Characters: Doctor Juvenile, Klark Rating: G Notes: Words: 100
"Klark, stop."
Juvenile stands in front of her final Death Drive, the last gift to this world that didn't deserve it.
"I can't destroy it," She says, and there's suddenly a gulf of misunderstanding between them. All they worked for- the years of being on the run, the sacrifices they made- undone by sentimental woe.
"But in the CIA's hands--"
"I'll guard it. Just go."
She brandishes her spear, all light and polymer, and Klark doesn't need to be told twice. The only sound of his escape is the drone of powerlines and his own shallow breathing, feet shambling forward.
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Rating: G
Notes: Words: 100
"Klark, stop."
Juvenile stands in front of her final Death Drive, the last gift to this world that didn't deserve it.
"I can't destroy it," She says, and there's suddenly a gulf of misunderstanding between them. All they worked for- the years of being on the run, the sacrifices they made- undone by sentimental woe.
"But in the CIA's hands--"
"I'll guard it. Just go."
She brandishes her spear, all light and polymer, and Klark doesn't need to be told twice. The only sound of his escape is the drone of powerlines and his own shallow breathing, feet shambling forward.