Rylee
Ryan was laying unconcious on the ground. Ash was falling around us as Francis dissolved. He would come back though. Soon. Too soon.
Ryan started to cough. He sat up quickly and stared at me. He got up, brushed himself off and ran away. He probably was gone forever.
Ryan
I was running so fast I almost tripped a few times. I didn't even want to look back at Rylee. I have seen her like that before. Things like that should have killed both of us. I looked down at my wrists. Green and rotting. I looked like Rylee. She looked at me and stood up. She wiped her tears and ran at me.
Rylee threw her arms around me and squeezed. "Finally. " she said. She pressed her lips to mine.
I pulled away.
"What?" She asked.
"Why are you suddenly so happy?" I asked her.
"Because. I've married before. They all die. I'm immortal. So are you now. You encountered Francis, looked him in the eye and then did something that would have killed you. You're also immortal now. Welcome to the club." She grabbed my hand and we turned into dust.
We appeared in the old jail, Alcatraz in San Francisco.
Rylee
"Hey! How was the date with ry- who's that?"
"Ryan. We had an ,eh, encounter with Francis."
"Martin! Who's that?!" Sargeant Kalliopi asked as he stomped his large rain boots toward us the pen if his clipboard hanging from a string.
"This is Ryan Gosling. We were at a cafè and Francis showed up. Then Ryan looked him in the eye..."
"Ya. Yaddy yaddy yadda. He did something meaning death and now he's cursed. Gotcha. Well, one more person to help with war." He checked something off on his clipboard. "Oh! And son," he said to Ryan, "Francis is just a code name. Don't even try to mess with Narscif. Never."
