Fugitive AU
Nothing good can ever come with sirens. Nothing at all. don't let anyone tell you different. The piercing wail and caterwauling is a sign to watch out. One lone figure crouched on the fire escape was pressed up against the dirty brick, breath coming out in little clouds. The sirens faded into the mulled city sounds and Fionna wiped the blood from her lip. If they caught her, there'd never be an end to the ridiculous chase. And she'd never find her sister. The sowrd she held frimly in her hand shone dully in the flickering light and she scampered up onto the room to get a better view of the city.
It was a haze of steam and car horn blares and fluroescent lights, glowing brightly in the night.There was a sound from behind her, and her grip on the sword tightened. She wasn't the only one running from trouble.
