Just a poem I wrote about Maine/Meta before bed. Hope you enjoy
Run, run!
Or he'll catch you!
Scream, call out for help!
Oh wait, you can't, can you?
Your voice is gone,
Stolen from you.
What will you do?
You can't run forever, can you?
He will find you, wont he?
He's clever, very clever.
He always was, always will be,
Can you avoid him?
No, he will find you no matter where you hide.
But you wont go down without a fight, will you?
AH! There he is!
Flee! Flee from his clutches!
Don't let him catch you,
Run you fool! RUN!
He cackles and laughs at you,
Knowing that you cannot escape.
He knows that you are being foolish in your attempts,
But that wont stop you, will it?
Scream, call out for help!
But you can't, can you...?
You cannot scream,
No one can help you.
Not that anyone would,
They never would.
Not after what you did,
How you betrayed them, murdered them.
All you can do is feel that tear streak,
Feel the barrel of the gun to the back of your hear.
Beg for mercy in your thoughts,
But he cannot hear you, can he?
Scream, call out for help!
But you can't, not anymore.
There is a click and a BANG!
But no pain, no death.
"LET HIM GO!"
You turn to see your savoir.
And there he is,
The man who understood you.
The man who listened,
The man who was your only friend.
Yellow and blue armor,
He stands over your attacker.
"Maine? Is that you?"
You look up to see him.
You smile and nod at him,
He smiles back at you.
But just as he reaches out to help you up,
BANG! Another gunshot.
He falls with blood on his chest,
And you panic for your friend.
But there's nothing you can do,
You cannot revive the dead.
The other man dies from his wounds,
You morn your only friend.
What do you do now?
How do you repay the dead man in your arms?
"Tucker, what the fuck!"
"It wasn't me!"
The voices, you know them,
The team that helped him hunt you.
Team, the word rings in your mind,
And you know what you have to do.
You rush outside to help them,
To take care of your old friend's team.
It is the least you can do,
Right?
No more running,
No more hiding.
You cannot scream,
Call out for help.
It was stolen from you,
But your new team?
They don't give a rat's ass,
They just care that you're there for them.
And you will be, right?
Right, because you owe Washington that much.
And that's a wrap. Probably gonna make this into a story format, so look out for another chapter. The next chapter for AI's and Their Freelancers will be out soon as well as To Save a Life.
Thanks for reading, please review, and have a bow chicka bow wow day.
Perla: And may it be the best day ever, of all time.