👁 // Wake my muse up during a nightmare
Burning. Burning. The thick smell of smoke filled the lungs. How did it get this far? Fire filled the street, burning what it attached to. Bodies of fallen heroes scattered. She would remember fitting most off to protect her. Now it would be realized.
India was not with her. Blood would chill to levels of uncomfort, yet before anything could be done an explosion followed. Loud, bricks of rubble scattering. Something would tell you she was there. Following the feeling Jeanne would run.
You promised.You promised her.You promised her you would never leave. You promised her you would never leave so that she could be happy again.
And you would be damned to break your promise to her.
❝ INDIA! ❞ Throwing rubble aside with no care she searched frantically, maddened almost. Fortune would favor the older villain and she would find her sister pinned under a slab of the ceiling floor. Scales would cover arms and all to strength her might and throw aside the slab to check.
She was alive. Just barely if anything. Blood stained her clothing, some bruises and burns scattered over the arms and legs but she was alive. “Over here! We found her!” Eyes would immediately widen, coming to face with a Hero.
Jeanne would curse anything. Luck used up as she. It was as if coming to face with death. There was no chance to escape. They would never let you.
Carefully she lowered the child back onto the floor, a muttered apology.
You could not keep your promise after all. You tried to be better. A second chance.You would see it through that your sister would smile genuinely once again someday.
A chuckle. A villain promising anything of good nature. Such a sweet lie…
They had seen enough. They would take the villain that was you into custody, either breathing or silenced.
❛ Jeanne… ❜ Her voice called out. She was awake? Her tone was despair filled yet hopeful for a good ending.
❛ Jeanne…! ❜ She wished for it to end. For them to be along again,
Eyes opened, body shooting up to gasp at all the oxygen available. Cold sweat dripped from the forehead. Hand clammy and the room felt chilling.
❛ yer all’ight? ❜ You weren’t
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