Author's note and legalities in Universe 1. You really should read that first.
Run, Lola, Run: Universe 2: You're Not Dead Yet
- A Run Lola Run fanfiction by Taryn "Jnco" Wander'r
tarynw42@hotmail.com
I wanna go I wanna fight I wanna rush I wanna run I wanna see you again Under the setting sun We will kiss we will laugh We will be a part Of what is said to be a union of the heart. -Running Two "Lola Rennt" soundtrack"Manni?"
"Mmm?"
"You're not dead yet."
Manni hurt. Oh man, did he hurt.
Strange, he didn't hurt a second ago. A second ago he was in bed, warm and cozy, with Lola.
Then he woke up. From his thirty-second coma, and remembered he was still on the street, outside the grocery store…an ambulance parked a few feet away.
Not an ambulance for him. An ambulance for someone else. The ambulance that had hit him.
She had been on time. Of course, he had never doubted her. She was always on time…except that morning, but she made up for it.
"Manni!" She had yelled, and he turned- right on time. With a garbage bag. Been to see her Papa, apparently.
It was going to be fine, everything was going to be fine. For a brief, moment, he sighed in relief- Ronnie wasn't going to kill him. Oh thank God. I love you, Lola!
Then that damned ambulance, that damned bright orange ambulance, with it's stupid sirens- 'beeboo, beeboo'. Death by an ambulance. How poetic.
Manni really hated paramedics. Doctors, too, hospitals in general. Reminded him too much of his first trip to rehab, when he was sixteen. He had snapped at more than a few medical officials in his time. Guess this was just karma.
You know who else he hated? Ronnie. Damn Ronnie anyway. How did Manni ever get sucked into this? Small-time running, a few drugs here and there- Jesus, he got Lola running halfway around Berlin and here he is, hit by an ambulance! Ronnie could go…well, he was kind of scared of what Ronnie would do when he found Lola with the money and Manni dead. Of course, Lola would just give him the money, but knowing Ronnie, that was never enough.
Oh, and Russians! Manni really hated Russians. Now, lying on the street outside a Bolle, staring past Lola's blood red hair into the bright blue sky, he realized that always sounded stupid to him. Two Grunewald streets? Damned Russians! Whoever heard of two Grunewald streets in one city? When they put the wall up, they couldn't just name the East side with original names? They didn't want anything else to do with the West side, why did they take all the names? Damn the East side anyway, the Russians could have it back.
It wasn't her fault. Lola had run all the way here, probably pleaded and begged and cried for her father to get the money. It never occurred to Manni that she had stolen a gun and was prepared to kill her own father for him. Not his Lola. Lola didn't even know how to work a gun.
No, it was the Russians' fault. The Russians with their damned double streets. And Ronnie. Why couldn't Ronnie launder his own money? And the paramedic. You'd think a paramedic would know how to drive.
Oh, Lola, I love you. I waited, I did…I waited as long as I could. I'm so sorry I was so stupid and forgot the money…I shouldn't have blamed you. I'm sorry you ran all that way for nothing.
Oh, Lola, you said you'd never let me die! Even if I was in a coma for months and months, you'd throw me into the ocean and wake me up.
It's like I said, Lola, one day you won't know what to do, when you die…sooner. When I die!
And now what? You'll take my ashes to the Isle of Rugen and cast them to the wind? And forget about it? Find some other super sensitive, wonderful guy to be with…probably a paramedic…or Ronnie, that smug bastard…
Oh, Lola, I'm so scared. I don't want to die.
"Manni…" Lola cradled his head on her hands. I'm so sorry, Manni… I should've run faster…I shouldn't have stopped the ambulance…if only I hadn't bothered the paramedic for a ride and he hadn't hit that glass, he wouldn't have been in such a hurry…if only I had kept on running.
The garbage bag hit the ground.
"I love you, Manni."
Manni couldn't see her. His eyes rolled back. He was in bed…where it was warm and safe.
"Manni?" She was saying. "You're not dead yet."
No?
Maybe in a parallel dimension, where things had gone right…he wasn't.