but don't ruin it / it's too early

theblameless-vestal:

The alley to the left seemed to be the only option. I couldn’t turn right; that led to a far seedier part of town, and straight ahead was an unassuming brick wall. I turned to face behind me, but returning was not an option, either. I knew what awaited me if I turned back. So, left it was, even though dread washed over me with each step I took.
        I had to get away from them. I had to find safety. I knew one sure-fire way to get that, but it would come at a price. Luckily, I had exactly what I would need to pay.

        I rounded a corner, and there she was, leaning up against the wall, all nonchalant, as if she didn’t know I was coming and just happened to be there. She was dressed in her usual attire - jeans, a jacket, and that expression that told you she was not to be messed with. It was tough being female in this way of life, but she seemed to… circumvent those difficulties with ease.
“Did you get it?” she asked, without turning to look at me.
“No. But I know where it is,” I replied, trying to hide my nerves.
“And?”
I wasn’t giving in that easily.
“Not yet.”
She sighed.
“What do you need?” she asked, seemingly exasperated. It was always hard to tell, with her. It could all be part of an act. The act could be part of an act. There could be layers down to Hades, or there could be none at all. In the end, it didn’t make a difference.
“Safety,” I answered, after thinking briefly.
“Don’t we all?” she shot back. She finally turned to look at me, pushing off from the wall in the process. “I’ll see what I can do. Now, where is it?”
“No, not until I know they’re not going to find me,” I pushed. I was scared out of my wits, but she wasn’t as bad as they could be. Marginally.
“You’ll never know that for sure,” she said.
“I know. You know what I mean.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” she paused. “Meet me in an hour. Not the usual spot. Back here. I’ll have what you need by then. You had better not be lying.”
“I’m not. What am I supposed to do until then?” I asked.
“I don’t care. That’s not my problem. Get a drink, hide in a bin, whatever. Just don’t get yourself killed. You’d regret it.”

She turned and walked away, without another word. Within seconds she was around another corner, leaving me shaken and speechless. It’s not every day you come face to face with a legend and are left standing to tell the tale. At least, I was standing for now.
My curiosity got the better of me within seconds, and I followed her. Upon turning the corner, however, I was left with the sight of a blank alley. She was nowhere to be seen.

I know it’s been a while, but here it is. It feels good to write.

Maybe I’ll look at writing some Project Evasion again soon.