DISCLAIMER: MIRROR'S EDGE DOES NOT BELONG TO ME. CHARACTERS DO NOT BELONG TO ME. I DO NOT OWN JACKNIFE, FAITH, MERCURY, ETC. I wish I could though...THEY BELONG TO EA.
Yes, My first Mirror's Edge fanfic! Too bad there's no characters category yet! Mirror's Edge needs to be popular! It got like, a perfect TEN! This is impossible! Anyways, yeah, someone inspired me to write this story (You know who you are) and I'd like to give credit. Credit given at the end! :D
Might as well save the best for the last, at least. Saw the game, fell in love with it, and noticed a couple almost (I don't mean everyone) everybody doesn't recognize. But you know, the couple may not be confirmed a real one, but I just put up what others think. Faith and Jacknife DO have a relationship, whether romantic or not, I'm determined to find out in the next game! OF THE PREQUEL! (:
So, um, yeah, please enjoy! Criticism allowed, but no flamings! OOC WARNING!
Skies.
They hide the upper atmosphere, and what they show is the brightness of the blue illuminating the world. The brightness, also caused by the golden sphere drifting in the top heavens, was sometimes too bright. Too bright, for this god damn city.
Mornings, well, it was obvious that the buildings were just painted with nice primary colors, and too much light could burn the eyes. Only the residents were the ones able to tolerate the sight and to just let go with the flow. Afternoons, they weren't worse than mornings. At least the sun rays gave mercy;the stillness of hot torture broke to allow the cool, refreshing wind to blow in the city. Nights, were in fact, the best. As the cold seeps into the black space, at least the architecture of the state could finally have a rest from the immense heat which affected on every surface available.
People hate the sun for its fiery and flaring incandescence, but it never had effect on Runners.
One of the runners, for example, didn't mind the raging heat at all. She just lied down motionless there, on the rooftops of a high-rise building, her arms thrown behind her neck and her eyes closed into a dream. Not a single drop of sweat trickled from the female's temples as her mind was the only thing in her body racing with concentration. Like the sun, it was burning with concentration. Pondering on the city's progress, by means of finance, she thought this city couldn't get much worse. Too bad it already did.
"Sometimes this place is too much for me to take..." She murmured to herself, or probably the cool wind that flew only temporarily, passing by her and dying down. Strange it seem, talking to one's self. However, she knew she wasn't just talking to herself. She knew somebody else was listening to her.
And she didn't want to know that someone was listening.
"Sure is, Faithy," That voice said, the husky tone yet gentle manner following after the words. Coincidentally, or somewhat not, a dark mass of shadow would stand behind the girl, blocking the sunlight, which was fine for her. Nevertheless, she didn't like where the voice belonged to. Or perhaps annoyed would be a much better word.
Faith, the base form of the nickname 'Faithy', didn't move a fraction of an inch at all. She waited. Waited for something to happen. Whether bad or good, she just waited. Hearing a scuffling sound of sneakers, the dark mass or a silhouette bent over near Faith's face and she could feel a warm breath of air at her cheek. Still, she didn't move.
A small touch on her cheek she felt, like a finger, slowly but surely descended down from her cheek to her neck, constantly sending chills down Faith's spine. This triggered her to jolt, and sit up in an irritated and tired mood. She turned to look at who waked her up in such a scary way, and all she could say was, "Jacknife."
Jacknife smiled as though he didn't see the furious look on Faith's face, "Wakey wakey, sleeping beauty."
For some reason, Faith wanted to just kick him off the building. "Go away, Jacknife," She sighed, " Don't you have a mission with Merc?"
"Kreeg could handle it. Besides, I just wanted to have a small break, you know?" He stood up and stretched his arms in the air, a deep breath in and a deep breath our trailing after his stretch. Faith rolled her eyes. She pointed out, "But Runners don't have breaks."
"True, true, BUT! Only some do, and speak for yourself, Faithy. Lying there leisurely, I suppose that isn't called a break then?" Jacknife sneered, crouching down but Faith looked away from him. She lost, and he win. She then looked back at him, his eyes narrowing in utter defeat. The man, in his late teens about nineteen or so and he still wore that black leather jacket and the vibrant blue undershirt of his, with the black jeans and shoes. His face changed in terms of maturity, but his personality was still there. That bastard still had that cheeky smirk on his face, but as Merc said, it kept the group together.
The problem was, Faith didn't understand much at all. She didn't even notice herself gazing at Jacknife for a good minute.
Jacknife raised an eyebrow, "Hello? Earth to Faithy? Are you alright?" He waved a hand in front of her face to ensure she would respond. His voice even sounded slightly concerned and she noticed that. Faith blinked several times, and realized what she was doing. She looked at the training grounds, "Sorry. My muscles feel achy right now."
"Huh?" He started to smile, and Faith didn't like that. Jacknife got onto his feet, and followed Faith's eyes to the buildings, where planks, poles and crates were located. "Then I guess it's time for a short run." This caused the short-haired young adult to be skeptical. Faith asked, feeling suspicious, "I thought you said you wanted a break."
"I said a small break, didn't I? Now then, it's time for you for a nice, refreshing race. Don't worry, I'm not going to trip you or anything," He promised, pulling up Faith from the floor. He started to walk over to the edge, and stepped a few steps back to have a good distance to gain some speed. Faith just stood there, waiting for his instructions. Jacknife shot a disturbed look at her and pulled a smug look, "Oh, c'mon Faithy. You do know how to start a race, right?"
Faith shrugged, "Fine, Jacknife. Whatever you say." She stepped beside Jacknife, so that both would have an arm's length between them. Jacknife took a deep breath once again and said, "Ladies first."
"That's not how you conduct a race."
"Oh really? Okay then. Then the gentlemen will come first," He said, and suddenly took off. Faith was taken by surprise, and instinctively, ran after him. Jacknife stepped on the edge and jumped, before he could grab the ledge of a building opposite from where he and Faith was. It took only a second for him to climb back up, and Faith was the next to jump off the building.
Instead, she pushed her legs forward, causing herself to fall on her back when she landed, but Faith was able to stand up again, unharmed. Jacknife was impressed, but then he soon ran right after the minute Faith brushed off dust from her track pants. "Well, Faithy! I believe you're now full of energy, right?"
"Ready when you are always," Faith smirked, her body racing through the wind, and her mind was focused on overtaking Jacknife's position. Her heart was beating fast, and her mouth went dry. Nonetheless, her spirits were never down. He was right; she was full of energy, from the start. Jumping down platforms and fences, climbing ladders, grabbing vertical bars to get to another side out of reach, some of the things they learned in order to be runners. She then noticed Jacknife slowing down. Wait, was he doing this on purpose? Faith mumbled to herself, "What is he doing..."
She saw Jacknife grabbing a pole and climbing to the top of the surface of platform, and jumping down. He stopped running, and turned back to look at Faith, and yelled, "I win!"
But Faith didn't listen, right in front of her was a fence of high voltage, with the warning sign hammered to it. There were two crates near it, anc the only fast way to get to Jacknife was to use those crates. They were somewhat covered with thick blankets, so Faith could have a better grip on them.
Jacknife found out that Faith was going to jump over the fence, and froze. She couldn't just jump over it! That was pure suicide! He shouted after her, in attempt to stop her from what she was going to do but it was in vain. "Faithy! What on earth are you doing? Don't do it!"
Faith couldn't hear him;she didn't want to. She, perhance being quite stubborn, hopped onto the first shorter crate, before going on the taller one, and finally jumping up high, the distance between her and the electrical fence closing in. She sucked in a ball of air, and tried to raise her legs so that they won't touch the fencing. Half of her body went through safely, but it was her legs. Just a hair's breadth away from the wires and...
"FAITH!" She did a roll on the ground when she landed, but soon dropped to her knees. The look on her face didn't look too good, and Jacknife was about to rush towards her.
Perfect.
Without another word, Faith suddenly picked herself up and grabbed Jacknife's shoulders who had already rushed to her aid, and ran him into a wall. Jacknife hit it quite hard, but not badly. It caused him to fall though, and Faith pinned him to the wall. He managed a defeated smile, "Well then, that was pretty careless of me."
"Damn right it was," Faith said, her face almost close to Jacknife's, but her grimace soon turning into a smile. Somehow that was fun, and refreshing.
"Why are you so happy all of a sudden?" Jacknife teased, his sitting position, his face looking up at the younger Runner. Faith blinked and looked away, her cheeks colored with embarrassment. The way she knelt down on one knee, her hands gripping on his shoulders and her face only a few centimeters away from his, there was the tension he started to experience. Concealing it with a happy feeling, he just smiled. No, he didn't want to move from this position, ever. "I believe this is my prize?"
Faith asked annoyingly, "Well, what do you think should be your prize?"
Jacknife chuckled, "I don't know...except for this nice girl sitting right on top of me, and I'm feeling quite comfortable about it. Or maybe you want to give me a better prize- A-Argh! Faithy!" He was interrupted when Faith kicked his rear with her shoe, and Jacknife winced in pain. Faith's face was already crimson, but she didn't know what to do with him right now. He WAS concerned, so she might as well give him the right to decide what he wanted.
Faith sighed, "What should be your prize, then?"
Jacknife recovered from the critical hit, and by noticing Faith's uncertainty, his smile dropped. He looked unsure, considering if she would accept what his decision was. Perhaps if he could reveal what he wanted to show her the whole time maybe she would accept it and... maybe not. He asked, "Faith...You know what the sky's made of?"
"No." Obvious answer. If only he could show it in a way she would understand. He raised a hand to cup her chin, and slowly pulled it to his. Faith was at first puzzled, but when his lips met hers, there was a sort of feeling she had. The soft touch on hers was just so fragile that he pulled away after five seconds saying, "It's made of stardust."
"Stardust?" Faith was listening;that was all he wanted her to do.
"Yeah. My dad told me once the sky's made up of stardust, and it always expressed every emotion a human has, from happiness to sadness to almost anything in the world," Jacknife moved his hand to the back of her neck, the cold part of his hand meeting the warm part of her neck.
"So what does it have to do with this?"
"Listen, Faithy. If there's anything weird about me, just tell me, alright? I don't care if you hate me, but if there is something wrong, just tell, alright?" Jacknife's tone was reassuring yet agitated, but agitated of himself. Faith stared at him for a while.
Faith narrowed her eyes, "What are you talking about? There's nothing wrong, you creep." She pushed her lips at his, deepening it as her answer. The taste of him, she felt sympathy for him. Even with her stubborn attitude, she couldn't believe she didn't realize the satisfaction she had when she kissed him. She let go, and apologized, "I'm sorry for making you worried. I...love you."
Jacknife smiled, "You really did make me worried back there, Faithy." He stroked her hair rather with devotion, and pecked her nose. He stood up slowly and said, "That was maybe the best prize I have ever received."
The young female was surprised to find the elder acting and the teasing and challenging look appeared on her face again. "What's with that attitude?"
He stretched again, "I don't know, Faithy. Just came to me, I guess." A dark-skinned man ran up to an edge of the building where the pair was previously, and he waved at them. Jacknife beamed, "Kreeg! Don't tell me it's my turn now!"
"I think so! Merc's getting grumpy, if you know what I mean! I think he wants to talk to you now!" Kreeg yelled, and Jacknife shook his head in amusing disapproval.
He turned to Faith and said, "Well, I guess I gotta run. See you later, Faithy~" He winked, and ran away from her, on the trail he left when he raced. As for Faith, she smiled until he went out of sight. Well, there he went. She stood up, and brushed off imaginary dust from her shirt. Looking at the sky;it wasn't as bright as she expected to be.
She could almost see the stardust floating up there.
Gah. I hate the ending. D: I KNOW IT'S SHORT! But still, I dunno how long I went through for this story XD Also, I did this like at night so my ideas ran out. Gah. Credit is given to Swaggers! Thank you for inspiring me!~ :D You are officially my hero, right now! And I do mean hero, anyway ! I hope you guys like it because I really need to know some errors :)
