Ish Nifty-chan!

Hiya. So, um, I guess Monty already covered the introductions. So I'll just post some, a'ight?


I look back down the alley, breathless.
I know I have to hurry, but I just can't help it. The curiosity is too much for me. I can't just run on endlessly, never seeing how far I've come.
They were closing in.
I swallowed my panic. You can still beat them, I tell myself, pushing even harder. My thighs burn, my calfs ache, but I don't care. The only thing I care about is getting away right now.
Streets move past in a blur. Old houses, windows boarded, stare at me as I run. But I can't risk slowing down. I can't…
My foots catches a stray stone. I try to keep running, but it only makes my fall harder. I start getting up, but realize that there's no point. They'll have caught up to me by now, anyway…
"Hi, River."


I look up at the girl. At first, I'm confused, but after a few seconds my eye fill with recognition. "Azar."
She laughs a little. "Yup, that's me."
At this point, I couldn't form words if I tried. All I can think about is the fact that Azar- Azar!- is in front of me. Eventually, I get out, "But- but- why are you here?"
She smile sadly. "It's… it's kind of a long story. Just… you need to come with us, okay? It's not a big deal. I think there's been a misunderstanding."
I nod, unable to really decipher what she's saying. I follow her to a helicopter that I had somehow not noticed before. Silly me, I think.
We board the plane. I don't know why I suddenly feel so fuzzy and tired, but I like it. I curl up on the floor.
As I drift off to sleep, I am very happy. The happiest I've ever been in my life, in fact. Why was I running away, again? It was just Azar. Silly, silly me, always so cynical. It just doesn't make sense! These are my friends. It's okay.
Before I drift off entirely, a man comes toward me. He's wearing all black, and is holding a shot.
"So this is the boy," he says, staring down at me. "Doesn't seem like much of a threat."
Azar glances from the man to me. "I know," she answers. "But let's just says he's more than meet the eye.
The man shrugs, brings up the shot. At this moment, my senses choose to re-sharpen. I start to protest, but can't find my voice. I try to struggle, but my limbs feel like lead.
The last thing I see is my best friend and worst enemy smiling down at me together.