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Chapter one: Shooting Rain
She ran, ran through the slippery, muddy streets, rain pouring down upon her.
They would not catch her now,
Never.
It would be the last time they did something to her.
Rain was her favorite season.
It made her feel clean.
He typed, typed at speeds that would amaze robots, with rain pounding the windows,
They wouldn't catch him now,
Never.
It would be the last time he would be afraid.
Rain was his favorite season.
It made him feel safe.
She saw the accident.
She saw the flames.
She saw the young man and driver climb from the car.
She saw the flash of metallic.
She felt the need to protect,
The need to save.
He felt the accident.
He felt the flames.
He saw the young woman standing in the rain.
He saw the metallic too late.
He felt the need to run.
She leapt.
She heard the shot.
She felt it pierce her skin.
She felt the blood running down.
She saw the face of an angel.
She fell.
He stood.
He heard the shot.
He didn't feel it pierce his skin.
He didn't feel the blood running down.
He saw the face of an angel.
He caught.