Mike Wheeler, 2028 WHO: Mike Wheeler WHAT: The end WHEN: 2028 WHERE: A future nobody wants WARNINGS: Character death
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Just keep running.
The pistol his sister taught him to use was out of ammo.
God, Nancy’s gonna be pissed.
His feet were all he had left going for him. Hiding was no good, not from Vorrera—those assholes always had someone with them who could sense a heartbeat, and his was hammering. But he was good at running, especially like this, just keeping going and outlasting whatever was after him. He’d outrun trouble before. He just had to keep going, because if he didn’t make it to Enki the message wasn’t going to get delivered, and they needed to know what was coming for them.
And I don’t want to die. Also that.
One of the witches chasing him fired off a spell. She missed. Missing was good, but shooting meant he must still be in their line of sight, and–
Don’t look back. Don’t look back. Just keep running.
The next shot clipped his shoulder, and he stumbled, but he kept running.
You have to deliver the message.
Another spell. Another miss.
You have to get back to El. You promised each other, you always come back.
Another spell—square between his shoulders, knocking him down.
“Hah! Trash is out!”
Maybe not this time.
“Finish him off! We already burnt enough daylight chasing him.”