For NJ

Run, run faster

Run from the footsteps

Run, run faster

Run like a rabbit from the gun

Run, run faster

as your legs and your lungs are burning

as your heart and brain are pulsing

Run, run faster.

because the choice to stop 

is utterly yours

so Run

Run faster

“So Miss Rain, it looks like you’ve nowhere else to run. How sad.” her hunter pulled a comical sad face, before letting a truly vile grin take over. Venice just scanned the skyline, toes inches from the edge and the 70ft drop. And more importantly, the sudden stop.

“How have you been Libidinous? I heard jail can be nasty to people like you”

“Not as bad as you might think. I got three meals a day, plenty of exercise. Lots of time to myself. No women, plenty of men, but none my type. Never feeling the wind on my skin. Or the sun. Or the moon. Not even the rain.” His face twisted momentarily, then returned to its usual abhorrent smirk.

“Well, that’s what happens when you destroy people so. I saw some of the corpses. And I talked to one of the survivors... Frieda…” she shook her head, and finally turned to face him. “So, how did you get out?”

“Thanks to any decent criminals favourite three b’s; bureaucracy and bribery and blackmail.”

“And everyone else’s nightmare…”

“But tonight Miss Rain” he took a hungry step forward “tonight is all about you.”

“Well, actually someone is supposed to be meeting me soon…” Venice looked out over the city again.

“Oh well. They should of came sooner” Venice took another look round. And smirked.

“Oh no Mr Base. They are quite on time” and with those words, she jumped calmly backwards

Base snarled, perplexed, spinning on his heel. Just in time to feel a boot smash into his nose and send him spinning. He really wished he had hired someone to kidnap her now, he didn’t do pain. Pain was for the poor and the stupid. He looked up, up at the illuminated smog, and the last thing he saw before unconsciousness embraced him was his imprisoner flying away in the arms of am angel with black wings.

“NJ?”

“Yeah Ven?”

“Try to be on time next time.”

“There is so not going to be a next time, is there?”

“Well…”

“I’m pretty badass” NJ was smug. It wasn’t often she got to do the saving.

“Compared to me?”

“You realise that I’m the one with WINGS!” Venice looked at the streets miles below.

“Point taken. Now, time for a spot of breakfast, I think”

At least it's not a corset

“Lego Incongruous, they’re just shoes” sighed Venice, exasperated.

“No, it they were ‘just’ shoes I would have no problem. The fact of the matter is, they are stupid high and pointy. I mean, how do you even expect me to walk in them!?” exclaimed Lego, glaring at the pair of 4 inch satin heels in Venice’s hands.

“You just put one foot in front of the other, but as you managed to walk in here, me telling you that is a bit redundant” said Niall, waltzing into the room and plonking himself on a chair, utterly nonchalant. Lego stuck her tongue out at him and flicked a stray ribbon of lavender hair over her shoulder, before turning to Venice to continue the argument. However, Venice had her arms folded, and was looking at Niall with a curious and suspicious look on her face.

“Niall dear?” she asked. Niall paled, but hid it well. Venice only used terms of endearment when she was irritated at someone.

“Yes Venice, my lovely?” he replied, not skipping a beat.

“Niall” she said, advancing “you wouldn’t happen to know where Dr Guenuine is, would you dear?”

“I can’t say for certain...” Venice’s death glare encouraged him to continue “but he did say something about chatting up the lovely - though not as lovely as you - lady outside, the one with the odd looking gloves and knives? And the amber streaked hair” Venice smiled to herself and nodded with a raised eyebrow. She placed her hand on her knees and leant down so she was just above Niall’s slouched eye level.

“So, Niall, are you telling me that the reason Finn isn’t keeping you in the other room, drilling information into you that could and probably will save your life and that of many others, is because he is chatting up my lesbian hit-man adoptive sister?”

Niall paled, realising that this was one of the rare occasions he couldn’t talk his way out, just as Finn paused by the doorway.

“Hey Ven. Have you seen Nia...” stopping mid sentence and widening his eyes at Niall. He snorted and exchanged at look with Venice, whose body language was now much more relaxed, and was smiling. He opened his mouth to ask her something, but she just waved her hand.

“Go on, take him. You know how impossible I find it telling off this one. And...” she said, reaching behind her to grab Lego, who was inching towards the door.

“I have to convince this one into a pair of heels.”