@inferveo
She’d fucked up.
Her mission, a total success. Chrollo would be pleased, she was certain of it. He’d asked for something particular of her in confidence, and she was delighted to have found it for him so quickly, considering the circumstances. It would be ready for him by the time he would recover.
However, her personal failure was dripping down her stomach, hot, wet and crimson. Her right arm lay numb at her side, the stark white of her bones poking clean through her skin. She had really done it now.
She counted three breaks, and the hole in her stomach wouldn’t heal without proper attention. If she concentrated, she knew she could pinpoint how much of her liver she’d lost, but it was all she could do for the moment. The ache of her shattered fingers only served to piss her off more. If she hadn’t been so foolish, she could’ve just fixed herself up easily.
What was there to do? She could try setting her arm, but in her state, it was likely to be shitty work, and would need to be re-broken again anyway.
She clenched her jaw, her steps the only sound in the dark street.
There had to be another way. Her blood was soaking her clothes, staining it red. There was someone with a base close by, she knew, but...
“Machi and Pakunoda were injured.” “So?”
She didn’t want to go to him. Their torturer hadn’t spoken a word to her since their altercation, and the air between them was still tense. He’d be more likely to laugh at her condition and slam his door, but what other choice did she have?
With a soft sigh, she headed for Feitan’s home. if he wasn’t there, she’d steal his stuff and fix herself alone.









