She was waiting for her superman, so superman I became

Bellamy · 01-20-2024, 04:55 PM

Away.

There was no sense of self as the creature she had become kept moving. Heavy breathing. Bleeding. She wasn’t focused on the familiar terrain. She was shaking, mind lost within itself. Overwhelmed. Full of hate, pain, despair, and the need to do something. She had failed Gavroche. But she had been there tonight to confront those that crossed into their border under rain and night like cowards… like murderers. How many raids had she gone on under the Kedieo Empire that way? To snuff out the lives of families that resisted? How many wolves had she taken the lives of? Maiming the child had been the tipping point. It wasn’t that Bellamy had slipped. She was still actively slipping, her mind in a spiral that would not be stopped.

She felt his bump. She snarled at him, fangs bared, a feral look within her gaze. Kill or be killed. .”No one will mourn you.” “You’re expendable, pup, never forget that.” Through the mud she kept going, tail lashing, companions left behind. She needed to get away. Keep moving. Silence the thoughts. The mad buzzing that her family would continue to be targeted over and over. She had failed them… but if she gave her life to make sure that they lived another day, was it not worth it? She was a monster. If it took bearing that title to ensure they were safe, she would. She would take her last breath with fangs locked into those who would dare harm them.

Still he came.

Bellamy felt the sense of familiarity, but that was about it. Her mind was everywhere, racing, her vision swimming with anger, with rage as adrenaline pushed her body on. His words were a trigger, and the femme rounded on him with a snarl, tail raised in dominance as her eyes flashed. “Necessary…” Her jaws remained parted, the lightning cracking overhead revealing the woman’s feral state. “We will not be victims…” The light within her eyes danced with her rage, fur along her body raised and soaked. “I’ll do whatever I must!” Spit once more flew from her lips. That swirling look of rage mingling with desperation before they were squeezed closed, a violent shake of her head given.

Dislodge the thoughts.

“Oops… guess your brat sibling should have kept her little mouth shut! I suggest you do the same unless you want to be a bloodstain too!” Fangs bared. “Scourges like you and that winged monstrosity need to be cleansed.” Another snarl. “Both you and Acere are weak. It's a good thing he's dead...and you'll be next someday.” Her eyes snapped open. “I guess Acere made a mistake with you now, didn't he? Winterfell was weak! As was he. He turned away from us. So I took his eye as retribution. They both deserved to fall! Every. Last. Bit of it.” Her eyes narrowed into slits. Everything was coming too fast. Too loud. Her history racing in her mind, memories played on fast forward like some sick movie.

Acere... Gavroche…

“Get. Away. From. Me.” The vision of the man before her danced. Who was it she really saw? Where was she? Did any of that matter now?

"Speech," 'Thought.'

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