> Innocence AU (WIP) | “Total Victory?”
(The following is just an excerpt from what I’ve written so far. Please note I’m not the fastest writer in the world and school is my priority. Thanks!)
A foot lands on top of her, with a dull glare radiating off from Mu. Her own thoughts sour upon looking at the blonde, coughing out more sweat and tears. Her amber eyes bleed out judgment upon her, a small sigh escaping from her lips. Judgment on the actions of that hatted girl, judgment on the wounds imprinted onto her, judgment on those dying turquoise eyes. “So you’ve lost. I expected more of you, you know? We are rivals, after all. Aren’t rivals supposed to be equal?”
“Stop it,” she tears out. “You’re not you. The timepieces are corrupting you.”
Mu only smiles. She frowns.
“Haven’t I won fair and square though? I only just used what I had at my disposal!”
“No! You haven’t. You cheated. You teleported before I can beat you. And you knew I would’ve won—“ she screams out, lost in the moment. She is trying so hard, trying to tear that foot off her foot and finishing what she started: either by beating her or dying to her. She was so, so close to winning too.
But Mu’s face sours in response, her eyes widening in offense. “Then I’ll show you that I have total victory over you!” She yells in anguish, her palms flaring up in a golden fire, burning.
“What—“ Her own eyes widened at the golden hue of power. “What does that even mean— What do you think you’re doing—“
Because nothing happens for a second. That second, in which its so small, like an atom, and then everything happens. Everything, that fickle thing that happens for an eternity, which flies around the two of them in a whirlwind of golden shimmer. That eternity, stretching beyond the confines of time as the wind picks up, the yells from outside the arena dying out from her ears. Everything is blurry, but the only constant is that girl in front of her. That girl, in which power is like lava turned into lightning that flies from her palm, zipping as amber eyes laid upon her. She has no idea what was happening, the only real sensation she felt was that cold, floor of power that is her only support throughout everything. She finds herself begging, begging to do something, do anything, to move, to stop her in desperation.