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Mufflers Under Sunny Days [ VI ]

Mufflers Under Sunny Days [ VI ]

"Hello, Wilhelm Schulz." She recalled him from Griffin's cork board- looking meaner in real life with the chasmic frown lines and towering height.

"Catalina Wyvern. We wouldn't know such a newbie if you didn't jump and kill with O'Conner," he kicked him, "especially with how many of us you've slaughtered in the last hour in Route 58." Surprisingly, Wyvern grinned as a reply. "Proud of yourself, aren't you? O'Conner must've taught you a lot about us to know who I am." The instant she heard the buzz, she jumped outside, the bolts dug on the wall. Blood dripped from it. She looked down on the trickling incision surrounded by the recent burn marks on her arm, just a graze.

Hah. As expected from a leader.

"She's-" the others were about to shot out the door when Schulz roared, "she'll come back. You think she'll leave him here? Dead or alive?" He knew she was just in the hallway.

She might, Oliver thought. Dead is dead. With the exception of that other woman.

Oliver cropped up behind her. They jumped chase. Wyvern, scared for her life, jolted everywhere. Did the word friend not mean anything to him? Did the fact that they only had each other as jumpers in this life refuse to drill into his head? Then in the last jump, she turned around and held her own lengthy knife in front of her. With the force of the jump, Oliver thrusted into her knife. It drove between his ribcage and out his back. He locked eyes with her, stunned at what just happened. What the hell did Griff teach this newbie? Losing light fast, he dropped to the ground with a thump.

That's when it clicked in her head. Fast. That was what Griffin ceaselessly reiterated. That's better said than done, Griffin... I'm not you.

Yet...

She popped back to the room, sprung away from every wires and nets that streaked to her, then bounded to the remote on the chair; not knowing if she was gonna have the chance to touch it at all with the deafening whizzing around her. But when she did, and also successfully had them running after her to the corner of the room, she plummeted for Griffin's limp body, pressed the button, and jumped to the lone island.

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Griffin

I was meant to be alone from the start. Especially for someone like me. Selfish. Vengeful. No moral restraint. I think that's what my life means now that I feel like I'll take my last breath yet again. My parents died cause of me, Sam and Consuelo, the ones who saved me and took me in after my parents died, died cause of me, E.V.'s dad died, cause of me, all the others who got involved with the Griffin O'Conner now live scared each second, cause of me. And Alexandra...

They all loved me that's why they had to give up their lives since their eyes laid on me. That's why they constantly worry about me so willingly. I don't want them to anymore. They make me feel bad for what I did to them, that I ever existed in their lives. That I ever existed.

I admit that. But with Wyvern, dragging her in all this, I shouldn't have...

...

Maybe...?

Looking back on how she crouched alone in that alley the first time she was hunted down and how she was- just an hour ago...

Like that. Just like that.

How could I not?

I'm proud of her.

I'll let you know that, Schulz.

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Credits to Daily Grindhouse for the attached image