City Scape

by TigerSwirl448

Chapter 13: Admire from Afar

Chapter 13
Admire from Afar

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The next morning, Twilight walked straight to her meteorological set up. Despite losing her flash drive and the data stored within, the budding scientist was undeterred from her research. She had packed several spares, in case of malfunction, loss, or the oft chance of collecting more than a few gigabytes of data. I guess I forgot to add 'theft' to my list of reasons for bringing ten drives with me, eh Spike.

As she lightly jogged to the site, thoughts about the mystery girl from the other day worked their way back into her mind. Was she actually a thief? Twilight shook her head at that notion. If she was, than why only a flash drive, rather than the much more valuable equipment? Wouldn't that fetch more money on the market?

There was also her attire. No self-respecting thief would ever wear clothing that vibrant, and in broad daylight no less. Even in the more affluent Middle District, Twilight had never seen anyone go beyond muted, earthy tones. But weren't bright, vivid colors not allowed? She was still stumped as to why the city council felt the need for so many ridiculous rules and regulations.

Twilight finally rounded the corner to the alley and once again clambered up the fire escape. On the way up, her panicked thoughts returned to her equipment. What if they came back in the night? What if everything is gone? What would I do then?

But once on the roof, she found her equipment had been undisturbed from the way it was left the other evening. She sighed in sweet relief, and walked over to her setup, fresh flash drive already in hand. Until she saw the stolen drive from yesterday sitting out in the middle of the table.

With a tentative hand, she picked up the device and looked nervously around at the surrounding rooftops. Once satisfied that nobody was watching, she pulled her laptop out of its bag and plugged the flash drive into the corresponding port. A quick navigation to the drive later, and Twilight let out another held breath of relief. It was all there, all the numbers and charts detailing weather patterns and wind speed were displayed across the screen. The glossy screen also displayed a reflection of an adjoining rooftop, and of a figure watching her every move.

Twilight whipped her head around with a nervous squeak to see the very same rainbow haired woman from yesterday bolt away.

“W-wait!”

The scientist quickly set her laptop down on the table and gave chase. “Wait a second!”

The mystery girl cast a sidelong glance, and Twilight could easily see her expression of surprise morph into a wry smirk. She gestured with two fingers at something ahead, before putting her head down in an all-out sprint. Twilight tried to match her speed, until she remembered that there was a very logical reason for the hand signal.

She hardly had the time – nor the traction – to come to a complete stop before the roof's end. “Whoa!”

Twilight teetered on the precipice of disaster, her skinny arms flailing wildly, trying to protect their owner from a grizzly fall. She had already violated the cardinal rule of not looking down, and her flipping stomach was already paying the price.

As she eventually overcompensated and fell flat on her back, the scientist was only vaguely aware of the other girl leaping across the gap and rolling in for a perfect landing on the adjacent building. Her spinning brain was still wholly focused on just how far down the alley had seemed to be.

In. Out. In. Out. Twilight got control of her erratic breathing, and her pulse in turn slowed back to a normal level. She was content to lay still on the sunbaked roof for the time being, pretend it was the castle grounds back home and the perils of Cloudsdale nothing but a far flung dream, but a shrill whistle brought her back to reality.

She shakily pulled herself into a sitting position, and spied the runner standing on the edge of her roof with a thumb raised. Unsure of just about anything at that point, Twilight wearily reciprocated the gesture with a raised thumb of her own. And with an understanding smirk and a dismissive wave, the technicolor girl turned and ran off to parts unknown.

Only one question could make it past Twilight's pursed lips.

“Who was that girl?”

Finally, after a few more seconds of confusion, Twilight got back on her feet and loped back to her still running laptop. When she got there, she turned around – half expecting to see her still waving – but only saw an empty roof. She shook her head, and brought focus back to her meteorological studies. All she really had to do was download the last day's data and make sure everything was running smoothly. After that, she could figure out lunch.

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After catching her breath, Rainbow Dash peeked out from her hiding spot to watch the girl finally leave her equipment and descend the rusty fire escape. Despite any misgivings about a random stranger hanging around the mainframe, she couldn't help but smirk. Of all the runners, Dash was by far the fastest, but the bookish, eggheaded outsider was almost able to run astride with her on the rooftops. She's no Canterlot flunkie, that's for sure.

Rainbow sighed and crept over to the lip of the roof. The girl had now reached street level, and would be out of view momentarily. Even though the flash drive had been returned and a camera had been mounted, the runners still had more questions that couldn't be answered by surveillance alone. They needed to tail her, find out just who she was, where she stayed, and whether or not she was in league with the Griffs.

As she disappeared around the corner of the alley, the runner in pursuit jogged over to a better vantage point. She almost immediately began tapping an irritated foot. Her line of work usually revolved around keeping momentum up and moving as fast as possible when the Griffs shot first and asked questions never. Tailing somebody moving at a walking pace without being seen – even on the roof of the city – was a test of patience that would have been better suited for Thunderlane, but a volunteer was a volunteer.

Dash also had a personal motive.

Ever since seeing her get hassled by security on T.V. a few weeks back, the mystery person had occupied a portion of the runner's mind. It started as mild wonderment, but now that she was in their territory, Rainbow's passing fancy had turned into full-blown curiosity, an unshakable urge to know more about this person.

Dash skirted along the roof until the next gap between the buildings, but felt that she was still too close for comfort. With the way the blue haired woman was gawking at everything in her vicinity, it didn't look like that would be changing anytime soon. Eventually though, patience wore thin, and Rainbow backpedaled to ready for a leap.

After leapfrogging across close to a dozen buildings, Rainbow was now within spitting distance of the vehicle snarled bridge spanning a drainage canal that acted as a sort of no-mans-land between Low Town and the walled off Middle District. The traffic jam blocking up the bridge was caused solely by the high security checkpoint that was slowly processing vehicle and foot traffic alike.

The girl was almost halfway across, and Dash wondered how long it would take for her to get through, and whether or not she would be subject to a frisk or have her bag checked for contraband, which was pretty much the usual treatment for transients these days. But she scoffed loudly as the meteorologist or whatever they were called plodded right on through without so much as a batted eyelash from the officers post.

"Well, well," Rainbow whispered. "Friends in high places?"

A regular civilian simply couldn't walk or drive into other districts without showing a valid ID to the guards. She also knew that the gate wouldn't let the likes of her pass it. An alternative route was needed, and she knew of one, but that meant getting filthy.

Rainbow lethargically climbed down the nearest fire escape to an alley below. She then pulled the hood of her jacket over her head and – as casually as possible – walked out onto the sidewalk. Despite the stench of idling car exhausts almost instantly causing Dash's sinuses to swell, and the combined engine noise easily cutting through her hood, she didn't outwardly show her disdain. She needed to appear as calm as possible, and not draw any unwanted attention.

She continued her slow pace all the way to the beginnings of the bridge, but she didn't cross. She merely stepped to its left side, and leaned up against a guardrail protecting the dried up canal. Magenta eyes watched the parade of traffic creep across the bridge, waiting for the right opportunity. That opportunity came in the form of a tall box truck just beginning its crossing.

When she was absolutely sure that nobody was paying attention and the guards visual was partially obstructed by the truck, Dash vaulted over the railing and carefully slid down the sloped concrete wall.

As soon as her feet hit level ground, she darted under the support structure of the bridge and took refuge among the pylons. After five seconds of nothing but the wind noise and the echoing vehicles above, it was safe to continue to the other side unhindered. Once she reached the far side, Rainbow could hear the workings of the checkpoint right above her head. But it was loud enough to conceal any sound she made.

So she felt free to elicit a tut of disapproval at the sight of a faded GSF recruitment poster stapled to a sheet of plywood. But rather than deface it, she slid the plywood aside, and did her level best to suppress a gag reflex. The stench emanating from the exposed culvert was every bit as bad as she had remembered. Of all the new routes plotted to counter the walls, this was by far the worst, and Dash vowed only to use it if no other routes were available.

In this case, finding another path in time was out of the question. So with a final sigh of resignation, Rainbow got on her knees and slipped her way in. The stagnant air inside the rank tunnel was bad enough even with fresh air mixing in. But when she slid the board back in place, she couldn't stop her eyes from tearing up. The sooner I'm out of here, the better.

Without any natural light, Rainbow began her blind slog to the Middle District, groaning as the cold mud that held Celestia-knows-what soaked into her pant legs. "Dang it, I just got these clean!"

After five minutes of crawling, Dash finally reached the light at the end of the putrid tunnel. She was forced to stop and carefully slide a sheet of corrugated steel that was covering the exit to the side. Once there was enough room for her head, she peeked out and sharply inhaled the fresh air. She also kept an eye out for any passersby who might notice. With nobody in earshot or with line of sight, the steel was fully moved aside and Rainbow crawled out.

Finally out, the runner wiped off her hands on her already filthy pants and sealed the tunnel. After scraping off the mud that stuck to her soles on a curb, she ran to a nearby alley and hid. Once sure that nobody noticed, Dash pulled her hood back and looked around for the nearest fire escape.

Once back at a safe altitude, Rainbow crouched down and carefully scanned the busy street below for a shock of blue. Lunch hour was in full effect, with workers, co-workers, and families shuffling around to various shops and eateries. Dash sighed sadly at the sight of a boy pointing frantically into the window of a sweets shop, his sister joining right in. After a few seconds of begging, their mother relented and led them in.

The runner couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. How could these people go about their business in such a carefree fashion, completely oblivious to the constant hardships just a few blocks away? Couldn't they see the Griffs for the oppressors that they truly are?

That feeling was washed away when Rainbow spied a head of blue hair departing one of the tiny take-out restaurants with a bag of food in hand. As she filtered through the masses, Dash straightened up and began tracing her path once more. A few minutes and a few buildings later, she was led to a fancy street lined by several very new looking apartment blocks.

The girl swiped a keycard through a reader, and the steel door automatically bade her entrance into the structure. At this point, Rainbow could have called it a day and reported back to HQ, but the modernist building had a staircase encased in glass that easily showed the girl as she ascended all the way to the highest story.

Dash smirked. "Hmm, top floor huh?"

She scanned the building for a possible path to its flat roof, but apart from a few pipes and gutters that were too far above the ground, the side she was facing had nothing. Maybe I'll have better luck on the other side.

A quick descent to street level later, and Dash was crossing over to the apartment with her hood up. She detoured around the back, carefully skirting the wall to avoid an oscillating surveillance camera that was keeping an eye on the alley. Sadly, the situation on the far side was just as bleak, with any building utility located at points impossible to reach without assistance.

She was about to sigh in defeat when the wind shifted, and several browned leaves blew past her feet. The sound of rustling and creaking branches drew Rainbow's attention to the large oak tree that had probably been growing in its small patch of lawn for the past hundred years, impervious to the encroaching concrete just a few feet away. It was almost devoid of its autumn leaves, revealing its skeletal boughs – most of which looked sturdy enough to stand on.

"Heh, haven't climbed a tree in a long time."

With a few flexes of her arms, Rainbow scampered up the trunk and reached out for the lowest branch. She wrapped her arms around the limb, and pulled herself up. Once up in the tree, the rest of the climb was more traditional, with branches thinning out the higher she went. When she reached the highest branch that could safely hold her weight, Rainbow examined the pipe that was now ten feet away.

It was much too far to reach easily, and Dash didn't fully trust her perch. She would need to launch herself to reach it. She practiced the maneuver several times, before taking a deep breath and finally committing. Right when she jumped, the dry snap of the branch breaking off hit her ears. Instead of the parabolic arc Rainbow had envisioned her jump to be, the loss of support sent her on a much more downward vector.

She almost immediately slammed into the building, hands just grasping at the base of the iron pipe. Once Dash pulled her legs up, she found that her running shoes didn't get the greatest traction on the laser smooth wall. But there was just enough to shimmy her way up to the roof.

Finally on the roof, Rainbow skirted her way around the running ventilation fans and went to the front side of the building. She peered over the edge and saw the sills for the top floor a few feet down. She got on hands and knees, and carefully backed off the edge. As she tested the sills for strength, she idly wondered what the people streetside would think if they looked up and saw the bright-dressed woman hanging over the edge. Hopefully I'll be long gone before any Griffs come around to crash the party.

She lowered herself the rest of the way, and peered into the first room which was luckily vacant. The second and third checked window yielded similar results, but the fourth one almost caused Rainbow to slip as she quickly shimmied to the side. She was definitely in there, no doubt about it.

Dash braced herself against the wall and slowly leaned her head back over for a second look. The girl had her back to the window as she pulled off her shoes and laid her satchel next to herself on the bed. Rainbow also realized just how impossibly tiny the room was. Geez, and I thought that at least the Middle District had more to offer than this.

She watched her pull one of the canternese food boxes out of their plastic bag and examine its contents. Judging by the way her face scrunched up, Dash guessed that there must have been something particularly nasty inside. She deftly closed the top of the box and unceremoniously shoved it back in the bag.

After glaring at the bag for a second, she reached up and began unbuttoning her shirt, which caused Dash to burn scarlet and shoot out of view. She only needed to find out a location, she didn't need a show on top of it all. But something deep inside forced her head back in place. This only caused the runner to blush even harder as the person of interest disrobed down to her bra. She then got off the bed and went to her dresser, affording Dash a great profile shot of her chest and flat stomach as she rummaged for some fresh attire.

Rainbow so wanted to pull away, but found that she simply didn't have the strength to do so. She was rooted to the spot, forced to watch the woman of her newfound interest go about her business in her skivvies. She couldn't possibly be that interested in her... could she?

Once she pulled a sweater out and onto her body, only then did Rainbow pull away. She held weakly to the wall, breaths coming heavily and palms slick with sweat. Wide eyes darted around fearfully, looking for anybody or anything that may have seen. Once she gulped a few lungfuls of air and calmed down, Dash's mind finally processed the last few minutes. What was I thinking!?

Peeping was something that only douchebags like Flash and the Dumb Brothers did. Granted, she was facing away most of the time, but still... it just didn't feel right.

Despite slick palms, Dash quickly scaled back to the roof and quickly backtracked. She needed to get back to Low Town, away from the madness and to a place where things actually made sense.

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Once again, Twilight felt like she was being watched. But an apprehensive glance out the window revealed nothing but the blue sky and the building across the street. After a moment of staring out into space, she sighed and went to her bag to retrieve her laptop. While the machine booted up on the nightstand, she grabbed a different box of canternese and read the ingredients. Once completely certain that this one was free of fried squid, she sat down on the bed and dug into the chow mein with the provided plastic fork.

While the example from Cloudsdale wasn't nearly as stunning as what the royal chefs back home could prepare, it was still tasty and hearty enough to fill Twilight's belly as she took a deeper look into the returned data. But when she opened the drive, something that was missed earlier was now sticking out like a sore thumb.

At the bottom of a list of raw data files was an unassuming, untitled text file. And with curiosity winning out immediately, she opened it up for a read.

Hello, my name is Dash and I want to apologize for taking your flash drive. Long story short, I thought you were working for the government since some of your equipment looked... different, and it led to me taking your flash drive. I swear I wasn't going to take it from you, you just popped out of nowhere and I had to run. But after I looked at your flash drive there was nothing but numbers that matched to your equipment. So I decided to give it back to you. Again, I'm sorry. But I would like to talk to you sometime in the future, whether I catch you at your set-up, or I stumble upon you on the streets. Don’t worry if you see my friends on the rooftops, they're just as curious as me about your sudden appearance.

Twilight scanned through the text several times, ignoring the type-o's that would usually draw the ire of a perfectionist like herself. Rather, she couldn't control her own grin. This “Dash”, the colorful girl who took her flash drive yesterday, actually wanted to meet her? She couldn't believe this; it was a chance to actually meet the people who were living in the sky! Both Spelling and Flash's warnings vied for attention with the new revelation, but a quick recollection to earlier of Dash running on the rooftop next to her eventually won out. It was simply too good an opportunity to let pass.

But at the same time, Twilight couldn't quite put her finger on why Dash herself was so interesting. Apart from a few individuals in her immediate life, the student felt that she neither had the time nor the energy for existential relationships. But here she was, fascinated with some girl she didn't even know. But why?

“She's different." She whispered to herself.

That was true. Out of all the people Twilight had seen in this city, she was the only one who was completely enigmatic. She was like a beacon at sea, the Waldo hidden among a page full of people. Someone that bucked all the traditional values without rhyme or reason, and followed her heart. Perhaps it was also the fact that she had gone out of her way to return one measly thumb drive that had Twilight going.

Either way, she now wanted to meet her more than ever.

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Coco opened the door to her apartment and blinked in surprise. Instead of on some secret foray into the city, Spell Check was sitting on the sofa typing away on her laptop. The very same place Coco saw her before work that morning.

At the sound of the door closing, Spelling almost jumped off the seat while she yanked out her earbuds. Coco could faintly hear music coming from the buds as her roommate fumbled with the volume controls on her computer.

"Hey, how was work?" Spelling grinned as she stretched her arms in the air.

"It was fine." Coco quirked her brow. "What are you doing here?"

Spelling brought her hands back down and closed the lid on the notebook. "Um, I was just doing some writing."

"But, don’t you have any... trips into town?"

Spelling shook her head. "I already told you last night that I'm taking a break for a week or two."

Coco nodded. She remembered having that conversation with Spelling some time back. At the time, she didn't really believe it. But now, seeing Spelling where she left her, in their apartment, maybe what she said was true.

"Sorry, I just thought you would be gone."

Spelling didn't miss her girlfriend's melancholic tone. "Weeell... things have changed. But really, I'm here for a while and not taking any crazy long time ventures in the city. Honest."

Coco stared into Spelling's eyes, looking for any signs of dishonesty. But after a few seconds of seeing nothing but a sincere smile on her face, she set her bag on the table and sat down on the sofa.

"So, what were you writing?" Coco question was accentuated by an arm wrapping around Spelling's waist.

The journalist considered the question. She didn't want to show off or even think about what she had recently typed, but she needed something to keep Coco off her case for just a little bit longer. After a moment of thought, she smiled.

The laptop was brought back to her lap and she popped open the lid. Coco watched as Spelling deftly typed in her password and revealed her sparse desktop. She stopped her rubbing hand and looked at the background. It was a group shot of seven individuals posing with the Manehattan skyline in the background. One of them was recognizable as a younger Spell Check.

"What’s the picture of?" Coco asked.

Spelling grinned. "Just some buddies back from college."

Coco then noticed something a little odd. "All of them are guys?"

An unconcerned shrug. "What can I say? We were geeks. Video games, comics, movies, anything possible that could be nerded over. I was the only girl in class that enjoyed what they were into. That was where I met my best friend, One Note." She pointed to one of the men in the picture next to a younger Spelling with a black goatee and crazed blue eyes. Coco couldn't suppress her frown at the sight.

"He looks like bad news to me."

Spelling chuckled. "He might look crazy, but he's the best guy I know. We worked together in Manehattan, and he was the one that got me my job."

At the mere, offhand mention of her job, a scowl found its way onto the reporter's face. As she turned away to stare out the window, Coco felt that it was time to ask the question that had been bugging her for quite some time.

"You think you can tell me for real about your job?"

The silence was enough of a sign for her to usually change the subject, but something more needed saying.

"I won't tell anyone if it's too dangerous. Please! I just want to understand why you’re trying to keep it a secret and you were always gone all the time and, and... I'm just concerned."

Spelling sighed, took a final forlorn glance at the desktop picture of easier times, and then shut the laptop again. "I... I don’t think that's a good idea."

"Why not?"

"It's best I don't get you involved."

"Involved in what?" Coco pried harder, trying to seek out more information. "I'm scared for you."

"I'm scared for you too, you know!"

Spelling's breaths came loud and ragged, and she glared at Coco with wild eyes. But when she saw her shocked and hurt expression, the journalist lost her drive and resorted to blushing in shame and dropping her head into her hands. Her next words came out more like a whimpered plea than a demand.

"Look, I don’t want to talk about this again. I – I need a shower." With that, Spelling pulled herself off the couch and walked off to the bathroom, leaving her computer behind.

Coco sighed while looking at the sleeping notebook. She didn't want to do it, but with Spelling's outburst and subject jumping in mind, it was high time to do so. When she heard the shower come to life, she grabbed the laptop and opened it. She had seen Spelling on her laptop many times before, and knew she had it password protected. She had no idea what the password was, but maybe the computer could offer a hint. She pressed a random key, followed by enter. Of course, that was incorrect, but it allowed her to find and click the password hint.

The one you care for the most.

Coco thought back to the background image Spelling had showed off earlier, and the one person she had named. She typed the name "One Note" and pressed enter. It was wrong, she would definitely be better protected than that. But the more she thought, the more she read the hint.

The one you care for the most.

Then she remembered something Spelling professed to her a while back. She immediately scoffed at the idea, there was no way that could be it. But eventually, she licked her lips and typed her first name.

She gasped, completely surprised to find out that her guess at the password was correct. "Me?"

Now that she was on the desktop, Coco glanced furtively at the bathroom door. She knew Spelling would take an extra-long shower when frustrated, so she had a decent chunk of time to root around in her computer. But she still made sure that the water was running before investigating further.

She moved the cursor to a search tab and typed words like work; writing, job, anything that can lead her to the answers she was seeking. Eventually, it pointed her to a text file titled “reminders”. She opened it and found a list of sorts. She silently read the first line.

Titan Walls. Check sources. Nothing from Flash. Nothing from Jeffery. Absolutely nothing from Cherry. Note to self: Take a break and spend time with Coco again.

Coco smiled sadly. At that point, she felt confident that her lover wasn't up to any scandalous activities. But she pressed on regardless.

Look up Rainbow Factory myth; No news. CK had nothing; Probably just a silly ghost story.

Coco then read something that really caught her eye. Enough that she unconsciously read it aloud.

“Kidnappings. Griffs involved? No clues as to whom might be doing this, but rumors tell that children, mainly orphans, are being snatched in droves. Be on the lookout, and remind Coco to be on her guard when walking alone from work.”

Coco whispered quietly. "What are you getting into, Spelling?"

As she dug even deeper, she found old email drafts that had been composed on individual notepad documents, ledgers detailing every expenditure made in the city, and an untitled document that was being clicked on right then. Unlike all the other business documents, this one read much more personally.

One Note,

It's getting too much for me to do this shit anymore. It's getting more dangerous the longer I stay here. My normal sources are getting suspicious, and will shoot me if I stumble. The Griffs, they're getting very serious. They have been for the last year and it's getting more and more difficult to ask questions, people are scrutinizing me and my cover will be blown sooner or later, and guess what? You won’t have an inside man in the city.

Consider my offer and we can still be friends. I'm done working like this. I was almost killed the other day just because I had a fling with this crazy bitch over drinks. I also have someone I care about in the city, and I don’t want this person to get involved, or be involved, if the unthinkable happens. Those Griffs will torture her for information, and it would be my fault. I can't bear the thought of her getting hurt over my screw-ups.

And don’t give me that 'it's for the good of Equestria' crap, either. We're on the verge of war whether we do this or not. And I've had enough of being your source of goodies. I’m sending my resignation as soon as I write it up. I'm going back to writing fantasies and making them have happy endings.

S.C.

Coco gulped hard, and clicked out of the document. She had already known about her roommate's freelance journalism, but what was truly surprising was the description of her chilling working conditions. Things had been deteriorating rapidly over the past year, and that had reduced Spelling from happy-go-lucky lover into a tired mess of a correspondent. But now with her sources threatening violence, she couldn't easily or safely dig up the information she was told to find anymore.

Coco also felt a stab of guilt. Those trips into the city weren't Spelling possibly cheating on her or doing other questionable things. She was just doing her job as a journalist, gathering information about titan walls; rainbow factories, kidnappings...

The one thought that stuck with Coco the most was Spelling's concern about her own safety. Was she in real danger just walking home from her workplace? Were there unsavory people potentially watching them at this very moment? Would Griffs burst through the door and take them away for questioning?

Her train of thought was snuffed out when she heard the shower stop. Spelling wouldn't be out for some time yet, but she shut down the laptop and placed it back on the table anyway. She exchanged for the remote and powered on the television. It was already tuned in to the local news station, and even though she never really paid attention to their half-baked issues, maybe this time she could listen more closely and make decisions for herself on what counted as fiction, or well-hidden fact.

Author's Note:

Oh man! finally got this one finished and up. XD Big thanks to An-Twan Star for the editing job. And yes Writers block did kick me hard this time around. ^^'

I'm slowly getting myself back into the groove. And since I've been writing shorter chapters on other projects the past few months, the chapters might/will be shorter than usual. Other than that hope you guys enjoy the new chapter.

Chapter 14 will be finished soon.

Also thanks to you all for following the story and giving likes. I was shocked to find this story at 49 likes. 0.o Wow! XD Later guys.

Comments

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