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silverselfshippingchaos · 6 months

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Pairing: Ash (self-insert)/Balthus

Word Count: About 1.7k

Warnings: Swearing, vague descriptions of injuries and blood, some slightly suggestive lines, Ash is very much emotionally constipated.

Synopsis: After a late-night run-in with some mercenaries, Balthus stumbles back to Abyss bloody and bruised. The only person awake to heal him is the woman he always felt drawn to, Ash. Ash isn't used to having people in her life that she cared for, so why did the thought of him make her feel so... weak? Pre-relationship.

Having lived underground for years, the King of Grappling has little sense of day and night.

As he wipes some blood from his chest, he thinks to himself that clearly, neither did the men his stepmother sent after him.

I'm never coming back. What's it gonna take for that witch to realize that?!

Bloody and bruised, Balthus stumbles his way through the lush green grass of the Monastery to the dark and dusty walls of Abyss. The cold bricks and the horrible, sewer smell are little more of a comfort than the chill of the air outside, but he didn't hate it. A prison to others, a home to him.

Ash is disturbed from her late-night reading by the faint sound of heavy footsteps on the stone stairs leading down to this hell. It was typically dead silent at this hour, so to hear someone... Were they being attacked? But by only one man?

She looks around, and slowly steps out of the Shadow Library to see Abysskeeper on-guard as always. He gives her a look of acknowledgement. To that, Ash gives him a glare.

"I'll take care of it."

Her voice is deep and rough, just like how it always was. Abysskeeper took orders from no one, not even the Garreg Mach keeper whom he found to be more charming than he'd like to admit. And yet, he steps aside at Ash's word. Who was to deny one of Abyss' guardians herself?

... Especially since she'd probably stab him if he didn't.

Ash steps closer to the stairs as the footsteps get louder. A hand resting on the blade by her side, which served as a constant reminder of her being trapped in this world of fighting. There was no escape. Any blood spilled with repayed for more. A horrible cycle, and she was stuck in the middle of it, stuck in her past, stuck in Abyss, stuck in her feelings, stuck in a war, horrified and scared and-

Balthus.

Covered in bruises and cuts, Balthus wipes some of the blood from his cheek with the back of his hand. Ash's hand relaxes, falling back to her side.

"Balthus."

"Ash! Always a pleasure."

And Balthus flashes her a bloody, toothy grin. Ash just rolls her eyes, which Balthus seems to enjoy, judging by the way he threw his head back and laughed.

"Heartless as ever! You wound me, my lady."

Heartless...

Balthus thinks to himself,

She's far from it. I caught her teaching the kids how to read the other day.

Ash ignores the comment and just looks at him blanky. If she was concerned, she didn't show it. If only he knew the way she worried about him, having not come back until so late. What if something happened to him?!

"What happened to you?"

Balthus' expression hardens for a moment before resuming to his usual, easy smirk,

"Oh, you know how it goes, pal. One drink too many, a lost bet, and-"

"Predictable as ever. Pathetic."

But Ash couldn't just let him stand there all beat up. She couldn't bear the sight of him hurt, and she hated to admit it. Why did she care about him so much?

She reaches a hand out to his and grabs his wrist, pulling him into the Shadow Library.

"Woah there- Pal! What are you doing?"

"You're so... so stupid!"

"Jeez, you're mean... Now who's predictable?"

Ash shoves him down onto the table, and Balthus can't help but think that he likes it when she's that harsh with him. The way that her grip hurt so damn good, the way her hair fell in her face as her moved... She was intoxicating. Absolutely fucking intoxicating.

Ash takes off her own long coat and sets it down onto another table. Balthus notices that even through her sleeves, her arms look strong. And Balthus gladly drinks in the sight of her muscles, the healed scars on her forearms from a life of too much war.

"Didn't realize it was going to be this kind of encounter, but I don't mind."

"Shut up. Take off your jacket."

"Ooh, I like it when you talk to me like that, pal. Wanted to see me strip that bad, yeah?"

Ash's breath hitches in her throat. Fuck.

"That's not what I meant and you know it. You're injured and I wanna see-"

"You're not one to waste time... Of course you wanna see! Who'd pass up an opportunity to see the King of Grappling's iron bod?"

Ash groans,

"Can't you just shut up?! Let me heal you, you idiot! You think I'm not worried about you?!"

Ash crosses her arms over her chest. She hopes her yelling didn't wake any of the Abyssians.

Balthus' brown eyes go wide, but he quickly gathers himself and smiles as he takes off his jacket. Slow and steady, making it a show for her. She hates how much it affects her. Balthus was, without a doubt, the most muscular man she had ever seen. And he had a love for walking around shirtless, too. The way he moved...

Ash leans in and runs her fingers over his bare skin, over the defined muscles of his chest, over the bruises all over him. Her touch was light, too light. Balthus wanted more.

"That was one hell of a bar fight.."

Ash's voice is a quiet whisper as she feels his injuries. Feels him.

"I'm going to heal you."

And before Balthus can protest (not that he'd want to), Ash presses a hand to each of his injuries and casts her healing spells.

She casts her spells again and again, and Balthus can feel the pain start to fade away. To distract himself from the burning sting of his bruises fading, he looks at her. Watches her. The way her brown eyes narrowed in concentration...

Ash steps back after she completes her round of healing spells. Even after all her work, some blood remained.

Balthus shifts uncomfortably on the wooden table of the Shadow Library, glancing over at his arm. They cut him, too.

"I'll get bandages."

He's never heard Ash's voice so soft. Even with the healing spells, he couldn't deny that he was getting a little drowsy.

Ash comes back a minute or two later with the best supplies she could manage to get in a place like this. Perhaps she'd pay a visit to the surface soon, steal some new ones. And even if she did get caught, she'd make sure there wasn't a single person left alive to tell the tale.

Slowly but surely, Ash cleans Balthus' wounds. Balthus winces at the sting, but through gritted teeth, he can't resist being cheeky.

"Bet you like this, yeah? Hearing me squirm under your touch."

The best Ash offers him is a racing heart and a scoff,

"That's cute."

Ash presses down extra hard on his cuts, and Balthus yelps.

She looks into his eyes, her eyes just as hard as always, but her lips twitched up in a smirk,

"That's a good boy. Now shut up."

"Ouch... Bit of a sadistic one, aren't you?"

"Only sometimes."

Ash leans in close to see the injuries on his face. Goodness, she was so beautiful up close. Her hair, always a little messy fell into her face. She places a hand on his bare chest.

"Your heart is racing, Balthus. Don't tell me you like having me like this."

Balthus meets her gaze directly,

"One more word from you, pal, and I'll flip you onto this table. Show you who's King around here."

Ash chuckles,

"In this state, I'd like to see you try."

She leans in close to his ear, her voice a dark whisper,

"And who's to say I don't like it better when it's like this?"

Balthus chuckles, and Ash grabs for the bandages, carefully wrapping him up.

Her words were harsh, but her touch was gentle on his skin. Like she didn't want to hurt him even more.

They fall into a silence. Not quite awkward, not quite comfortable. The tension in the air made it hard for them to feel much of anything other than each other.

Inspecting her work, Ash steps away.

"You..."

Ash's voice trembles,

"You can't keep doing this... All you ever do is get beat up."

"It's what I do best, pal!"

"You're an idiot! I can't bear the sight of you like this."

"It's starting to sound to me like you care about my wellbeing."

Ash hesitates, and it takes her a second to respond, thinking about every single word. She couldn't let him know how she really felt. A woman like her didn't do love.

"You're important to the people in Abyss. So don't you dare get yourself killed."

She spends a moment with a hand on his chest, looking so deeply into his eyes. The moment feels like an eternity... But then she rips her gaze away and pulls back, and her touch seems to linger on his skin.

"I'm going to bed, Balthus. Goodnight."

Balthus straightens up on the table,

"Don't want company?"

"You'd wake Constance up. Then you'd be dead for real."

"How about my bed?"

"Then we'd wake Yuri up and never hear the end of it."

"Guess you're right about that, pal."*

Ash yawns before she can get another smart response out, and Balthus finds the gesture oddly cute. She couldn't be much older than him, and she looked so... soft. Sweet. Like there was more to her than he knew.

Ash picks up her coat and begins to walk away. Ash shoots him one last look before she leaves the library. Ash was always an enigma of sorts, and Balthus didn't put too much thought into understanding her. But there was something about that look that he couldn't quite decipher. He felt... odd.

And so, there Balthus is. Half-naked at the dead of night in the middle of the Shadow Library, left to deal with the dulling pain of his wounds (she was a great healer!) and the weird flutter in his chest all alone.

Great.

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quickhacked · 1 year

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– Mr. Blue Sky.

Characters >> Cassidy Shaffer (oc), Sebastian Vidal (other's oc) Total >> 3.8k words Warnings >> Blood mention, injuries, violence

The colorful streets of the Glen were busy and crowded, many people out and about- as per usual, especially at that hour of the day, though for some reason it felt worse than on most days as if everyone had decided to leave their home that morning to bother Cassidy specifically.

Not that he minded it much, in that moment; he stood in an alley all by himself, safely tucked away from the large crowds and standing in the shadows of the tall buildings to either of his sides with his vision connected to a nearby street camera allowing him to see the main road without having to physically be there.

Any minute now.

He was waiting again.

“Just a simple assassination job”, he had said to himself, when he had taken the contract at the start of that year. “Week’s worth of work, tops.” And, truly- how hard could it be? A single target, only a handful of people surrounding him with enough room to catch him by himself on the regular.

Yet there Cassidy was, knee deep into that same very job which had by then already taken up a good two months of his life; and despite his hopes and despite his rather drastic change of strategy, he still could not say for certain he was going to finish it now.

He flinched when a fly buzzed by his ear and he slapped it away, nearly losing his balance as he quickly blinked and his vision returned to his body. He redistributed his weight and slightly shifted on the seat of his motorcycle until he stood steady again- and then quickly reconnected to the camera, hoping his target hadn’t passed by in the brief seconds he hadn’t been paying attention.

He had found a new location; another safehouse, he assumed, located in a densely populated area and secured well enough for him to know better than to try and attack it directly. Entirely possible; yet a little drastic and Cassidy was still confident enough in his own abilities to deem a reckless solo attack unnecessary.

For the time being, that is.

Instead, he had spent his week monitoring surrounding streets. It was easy to lose a vehicle there, especially with the limited amount of live street view feeds to his disposal and properly tracking it to another location was near impossible; but that was not necessary. It was not what he was after at all.

All he needed was a vehicle. And he had found one.

Two, actually; Sebastian had not taken the same car every day, a solid enough strategy to keep people off his trail which would work against most of Night City’s amateur mercs and hitmen.

But Cassidy had a keen eye and enough experience with tracking people down to realize the two cars- as well as the several, seemingly random but to him easily predictable routes out of the sub-district- belonged to the same person- and all he had to do now was wait for either of those cars to show up.

No more talking.

It had not worked in the slightest last time; and it still occasionally kept him awake at night. Embarrassing, almost, how little he had achieved with the laughable attempt and if he could turn back time to do it all over and just stop talking and pull the fucking trigger instead, he would-

Cassidy clenched his jaw and shook his head, as if that would help pushing the thought away. Dwelling on past mistakes would get him nowhere. All he could focus on now was making sure it would never happen again.

He let his gaze slowly move over the street again, closely inspecting every car that passed by. Checking their license plates would be of no use; he had drawn that conclusion early on. Sebastian’s license plates were digital- not a rare sight in town, but whatever daemon had been installed on them made it impossible for street cameras to record their contents.

A strategic advantage, mostly; yet simultaneously a weakness. Not many cars drove around with a blank license plate.

There you are.

A big, sturdy-looking black sports car with additional plating lining the front and sides- Cassidy did not know enough about cars to be able to tell what type it was, but he recognized it immediately and the corner of his mouth slightly pulled up when he zoomed in on the license plate, and noticed it was empty.

Bingo.

Cassidy quickly disconnected his vision from the camera again, heartbeat speeding up as he reached for his helmet and put it on his head. His hands moved down, to check the holsters on his belt- a submachine gun and one of his handguns, both ready for use.

No more talking.

It would be impossible for Sebastian to hear him anyway and Cassidy had to admit he was a little bit proud of himself for coming up with a situation that would allow him to simply focus on the task at hand; no distractions, no unnecessary back and forth, just a quick and easy pull of the trigger and the job would be done.

He had always had to find workarounds for himself. He just hoped it would work this time.

He started the engine and carefully left the safety of the alley, turning on his turn signal as he patiently waited for an opportunity to steer onto the main road. Sebastian’s car was a little bit further up ahead already, but that didn’t matter- it required little effort to catch up with him. He didn’t worry.

Cassidy wasn’t a fan of cars.

Of course he could drive one- it had been a requirement back at MaxTac and he had spent more hours behind the wheel of one of their combat vehicles than on his own motorcycle- but he found it all but comforting to go over seventy miles an hour in a bulky death box on wheels with limited view on his surroundings and he had always feared he would end up crashing into either the guardrail or the car in front of him.

He swiftly maneuvered between some cars, accelerating as he began closing in on Sebastian’s car. Another car ahead of him suddenly switched lanes- but Cassidy had seen it happen and moved out of the way with ease, passing by the vehicle on its other side.

He enjoyed feeling in control of a situation. And that is exactly what his bike gave him- a sense of control, both over himself as well as his surroundings, easily fitting between other vehicles but simultaneously sturdy enough to not get knocked down at the slightest of physical contact.

He accelerated even more, switching lanes to get on Sebastian’s other side and he kept a close eye on the street around him, shoulders a little tenser than before; despite his relatively neutral attitude towards death, Cassidy always took great care to prevent collateral deaths from happening, and with the great amount of people still cluttering the road he was starting to become a little nervous.

He slowly reached for his submachine gun the closer he got, exhaling deeply in an attempt to calm himself down as he took it and wrapped his finger around the trigger. Despite him missing his target on several occasions already, there was nothing wrong with his general aim; anyone else dying could easily be avoided, and if he did it right the whole job would be over within seconds-

Cassidy pulled the trigger.

The bullets hit one of the car’s backseat windows and it shattered into a million pieces, instantly making Sebastian aware of- well, at least someone’s presence. Before Cassidy got the opportunity to adjust his aim slightly to the left his target turned right and drove off at higher speed than before, steering onto the highway to City Center.

Cassidy followed suit, holding on to both his bike and the gun; a bit awkward on the turns, but he managed, and the highway allowed him to pursue his target better anyway without the risk of him accidentally hitting an innocent pedestrian.

He could not help but notice the ease with which Sebastian maneuvered between the other cars on the highway, very much like how he himself rode his bike. He clenched his jaw and pushed his worries out of his head; it wasn’t helping him. Sure, Sebastian was skilled- but so was he, and he had no excuse for yet another failure.

The second he was close enough again, Cassidy fired once more, gunfire muffled by the roaring noise of the engine of his bike and the bullets finding their way to- and through- the car’s rear window with ease. He reached the last of his ammo with a loud click; and steadied himself on his bike before rapidly letting go of the handlebar and reloading.

A risky maneuver- but he was not alone in that. The second he grabbed both handlebars again Sebastian made a sharp turn- and without warning drove onto the wrong half of the highway, creating a significant distance between himself and Cassidy as he swerved around some incoming traffic.

Cassidy accelerated, his heart racing in his chest while he attempted to catch up with his target- but he wisely stayed on the correct side of the road and waited, carefully watching the incoming cars and calculating the right moment to move in-

An incoming truck caused Sebastian to switch lanes to the right, once again moving closer and Cassidy sped up once more, positioning himself right next to the car. He raised his gun again and wrapped his finger around the trigger-

But suddenly the car was a lot closer than he had expected and he had to hit the brakes, almost causing himself to fly off the bike while Sebastian’s car moved by, right in front of him and nearly hitting his front wheel.

A car honked behind Cassidy and he briefly swerved onto the wrong side of the road to make space for one- two- three- cars behind him that had rapidly caught up with him. A close call- but he couldn’t waste any more time thinking about what could have happened and instead briefly holstered his gun, readying himself to catch up with his target.

Sirens.

Crap.

Cassidy glanced over his shoulder and noticed an NCPD vehicle closing in quickly, with a drone in pursuit from the sky. He had sincerely hoped to finish the job before any of this would happen, but considering his horrible luck thus far the situation didn’t surprise him anymore.

He clenched his jaw and swiftly switched lanes, slowing down ever so slightly while making sure Sebastian’s car was still in his line of sight; another glance over his shoulder and he locked onto the drone, easily causing it to drop out of the sky with a quickhack.

Keeping half an eye on the road in front of him, Cassidy leaned down and reached back with one hand to the side of his bike- and he grabbed the outer edge of a rolled up spike mat and pulled it free, while simultaneously switching lanes again to position himself right in front of the NCPD vehicle- and he dropped the mat, popping both the front tires of the car.

Problem solved.

It still bothered him a little, how easily he could deal with any other situation except for his target. A relief simultaneously- in the midst of his overthinking he had occasionally wondered if he had simply just lost all of the skills he had worked so hard for over the years- yet it also made his frustration worse with every passing minute.

Cassidy took a moment to look around, eyes rapidly scanning the highway as he exhaled sharply. He could hear more sirens in the distance, slowly closing in; but it could be for something entirely else, considering- well, it was Night City after all.

He found Sebastian’s car with ease, several lanes to his right and far ahead- and about to turn right, leaving the highway onto the exit lane with a large gap between the road Cassidy himself was still on- and he saw no clear path to switch lanes in time anymore.

Unless…?

Inhale, exhale.

The guardrail was too high to jump over, but with a boost he could make it; a drop of over fifty feet down were he to miss the exit lane, and- despite his history with surviving falls from that height- he knew with just his bike to catch him on the way down he wouldn’t make it out in one piece.

Cassidy accelerated and maneuvered around some cars, clearing his path straight towards an empty and lowered car hauler truck. Too late to switch lanes; too dangerous and time-consuming to turn back to do so, and he was not planning on losing Sebastian again.

It’s just a small gap. We’ll make it.

Bravery. Stupidity. Desperation. Cassidy had long given up justifying his reckless behavior- he simply needed to get the job done.

That was all there was to it.

Cassidy exhaled and drove right onto the lowered car hauler truck and he made a sharp right turn, effectively launching himself with bike and all into the air and over the guardrail of both the main road and the exit lane on the other side of the gap.

He knew exactly what it felt like. To fall.

To feel entirely weightless and yet so heavy all at the same time, a strange tingling deep down in his stomach, curious anticipation- when would it end? When would he land?

He was flying. Seemingly slow-motion, and he glanced down at the ground below- solid earth with trash scattered all over, merely small dots from his perspective so high up in the sky.

It had been different, last time.

He had not known where the ground below him started and where the collapsing floors of the building below his feet ended; had only briefly seen the sky above his head before the dust and smoke had obscured his vision, and he had not known whether or not the rest of the building would spare him or bury him in the rubble with everyone else who had been inside at the time.

The strange tingling in his stomach had been overwhelming, in sync with the loud rumbling noise of the orphanage crashing down around him.

And when he had finally landed, it had taken him six months to wake up again.

Cassidy’s bike finally hit solid ground and his teeth clacked together hard on impact. He briefly struggled regaining control over the bike and swerved around a car, ignoring the honking as he barely scraped past the guardrail on the other side.

He’d made it.

Easy.

Cassidy sped up, zigzagging around cars until he was close enough to Sebastian again, as if nothing special had just happened at all- though his heart was still racing in his chest to the point he was starting to get a little light-headed. He reached for his submachine gun once more and aimed it at the already shattered rear window, steadying himself and pulling the trigger.

But a sharp, violent pain in his right leg caused him to cry out and he dropped his weapon, nearly driving over it as he grabbed the handlebar of his bike and regained his balance. The car on his right had hit him- a purposeful attack, as the driver briefly moved away then went for another hit.

Cassidy tried to move out of the way, involuntary tears blurring his view from the pain- but the side of his bike hit the guardrail on his other side and he nearly lost balance a second time, and he quickly hit the brakes to get behind the car instead.

The bravery- or stupidity- of some of Night City’s residents never failed to amaze him. It had happened before, on several occasions- an assassination attempt stopped by a random passerby- and he knew it most definitely wouldn’t be the last time.

But oh, how fucking frustrating it was.

The road opened up again and Cassidy maneuvered around the car as fast as he could, ignoring the driver honking at him and instead focusing entirely on his target again. As annoyed as he was- he was not going to make a random civilian pay for that. He had more important things to worry about.

He instinctively reached for his holster again; but it was empty now, his submachine gun left behind on the highway. He briefly glanced down and fumbled to get to his handgun instead, and glanced back up just in time-

Sebastian swerved around, effectively turning around his car as he began driving backwards, directly facing Cassidy. He leaned out of the window, holding the wheel with one hand and pointed a gun in Cassidy’s direction-

Ah. Great.

Cassidy hit the brakes and swerved to the left, causing the bullets to hit the asphalt next to him. He turned right, switching lanes and attempting to take shelter behind some cars; but they had noticed the gunfire as well and all slowed down or steered away, to get as far away from the pursuit as possible.

Cassidy maneuvered around to the other side of the road again, occasionally speeding up and slowing down as he dodged Sebastian’s bullets- and couldn’t help but notice he was merely aiming for his wheels.

Any other part of Cassidy and his bike would be a much easier target.

And yet-

He hit the brakes and vanished behind a truck, allowing Sebastian’s car to leave his line of sight for the time being. He carefully steered around, taking a brief moment to catch his breath before reemerging from the other side- but by then, Sebastian had turned his car around again and was visibly trying to make his escape by speeding up.

The bridge was ahead.

A wide open space with no escapes to either side, making it the perfect opportunity for Cassidy to get a clear shot; and hopefully land a hit. He understood entirely why Sebastian wanted to cross it as quickly as possible and followed suit, leaning forward as far as he could as he pushed his bike to its speed limits.

This is it.

He could end it all, right then and there. Going faster than ever before- and for a brief moment, he felt like he was flying again- rapidly steering around cars and getting closer and closer with every passing second.

Sebastian’s car was so close- but not close enough. Cassidy no longer wanted to take any risk; if he could just catch up with him a little bit more, he would-

Two cars switched lanes at the same time, diagonally from each other. Cassidy took notice; and so did his target. He accelerated and moved between the two cars, creating more distance between himself and the motorcycle behind him, and Cassidy wasted no time and followed him, the gap between the two cars getting smaller and smaller-

He fit through.

Except for his back wheel.

Cassidy was knocked off balance and he skidded sideways onto the starting lane of the car that had hit him. He tried to steady himself again by turning to the right- almost riding right into the second car- but he was already too far into his fall and-

He had still been awake, when he had hit the ground.

For a brief moment, he had been wide awake, bleeding eyes staring up at the sky while the dust around him settled. He remembered it well, somehow; a sunny day, late spring. Not a cloud in sight.

And all he remembered from that moment on, was pain.

Burning, incapacitating pain, rapidly running through his entire body, locking up his muscles and jaw and tearing through his muscles and nerves, ripping him apart from the inside out. Partially stuck under rubble, he had not been able to breathe-

And he had lost consciousness.

Oh, but he was wide awake, now.

His body hit the asphalt of the road sideways and he rolled off his motorcycle, pulling his arms to his chest instinctively as the world spun around him. And when he finally stopped, he could see the car that had hit him close in fast-

He braced himself, but no impact followed.

The car came to a stop right next to him.

The sky was blue.

Cassidy watched an Arasaka aircraft hover over the bridge high above him, his eyes slowly trailing its path, and he frowned; confusion, but for a vastly different reason than expected-

He could feel the warmth of the sun on his body, moving through his clothes. The slight breeze blowing over, causing the hairs on his arm in the gap between his jacket and gloves to stand up straight.

Cassidy slowly moved, his entire body sore. Painful- but to the point he could barely feel it anymore, all his nerves screaming for attention at the very same time causing his brain to block all of it out. He was not sure if he was still in one piece; it felt like one of the cybernetic bones in his leg was knocked out of its joint, but he would not be able to tell until he would get to a safehouse to take a better look.

He stood up.

People were yelling at him, honking their cars- yet no one helped, and he paid them no mind as he looked at the road ahead of him.

Sebastian was nowhere to be seen anymore.

Sirens again, closing in fast and most definitely for him this time. Cassidy frowned again- he had trouble breathing, a heavy weight pressing down on his chest; possibly because of the crash, which wouldn’t surprise him- but he felt…something else.

Stress?

Fear?

He glanced behind him and slowly stumbled back to his motorcycle. It was heavy- a lot heavier than he remembered it being, for some reason, but after a brief struggle he managed to set it back upright and step back on it.

His heart was beating irregularly. He was nearly painfully aware of that, now.

He turned around.

It was of no use to try and find his target back and the NCPD was closing in fast. Another failed attempt- yet for some reason it did him nothing, mind entirely elsewhere as he listened to the sound of his own breathing, and the thudding of his heartbeat in his ears.

He’d lost focus.

It was of no use.

So Cassidy turned back, and drove off into the direction he had come from; riding right by the NCPD following him, knowing they would not be fast enough to turn around. Left the highway, knowing it would be easier to lose them downtown, and he vanished once more into the crowds of people.

A strange knot taking shape in his stomach, Cassidy briefly glanced up at the sky once more-

It was blue. Not a cloud in sight.

#nuclearwriting #fic:two sides of the same coin #rbs much appreciated :) <3 #IT'S FINALLY HERE. ARE YOU FUCKING PROUD OF ME #i cannot write car chases sorry about that. car go vroom motorcycle go brr they are chasing each other. the end #fun fact: not a word is said by cassidy in this chapter. tee hee and lol #and yes he's insane why do you ask. was that not obvious yet #he is a curious little boy i love him so

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