running out pt 2
muse: Na Yeon
timeline: early September
mentions: Changsun, Chen, Minjoon.
Remember my sister?
When I came back to this world, all I remembered was Wrath. All I remembered was Wrath's face when she stabbed me in the back and I do not mean that in a figurative sense. Wrath, my dearest sister, stabbed me in the back with that dagger and then twisted it clockwise just for good luck. I do not remember the pain that must have followed, nor being sent to the higher planes where I dwelt– in anguish – for centuries before I was prepared for my rebirth. For my return.
But, I remember Wrath's face as clearly as a bright day. I remember every inch of her skin. The muscles twitching her mouth into a smile wherever she was amused, the light that lit up in her eyes with an inconceivable darkness when someone angered her. The way her jaw gritted and her teeth ground when she was that close to incinerating the place down over the pettiest of things. I remembered the way her long, white hair danced in the fiery winds of our Home. I remember the laughter that echoed through the hallways of her court, the cacophony that filled our ears with dread and admiration.
Wrath was none of that now.
The Wrath I knew, and even respected somewhere deep down my being, was gone.
I do not know what I was looking at as I cut over their skin with the knife dipped in our three greatest weaknesses. The iron, the holy water and the salt.
I do not know who this person was. Who this demon was. Defiance was still in their eyes but not as flaming as before. Not as strong as all those centuries ago. A deeper, more significant change had taken place in Wrath and confused me unbelievably much.
As I grazed and cut over the skin, as the skin simmered and their fists squeezed in pain, Wrath released no screams. Not a single sound came out of the mouth thinned into a line to prevent anything from coming out. Wrath breathed heavily but refused to do anything else.
For a moment, I thought I had won before I even started.
''What are you doing?“ I heard myself say, digging the knife deeper into my sister's stomach, twisting it twice. ''What are you doing, Vonph? Are you trying to be a martyr? That is disgustingly unbecoming of you but I am' twist. ''amused.'' Twist. I pulled the dagger out. Blood oozed out of the gaping wound.
There was no response. None at all. Wrath rose their head up and gave me a deep, long look. Their face did not change. It gave me absolutely no understanding of what was in Wrath's head and it vexed me. The person I once knew like the back of my hand was now an absolute riddle to me. One that I was seemingly not bound to solve.
''You think you hid that cat from me?'' I tried. ''I'll get to him. After I send you off, my little sister, I will find him too.''
And there it was. Once I mentioned this strange feline demon, I thought Wrath's eyes lit up with something. Was it anger I found? Was it terror? Or was it a combination of both?
I turned around, already tiring from this charade. I wanted them dead. Tortured – he already was. And I was going to send him off with the same thought in his mind. That I was going to find that cat as well. Though I still had no idea where Wrath had hid him.
''You thought you'd find this dagger before I did?'' I presented Wrath with the same dagger he'd used to kill me hundreds of years ago. ''But, Minjoon was smarter than both of us. He found it before either of us but guess who it came to? Me. I bet he's enjoying this too.''
Another strange look in my sister's eyes. This time...it was surprise. Wrath swallowed a lump, eyes never leaving the blade of the dagger.
I must have grinned as I pressed the blade against his chest.
''Goodbye, Vonph.''