Warning; Gore go wow
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The cold sept into the girl’s body as she laid on the table of the library, her head buried inside an opened book, drooling slightly on the now-damp paper. This book was a different genre from that which she usually read; It was about a fantasy world, a medieval one at that.
Alas, even though the girl had enjoyed reading the book, her sleep deprived body grappled for her consciousness, resulting in her current unguarded appearance. To be more accurate, she was not completely unguarded; Y/n sat opposite her quietly reading a book whilst taking short peaks at the sleeping ball of orange hair.
About half an hour passed before Chloe started to wake up. Her current sleeping position was certainly not very comfortable, causing the small girl to rub her neck whilst surveying her surroundings, finding the usual sight of Y/n absorbing another murder mystery book. He’d always liked to read the more, thought provoking genres, as if he were the one in the book fighting to clear up the mystery before he was done in.
Looking back down towards the book she was reading, Chloe noticed the small, dried patch of saliva, hurriedly pressing her cardigan on the page in a futile attempt to rid the book of the ensuing semi-permanent stain.
Suddenly, a bright orange flame erupted from in front of the girl, causing her to recoil in her chair. Chloe quickly look up towards the source of the flame, eyes widening in horror as she stared at the figure in front of her; blackened skin and devoid of hair, a plethora of cuts etched into the teen’s body, seared shut by the roaring flame.
Red orbs screamt out towards the now grown-up girl, patch upon her vacant left eye and large scars drawn onto her face. Crimson liquid leaked from his eyes as he lifted his now black finger towards the small teen.
Lips moved, but no voice was emitted. Although words were unspoken, it was clear what he was trying to convey. Face scrunched up into a angry expression, lips dancing roughly to and fro as Y/n seemingly screamed at the girl, blaming Chloe for the state he now found himself in, this miserable, painful existence.
Chloe stared at the boy, tears seeping from her remaining eye as she reached out to Y/n, desperately wanting to grasp him, attempt to help him, or anything to release him from the suffering he was enduring.
Suddenly, Y/n disappeared. As if he’d wasn’t ever there. The bright brown coloured wooden table was now burnt black as the leather book cover of the murder mystery Y/n had been reading was scorched, pages turned to ash.
“Y/n?” Trembled the girl, hand still reached out towards the empty seat.
Then all was black. Surroundings disappearing into to nothingness the girl frantically span around, attempting to locate Y/n. It felt as if she were in a free fall, her visual senses deprived. Bundling up into a ball, Chloe wept into her disfigured hands, accumulated wounds a testament to her determination to save Y/n.
Vision came back to the girl, prompting her to open her eyes once again. She found herself falling rapidly through the sky as she dived towards the city below, clouds beside her as she quickly reached terminal velocity.
The teen shrieked in fear as she became closer to the ground, never having gotten over her fear of heights which she had been shackled to by her experience as a child.
What seemed to be a fraction of a second had passed before a familiar building came into view; an old, worn, school building. A distinct red blotch caught Chloe’s eye, but before she could react her arms, which had been covering her head as she plummeted from the skies, contacted the cold concrete below.
A sickening crunch erupted from the surrounding as crimson splattered onto the concrete and windows nearby.
“Eurg.. euuh.... ” Her attempt at screeching out for help was left unfounded, only agonising screeches left her oesophagus.
‘Why am I still alive?’ she wept, her whole body disfigured, bones shattered, her body an unrecognisable pile of bones and flesh.
Then the pain was gone. In fact, the sensation of her limbs and senses had returned, her left eye’s vision bestowed back upon the orange haired girl. Soon a long lost voice entered her eardrums, a golden silky voice that she had yearned to hear oh-so much.
“You did a great job today, Chlo! I was going to get you some ice cream, but I think it’s going to rain soon so we should get back extra early just in case!” Mikhail cheerfully sang, turning towards his adorable, tiny, daughter who reciprocated the action.
‘Why can’t I move?’ Chloe furiously questioned. Her father that she hadn’t seen in more than a decade had finally appeared in front of her, and she couldn’t move a muscle. It was as if she was locked inside of a small child’s body, unable affect the current moment.
The duo slowly walked towards their abode, where Chloe’s loving mother was waiting the pair whilst in a light slumber. Approaching an eerily familiar crossing, ‘Chloe’ started to frantically panic.
‘No...No, No, No, NO! Dad? DAD? PLEASE... PLEase... not again... please not again..’ the battle scarred teen screamed, but no tears came out of the child’s eyes, only a hollow smile which looked onwards, towards her endless future with her loving family.
A small series of sounds erupted from the now green pedestrian light which flickered, beckoning them to cross with haste. Yet the two did not rush, leisurely walking towards the other side of the road as the trapped person inside the child shrieked hysterically, increasing in volume when a car entering their peripheral vision, barrelling towards the two.
Mikhail caught sight of the vehicle not long after Chloe did, a grimace splayed across his countenance once he realised the severity of what was to come. Biting his lip, forcing himself to make a quick decision, he gripped his daughter’s shoulders, Chloe looking at his sickly pale expression.
Feeling the force on her back, the small girl turned her head to see her father, hands thrusted outwards, still in contact with the girl, in an attempt to save Chloe from the ensuing onslaught. Peering into Mikhael’s orbs, Chloe saw herself in the reflection, tears seeping from his eyes as a bright smile appeared upon his face.
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The screaming teen came to a stand still as she quietly stared at her father, who’s lips seemed to mouth out something. But before she could decipher the words, the dreaded vehicle hit his body, the force also affecting Chloe, who was still in contact with her father.
Time resumed from it’s seemingly slowed down state as Mikhail’s body was flung across the street, digging into the ground, blood bursting in every which way, the corpse bouncing a few times before resting motionless a few metres away from the girl, who had also been flung a metre or so from her original location, landing headfirst onto the cold concrete.
Chloe’s vision went blank for a minute or two. Then, a few pitter patters of rain could be felt, slowly mounting, transforming into a furious storm of rain that pelted into her body, awakening her from unconsciousness.
Although she could feel the rain, no sound could be heard, her eyes slowly opened to reveal a scene stained with red blots of blood. Immediately the girl attempted to shut her eyes, but they would not close.
"No! I don’t want to look! Don’t make me! Please!” she begged, tears melding with the rain and crimson blood that streamed down her face.
Three people stood in front of the girl who laid on the floor, immobilised. Mikhail was slumped over, his chest shattered, bones poking out in odd places, face disfigured. Her mother had the least injuries out of all of them, suffering only a few bullet wounds to her body resulting in a quick demise, unbefitting of her sins.
Y/n, burned and slashed, glared at the small girl in front of him, small grunts and groans erupting from his mouth as he slowly stumbled over to her.
“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” the small girl repeated over and over as tried to close her eyes, hide away from reality, shrivel up and disappear.
“Murderer. You’ve killed us all. If only you hadn’t been born! Murderer!” a shrill voice erupted from the three corpses’ mouths.
Then they were gone. Once again Chloe was welcomed into the dark, curling into a ball whilst shedding tears, nails digging into her leg drawing blood. The girl seemed to exist in this void for what seemed to be a period longer than that of what she’d lived, scrawled up, bawling all alone.
She had nothing. No one. No friends, family, no one she could rely on, spend time with, live with. Live for. It was her fault that she found herself in such a situation, no?
So, if she had no one to live with nor for, what was the point in living? To continue to be used as a pawn, to continue to suffer for other’s selfish gain? Who could choose to go on?
“Excuse me. Mrs Barker?” the man sitting opposite her paused, strumming his fingers against his desk, continuing once he saw the girl tilt her head upwards in response to his request.
“I’d appreciate it greatly if you’d pay attention to my words.” he demanded, his stern tone displaying a shortening temper. He certainly was not accustomed to being ignored by someone of this girl’s status, the feeling leaving him more angered by the moment.
Orange hair cascaded around the girl’s vision as she slowly nodded, an action seemingly devoid of any energy behind it. A dull orb replaced it’s usual stern counterpart; the teen wasn’t present anymore, as if a doll had replaced, nodding along to the intimidating man’s speech.
The meeting seemed to pass in a blur as Chloe stared at the red carpet below her feet. Apparently, they had found Epsilon’s main base of operations and were going to execute a large-scale operation to attempt to vanquish him tomorrow, not that it mattered to the small teen.
After being dismissed by the gangster, Chloe turned around and then exited the room. Hearing the thick doors slam shut behind her, she walked over to bulldog, ignoring the two bodyguards attempting to give the gun they’d confiscated back to it’s rightful owner.
“Where’s the restroom?” she queried, looking towards the floor, her bright orange hair disabling the taller of the two from peering at her expression.
“Not too far from here, down the corridor and to the left. I’ll guide you there, since you’d probably get lost like the idiot you are.” He scoffed, beginning to execute his instructions, walking down the corridor.
“No, I don’t need your help.” She quietly replied, slowly trotting over to the restroom, bulldog not too far behind, ensuring she wasn’t going to cause any trouble. After all, it’d go on his neck If she messed things up.
Arriving in front of a door, she walked inside and locked it, turning around to reveal a spacious dark themed bathroom, a well-looked after mirror hanging in front of a black sink.
Stumbling over to the mirror, Chloe looked at her reflection, a worn grey eyepatch covering her forfeited left eye, several deep scars prevalent upon her cheeks. Chloe hadn’t ever really thought about her appearance that much, a lonely hollow orb stared back into it’s own reflection.
A singular tear slipped out of her eyelid, followed by several others resulting in Chloe bursting into tears whilst glaring at herself in the mirror.
“If only I had died!” she whispered, reaching towards her left leg, only to find that the object she was looking for was gone, biting her bottom lip in frustration.
Balling her right hand into a fist, she raised it up and smashed it against the mirror, her voice breaking as she let out a shrill shriek.
“I shouldn’t have been the one to survive.” Chloe screamed, raising her left hand and repeating the action of her right counterpart, causing several shattered webs of glass to appear.
Blood broke out from her firsts as she continuously punched the mirror, injecting crimson liquid into the webbed mirror, slowly seeping into the recently made cracks.
“Oy! What’cha doing in there? You better not be breaking anything, you tiny brat!” Bulldog shouted at the door as he rattled the doorknob, quickly realising that it was locked. His plan to ensure that Chloe wouldn’t make a mess of things by following her had gone awry, his foot impatiently tapped repeatedly on the floor.
Hearing Chloe’s screams from behind the door, Bulldog’s eyes shrunk, his lips forming a tight line.
‘Seems like this door is gonna have to get replaced!’ Bulldog concluded, a crude smile erupting onto his face. He was only going to enjoy this a little bit. Only a little bit.
Backing up a metre or two, he ran forward and kicked the door, resulting in a anguished wail erupting from it as it flung open. The first thing that caught his attention as he entered the room was the bloody glass shard within Chloe’s right hand, that was placed in front of her throat, presumably about to be put to use.
The small orange haired girl was kneeling on the floor, her hands torn, small glass shards embedded within them. Her hair acted as veil, shielding her expression from the intruder that had impeded in her final act of desperation.
Bulldog burst into action, leaping over to the girl and tackling her to the floor, eyes filled with bewilderment, disarming Chloe in turn by snatching the glass shard out of her hand.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Bulldog shouted at the teen, his eyebrows furrowed, blood seeping from his hand as he unconsciously gripped the weapon with fury.
He peered into Chloe’s countenance, finding tears running down her cheek, her eyes fixated on the glass shard within the male’s hand.
“Give that back!” she shot back, kneeing him in the stomach, causing his grip on the weapon to dissipate, the shard falling to the floor as bulldog clutched his stomach.
‘Fuck that hurt way more than I thought it would.’ He cursed, looking over to the girl who had once again clutched the glass shard.
‘You’re in for a world of hurt. Serves ya right bitch!’ Bulldog grinned, now behind the girl, winding his arm back hitting Chloe in the back of the head, launching her forward as she slumped over onto the bathroom floor.
The bodyguard then moved closer to the girl, peering at the girl’s hand that had yet to let go of the shard before flipping her over and continuously punching her in the face.
‘Fuck... I’m gonna black out...’Chloe thought as pain radiated through her face, the glass shard falling from her grasp as she became unresponsive.