(Didn’t specify the muse. So we are going with Jackie)
The wavy haired blonde looked at them, “b-because it’s th-the first weapon I g-grabbed.” She said with a huff her eyes giving a sharp glare.“No problem sugar cube! I understand. But for the record, a normal person would have tried to call the police. You might want to rethink your tactic.” She smirked. Once they were out of the city and into the country, she sped up remarkably. Almost like the devil was on her tail. The ride continued for another hour, stopping at a large red house. She pulled into the garage and removed her helmet. “First order of business, a relaxing bath and some food for you. You can borrow my clothes if you would like.”
She could almost doze off as they flew down the road. “I-I can’t exactly t-tell the c-cops about th-this sort of situation.” She replies simply.
When they made it there she pulled of her helmet and set it on the back of the bike. She looked at the woman. “I-I still never g-got your name” She said. Now that the stress of the last few hours was over she looked at herself she’d gotten a few cuts and bruises within the course of her adventures today. Her shirt torn around the neckline and her jeans covered in some grime. Her hair an unfurled heap of blond frizz. “P-p-probably a good idea” she said to the woman
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