The Tales of the Legendary Mimic : Momo

FLEETING TIME...FLEEEING PAIN..

As they settled into the dim light of the room, Lorne took a moment to truly breathe. The remnants of the house told a story of a life once lived—faded photographs hung askew on the walls, and a dusty table still held the remnants of a family meal long abandoned. A child’s cup lay on its side, its cartoon print half-scratched away, and a pair of chairs sat pulled out as if someone had once stood up in a hurry and never returned. It was a stark reminder of the world they had lost, a world that now felt like a distant memory rather than something they had actually touched.

These used to be someone's home. He once had a home now he was a runner 

“Do you think we’ll make it?” Max asked, his voice barely above a whisper; the clogged tone betrayed his half-sleep state, the weight of uncertainty hanging heavily in the air. His words seemed too loud in the fragile quiet, as if even hope could shatter what little peace they’d managed to find.

Lorne met his gaze, determination flickering in his eyes. For a moment, the exhaustion lining his face fell away, replaced by something steady and unshakeable. “We have to,” he said softly. “We can’t give up, even if we wanted to. We’ll find a way out of this.”

With a shared nod, they began to quietly talk through their next move, sketching rough ideas more than solid plans—routes they might take, places that might still be safe, the vague promise of a military post that may or may not exist. They both knew the road ahead would be fraught with peril, but also threaded through with the fragile hope of freedom. They had each other, and in a world gone mad, that thin thread of connection felt like a lifeline.

"Here is a lane that edges to the borders. You see, there usedto be a military base here cause miscreant had in on a special resource. A kind of Tar. we wont be taking this route though. There's a path that leads directly to the base around the jungle between the old town rails."

They agreed soon enough; Max did a lot of nodding rather than talking. His family butler was an expert in various sectors.

The night was far from over. At some point, the sky outside the broken windows shifted from ink-black to a bruised gray, and as dawn broke, a thick column of smoke rose in the distance, smudging the horizon. It signaled a forest fire ignited by rogue mutants. The flames danced hungrily, licking at the trees and sending embers spiraling into the air like fireflies. The fire spread rapidly, a ravenous beast threatening the fragile sanctuary they had found in the dilapidated house. Max and Lorne exchanged a glance, their hearts pounding in unison; they had no choice but to flee once more, navigating through the trees with the inferno closing in on their heels.

Max’s gauntlet, now charged with energy, pulsed with a vibrant glow, becoming an invaluable tool in their desperate escape. He activated its laser, a brilliant beam slicing through fallen branches and debris, clearing a path through the chaos. Each time the red light flashed, it cast their faces in an otherworldly glow, briefly softening the fear in their eyes. The heat was intense, wrapping around them like a suffocating blanket, and the air was thick with acrid smoke that clawed at their throats. Each breath felt like inhaling fire, but they pressed on, driven by sheer survival instinct, the primal urge to escape the encroaching doom.

As they sprinted through the underbrush, the world around them transformed into a hellscape. Trees crackled and popped, their bark blackening and peeling away as the flames consumed them. The ground beneath their feet grew hot, and the distant roar of the fire was a constant reminder of the danger that lurked just behind them. Now and then, a branch would crash to the ground nearby, sending up a spray of sparks that drifted like cruel confetti. Max could feel the heat radiating off the flames, a tangible force that urged him to run faster, to push harder. 

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they stumbled into a clearing, a small oasis amidst the fiery chaos. They collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, their bodies slick with sweat and soot. The forest fire raged on behind them, a monstrous reminder of the relentless danger they faced in this mutated world. The clearing was eerily quiet, the only sound the crackling of distant flames and the occasional rustle of leaves in the wind. They took a moment to recuperate, their hearts still racing, adrenaline coursing through their veins.

it all felt peaceful for a second

Aghhhhh

Then came a human yell, then gunshots. Max and Lorne, still panting, shared a gaze

 As fate would have it there wasnt really any rest in this God forsakken place

they could easily tell what they were both thinking

"at least there are people"

at least we arent thesame weak duo 

HAHAHAHAH"Lorne and max cant help but laugh out as they could finally notice the beauty around them the chirp of a bird and rustle of the tree made him feel fill on the inside

The world might have change but werent they as well...if anything, they could just conquer all their troubles and laugh like they are doing now. he was scared they might derange and go insane

"There are people..."

"Lets meet them..!"