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Beast was in trouble. A particularly nasty fight left them with a deep stab wound in their abdomen, leaking a lot of blood. Beast kept their paw gripped on the wound, trying to stem the bleeding. They weren't sure if any vital organs had been hit. They didn't have time to think; they were being pursued. Local criminals, they weren't too happy with this so-called 'vigilante', and Beast knew they were gonna be killed if they got caught by the fiends. So, despite the immense pain they felt, they grabbed onto a drain pipe and started to climb onto the roof of one of the buildings nearby.
"You know something, Beast? I've realized that your life is double-sided, two-faced if you will. Not unlike a coin."
Not now, Mask! Beast grimaced, looking back to see that one of the more athletic criminals had climbed up after them. She turned and started running across the rooftops.
"Which side of the coin is more important to you?"
Not NOW, Mask! Beast jumped the first gap, disappointed when she turned back to see her pursuer clear it with equal ease. She turned back to keep running, but it was growing increasingly difficult because of her injury.
"It doesn't matter to you if you get heads or tails; You just don't like to flip all the time, but if you spin it, then you get to see both sides. That's the thrill of the double life."
Why is this an important conversation to be having right now?! Beast jumped another gap, wincing as they landed.
"You're heading to the hospital. They'll probably ask who you are. Who will you be tonight? That's the question."
I don't care about that right now! Beast shook their head. A paw grabbed their shoulder, yanking them back. The criminal had caught up to her, a wiry-looking weasel wearing an eyepatch. Beast whipped about and punched the weasel in the face, knocking him back before running again. You were the one who encouraged me to do this in the first place, Mask! I'm done talking about this. I need to make it to the hospital!
"You're right, Beast. I know you've heard my concerns. You must get over to it right away. If anyone can do it, you gotta get there soon, you're not okay."
Beast could see the large building ahead. It was so close, but so far away. I'm almost there!
"If only you had a carriage to drive. Or maybe you're intending to fly?"
Is this really the best time for jokes? Beast looked behind her to see she still hadn't lost her pursuer.
"I'm being serious. When will you arrive? You're running out of time."
SHUT UP- Jill's thoughts were interrupted as a sharp pain pierced her back, making her gasp. She managed to crane her head to see a knife protruding from her body, right under her shoulder. She wobbled in place, this pain being too much for her, and she fell from the roof. Time seemed to slow down for her as she started to plummet to the ground.
"Don't you see that everything is on the line? So I'm sorry, but you have to choose a side."
Jill was falling. It seemed so slow. Seconds spanned into minutes, minutes into hours.
"You'll never know when it's your time to go." Side? Jill's mind was a haze. She could barely comprehend what she was hearing.
"And where you end up in life, that's code." Side? More philosophies from Mask she didn't understand. It made her head ache more than the wounds in her body.
"You can't ignore, you're spinning your life." Side? Jill's body was flailing through the air, cape fluttering in the wind.
"Your watch is broken 'cause you spent all your time." Side? Jill could see the weasel poke his head out from the rooftop, before moving away. Though everything still seemed to be in slow motion for her.
"It's now or never on this; everything rides." Side? Jill saw a way she could cushion her fall. A large pile of snow. She didn't know what was under it, if anything, but it was her only chance.
"Before the spinning stops, you must pick a side!" Jill focused on the snow, her sense of time returning as she slammed into it. The snow cushioned most of her landing, but she still ended up bruising her ribs. Jill sat up with a groan, still holding her bleeding abdomen as she started to limp her way towards the hospital, which was only a few feet away now.
"Who will you be tonight? That's the question." Mask's question echoed in Jill's mind.
"Who will you be tonight? That's the question." The same sentiment echoed in Beast's mind, too, as they threw open the doors to the hospital, before nearly collapsing onto the floor.
"Who will you be tonight? That's the question." Who will I be tonight? That's the question.
"You know something, Beast? I've realized that your life is double-sided, two-faced if you will. Not unlike a coin."
Not now, Mask! Beast grimaced, looking back to see that one of the more athletic criminals had climbed up after them. She turned and started running across the rooftops.
"Which side of the coin is more important to you?"
Not NOW, Mask! Beast jumped the first gap, disappointed when she turned back to see her pursuer clear it with equal ease. She turned back to keep running, but it was growing increasingly difficult because of her injury.
"It doesn't matter to you if you get heads or tails; You just don't like to flip all the time, but if you spin it, then you get to see both sides. That's the thrill of the double life."
Why is this an important conversation to be having right now?! Beast jumped another gap, wincing as they landed.
"You're heading to the hospital. They'll probably ask who you are. Who will you be tonight? That's the question."
I don't care about that right now! Beast shook their head. A paw grabbed their shoulder, yanking them back. The criminal had caught up to her, a wiry-looking weasel wearing an eyepatch. Beast whipped about and punched the weasel in the face, knocking him back before running again. You were the one who encouraged me to do this in the first place, Mask! I'm done talking about this. I need to make it to the hospital!
"You're right, Beast. I know you've heard my concerns. You must get over to it right away. If anyone can do it, you gotta get there soon, you're not okay."
Beast could see the large building ahead. It was so close, but so far away. I'm almost there!
"If only you had a carriage to drive. Or maybe you're intending to fly?"
Is this really the best time for jokes? Beast looked behind her to see she still hadn't lost her pursuer.
"I'm being serious. When will you arrive? You're running out of time."
SHUT UP- Jill's thoughts were interrupted as a sharp pain pierced her back, making her gasp. She managed to crane her head to see a knife protruding from her body, right under her shoulder. She wobbled in place, this pain being too much for her, and she fell from the roof. Time seemed to slow down for her as she started to plummet to the ground.
"Don't you see that everything is on the line? So I'm sorry, but you have to choose a side."
Jill was falling. It seemed so slow. Seconds spanned into minutes, minutes into hours.
"You'll never know when it's your time to go." Side? Jill's mind was a haze. She could barely comprehend what she was hearing.
"And where you end up in life, that's code." Side? More philosophies from Mask she didn't understand. It made her head ache more than the wounds in her body.
"You can't ignore, you're spinning your life." Side? Jill's body was flailing through the air, cape fluttering in the wind.
"Your watch is broken 'cause you spent all your time." Side? Jill could see the weasel poke his head out from the rooftop, before moving away. Though everything still seemed to be in slow motion for her.
"It's now or never on this; everything rides." Side? Jill saw a way she could cushion her fall. A large pile of snow. She didn't know what was under it, if anything, but it was her only chance.
"Before the spinning stops, you must pick a side!" Jill focused on the snow, her sense of time returning as she slammed into it. The snow cushioned most of her landing, but she still ended up bruising her ribs. Jill sat up with a groan, still holding her bleeding abdomen as she started to limp her way towards the hospital, which was only a few feet away now.
"Who will you be tonight? That's the question." Mask's question echoed in Jill's mind.
"Who will you be tonight? That's the question." The same sentiment echoed in Beast's mind, too, as they threw open the doors to the hospital, before nearly collapsing onto the floor.
"Who will you be tonight? That's the question." Who will I be tonight? That's the question.
