“Give me a story and give me a bed~ Give me possessions~ Oh, love, luck and money they go to my head like~ WILDFIRE~!”
Raven sat, buckled in her seat. Her heart was hammering so violently in her chest, she felt like it was going to shake free from her rip cage. As she stared out the window, she saw the city of Paris grow smaller and smaller as the jet ascended higher in the night sky.
There was this music playing softly on overhead speakers. Raven had never heard it before… she didn’t mind it, actually.
Mau5 sat across from her, also staring out the window with much bewilderment. He had obviously not flown in a plane before.
“This is… WHOA~ Just like flying.”
“Mau5… we are flying. In a vessel.”
“It’s so coooool~” Mau5’s grin had return to that naïve smile she remembered seeing when he first tried human food.
Raven chuckled at Mau5.
It was only going to take a few hours to get into London. It was probably going to be in the early hours of next day when they landed. Then they had the whole day to rest before the show in the next evening. Raven wondered to herself… should she make a run for it before the show? When everyone least expects it? Or wait until after the show, when everyone is tired and less alert.
It was a hard decision.
“It’s good to have something to live for, you’ll find… live for tomorrow~ Live for a job and a perfect behind, HIGH TIME~!”
She tipped her head back and started to listen to the music in the plane. She tried not to think too much on this escape issue, since it was making her nerves go crazy.
What if I can’t do it…?
Raven felt her hands grip the armrest of her seat tightly. She couldn’t help it… The question was repeating itself constantly in her head.
Her eyes fluttered to the floor, trying to avoid looking upon the mouse DJ across from her.
Still her mind felt crossed and stumped. Part of her was screaming:
‘You have to make a run for it! Don’t be crazy! He took advantage over you, he raped you, he enslaved you! Run! You have to run!’
And the other part of her was rationalizing, sympathizing:
‘Yes, he did wrong, but he admitted it! Deep down, he really cares, and he didn’t mean to be so ruthless. He’s lonely… you know what that is like; being alone. And you know what its like for a creature, such as himself to be outcaste and different than everyone else.’
Psycho… He really wasn’t much different than Psycho.
Raven continued to stare at the floor, her eyes sharply intense from concentration.
Avoiding eye contact didn’t help… because, low and behold, Mau5 said: “Raven? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, Mau5.”
“You still look upset…”
“Trust me, I’m fine.” This time she looked him in the eyes to try and ensure him. His face was blank again.
“England, my country, the home of the free~ Such miserable weather~ …But England is as happy as England can be~ WHY CRY~?”
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Mau5in' Around
FanfictionSide story of my British character, Raven, where she meets a crazed mouse DJ, Deadmau5. She is taken captive of him and their robotic creators, Daft Punk, and struggles to break apart from these beings and return home.
