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proved too difficult to traverse. In the books, that’s all they said about Project Persist.
There should be more. But there never was.
Sasha looked up to see the Riverside Tavern in front of her. She had walked in a large circle. With a smile, she closed her eyes and shook her head relieving herself of such thoughts. It was a beautiful morning and she had the whole day free.
Suddenly, a body slammed into her from behind. The world spun. When it finally stopped, she was on the ground covered in dirt. To her left laid another girl groaning.
Sasha pressed a hand against her own aching head. It was wet. “What the hell?”
The other girl remained still. Both her knees shone bright red through the dirt clinging to them. A small fist was curled up at her sides with a bag of pills.
A Mouse! Sasha pushed herself up just in time to see her pursuing Hawk.
JAKE
The alleys twisted and curved endlessly. Each alley only led to another. Every turn brought with it its own distinct smell, the unique combination of garbage that nearby tenants had thrown out their windows.
Jake chased his prey, his bare feet bouncing off the cool dirt. Each breath was harder than the last. All that kept him going was the swishing blonde ponytail in front of him.
“Fuck you!” He breathlessly screamed.
The rubble on the ground ripped through the soles of his feet. Debris jabbed his toes with every step. But as long as she wasn’t slowing down, he couldn’t either. The Mouse was headed to the main street, probably to lose him there. At the rate things were going, she would.
Jake turned the corner. All that was left was a straight shot out of the alley. It was over. He couldn’t keep up. He watched her sprint out of the alley’s shadows. Then a miracle. She collided with someone and fumbled to the ground. His prey rolled through the dirt, sliding to a stop with bloody knees.
I hope you broke those knees.
“Thank you,” Jake said looking up to the sky. His run slowed to walk.
Walking out of the shadows was like entering a new world. Jake licked his lips. His nose crinkled at the foul musk of sweaty bodies. He preferred the sour smell of trash.
Stepping toward the Mouse, he stared at the bag of pills strewn across the street. They may as well have been a bag of gold. Slowly, his eyes slid toward the Mouse, her thin figure unconscious in the street.
My lucky day.
“Stop.”
Jake halted and turned to see two glaring red eyes. It was the girl the Mouse had ran into. Her hand clutched her head to quell blood.
“Why?” He ignored her order. Injured or not, she was still in his way. She would find no sympathy from him.
“You’re a Hawk aren’t you?”
“What’s it to you?”
“Don’t come any closer.” Her voice reminded Jake of a rabid dog’s growl.
Jake shook his head. Fortune had delivered this girl to him. There was no way he was going to give her away so easily. He reached into his back pocket and flicked open a switchblade. “Careful girl, we Hawks are known for our tempers.”
To his surprise, she reached into her shorts for a knife of her own, its tip charred black. She stepped over the unconscious blonde Mouse, her knife angled toward him. The pale scar slicing her eye in half crunched up with her face. It took only a single look at her to know how serious she was.
“And we Mice are known to bite.”
Another Mouse.
Jake slowed his breaths. In a battle between Hawks and Mice, the winner was obvious. “You don’t have to do this, Mouse.”
Plus, I have an advantage. I bet you’ve never fought a lefty before.
He tossed the knife to his left hand.
SASHA
Sasha felt like a hypocrite wielding the knife she had taken from Bolt. But what choice did she have? She saw the way the Hawk had looked at the unconscious Mouse. She had seen that look before; she had nightmares about that look.
Around them, pedestrians cleared a way. As usual, they didn’t even bat an eye. It was as if they were ghosts. It was
There should be more. But there never was.
Sasha looked up to see the Riverside Tavern in front of her. She had walked in a large circle. With a smile, she closed her eyes and shook her head relieving herself of such thoughts. It was a beautiful morning and she had the whole day free.
Suddenly, a body slammed into her from behind. The world spun. When it finally stopped, she was on the ground covered in dirt. To her left laid another girl groaning.
Sasha pressed a hand against her own aching head. It was wet. “What the hell?”
The other girl remained still. Both her knees shone bright red through the dirt clinging to them. A small fist was curled up at her sides with a bag of pills.
A Mouse! Sasha pushed herself up just in time to see her pursuing Hawk.
JAKE
The alleys twisted and curved endlessly. Each alley only led to another. Every turn brought with it its own distinct smell, the unique combination of garbage that nearby tenants had thrown out their windows.
Jake chased his prey, his bare feet bouncing off the cool dirt. Each breath was harder than the last. All that kept him going was the swishing blonde ponytail in front of him.
“Fuck you!” He breathlessly screamed.
The rubble on the ground ripped through the soles of his feet. Debris jabbed his toes with every step. But as long as she wasn’t slowing down, he couldn’t either. The Mouse was headed to the main street, probably to lose him there. At the rate things were going, she would.
Jake turned the corner. All that was left was a straight shot out of the alley. It was over. He couldn’t keep up. He watched her sprint out of the alley’s shadows. Then a miracle. She collided with someone and fumbled to the ground. His prey rolled through the dirt, sliding to a stop with bloody knees.
I hope you broke those knees.
“Thank you,” Jake said looking up to the sky. His run slowed to walk.
Walking out of the shadows was like entering a new world. Jake licked his lips. His nose crinkled at the foul musk of sweaty bodies. He preferred the sour smell of trash.
Stepping toward the Mouse, he stared at the bag of pills strewn across the street. They may as well have been a bag of gold. Slowly, his eyes slid toward the Mouse, her thin figure unconscious in the street.
My lucky day.
“Stop.”
Jake halted and turned to see two glaring red eyes. It was the girl the Mouse had ran into. Her hand clutched her head to quell blood.
“Why?” He ignored her order. Injured or not, she was still in his way. She would find no sympathy from him.
“You’re a Hawk aren’t you?”
“What’s it to you?”
“Don’t come any closer.” Her voice reminded Jake of a rabid dog’s growl.
Jake shook his head. Fortune had delivered this girl to him. There was no way he was going to give her away so easily. He reached into his back pocket and flicked open a switchblade. “Careful girl, we Hawks are known for our tempers.”
To his surprise, she reached into her shorts for a knife of her own, its tip charred black. She stepped over the unconscious blonde Mouse, her knife angled toward him. The pale scar slicing her eye in half crunched up with her face. It took only a single look at her to know how serious she was.
“And we Mice are known to bite.”
Another Mouse.
Jake slowed his breaths. In a battle between Hawks and Mice, the winner was obvious. “You don’t have to do this, Mouse.”
Plus, I have an advantage. I bet you’ve never fought a lefty before.
He tossed the knife to his left hand.
SASHA
Sasha felt like a hypocrite wielding the knife she had taken from Bolt. But what choice did she have? She saw the way the Hawk had looked at the unconscious Mouse. She had seen that look before; she had nightmares about that look.
Around them, pedestrians cleared a way. As usual, they didn’t even bat an eye. It was as if they were ghosts. It was
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