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"Come on!" A voice hissed. Lyra tugged her hat down further, so her face was covered in shadow.
"What do you want, grunt?" She snapped. Pretenses, it was all about pretenses. And Apollo had been dogging her every step ever since she had lost the whereabouts of Giovanni's son, Silver, she had to be careful to keep her pretense up.
The voice's owner, who was a boy with dark black hair and bright gold eyes, grabbed her wrist.
"In here!" He tugged her behind him and slipped into a dark crevice between a a column of pokeball filled shelves, and the wall of the compound.
"What the hell, Gold!" Another voice hissed, also male. Lyra glanced around, uneasy.
"Shut up Silver, we need her!" The boy she could see, the one named Gold, replied.
"Silver?" She said, startled.
"Shh!" Both boys hushed her, Silver even slapping a hand over her mouth. She tugged it off easily.
"What is this about grunt?" She demanded of him. As his superior she could have him tortured, she could have him killed. Did she want him killed?
"Saving him." Gold whispered, gesturing towards Silver.
"He needs to be turned in." She insisted, "How did you even become a rocket? You have no desire to help us in the slightest!"
"Will you keep you're voice down!" Silver ordered, clamping both of his hands over her mouth this time, nearly sending her hat tumbling into the hall not even a couple inches away. Her heart hammered in her chest, she could not let them see.
"So, can we count you in?" Gold asked her. Lyra's eyes flicker to the side, considaring the boy behind her, and then back at Gold's face. She nodded, and Silver released his hands.
"We'll find you." He told her. The sound of distant footsteps started up. They all froze.
"Apollo." Gold breathed, barely audible. Lyra nodded mutely.
"Time to go!" Silver pushed them both out of the niche and into the blinding light.
Apollo found them there not even a minute later. Gold had shoved his hands up her shirt and they started kissing. Apollo had punched him the mouth, not even losing his calm demnior.
Both had the ability to look ashamed, but Lyra's heart hammered in her chest. What was she doing?
"Move it!" Gold forest was dark and the silence was only broken by the siren wails coming from the compound. Apollo knew they were out, knew they had escaped, knew they were free. And she felt like crying. What was she doing?
"What are you doing?" Silver asked her. She had stopped, she just couldn't leave.
"Go, I'll make sure he doesn't find you." Lyra told him, her arms wrapped around her stomach. She was grabbed her wrist, and ducked his head under her hat.
"I found you." He said.
"Yeah, you did." She mumbled, cheeks lined with tears.
They ran. Like there was no tomorrow, like the sun was never coming, like they had no hope left.
And, to her, nothing would ever compare to those few first hours of freedom. Nothing.
I don't even know D=
Peace,
Gilly