for it ain't so weird, how it makes you a weapon.

[therebelruns]

“Run, Lola. Run, fast!” Her mother’s voice echoes in her mind, it repeats over and over. She has to keep running.

Lola Hernandez runs through the forest. She dodges trees, leaping over bulks of undergrowth that threaten to catch her feet and make her trip and fall. She can’t let herself fall, she’ll break the fragile vials of morphine in her bag.

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[averylongtime]

It's a city full of people from all walks of life-people who can speak all sorts of languages. That someone's calling for her mother in Spanish isn't surprising and shouldn't surprise him. Still, Richard turns to look at the girl...

And finds something to be completely surprised about.

“Hey!” he calls out, approaching her slowly with his hands raised. “Calm down. Put the gun down.”

[therebelruns]

Lola jumps at the sound of the voice and spins around to find the owner of it. If someone had called after her in English, she probably wouldn't have listened in her state. Maybe she still might be in Spain afterall?

However, she keeps the rifle held tightly in her trembling hands and aims it at him. "What's going on? What is this place?" she shouts at him.

Her voice is shaky at first, but a wave of anger takes over and she sounds a little more forecful. "Are you one of Franco's swine? Well!? Give me one good reason why I shouldn't shoot you like a dog!"

It's lines that Lola's rehersed so many times before. She's always tried to prepare herself for such situations, even if she'd never think she'd end up in something quite like this.

[averylongtime]

Franco's swine? As in...General Franco?

(One of the things he doesn't like to be reminded of are all the monsters who've lived and died in his extended time. Franco is one of them.)

“You're not where you think you are,” he says, too quickly, he thinks, and can't blame himself for it: yet again, someone's aiming a gun at him. This time he doesn't have one of Jacob's chosen to save him. “You've fallen through a rift. Please put the gun down, and I'll explain everything. I don't have any weapons on me. Do you want to check?”

(And really, it's fairly ridiculous how he's submitting himself to someone he could take, easily; but he's left far behind the life that required him to hurt children. He finds himself unwilling to do what he normally would have done without second thought.)

[therebelruns]

Don't worry, she'll be rather apologetic once she realises he's not.

Lola frowns at him, not understanding what he's saying. "What do you mean? Where am I?" She demands still with a panicked voice. She's reluctant to put the gun down. She's never shot anyone before, only practiced. She doesn't want to shoot him in particular, but she's too on edge to think about doing anything else.

She tilts her head to one side and narrows her eyes for a moment before nodding. "Fine. Put your hands behind your head and don't move a muscle. Or I will shoot you, alright?" She tells him as she cautiously edges towards him.

Lola's quick to pat him down, turning out his pockets and finding him unarmed. She steps away and points the gun away from him, but still keeps it in her hands, just incase. She's not angry anymore, just scared. "Okay... start explaining... what's going on?" she asks him, blinking back any tears.