For centuries, there has been an ongoing war between the humans and what they can’t understand. Whatever it is that escalated it; jealousy, cowardice, or just sheer alarming fear - the Amet species has always been one step ahead due to their immortality and supernatural powers.
Their one weakness: their partners, the one key to truly kill an Amet, has been a mostly hidden fact from the hunters.
Until now.
Let the cold truth be known; the Amet kingdom has begun to crumble.
Aria slowly turned her head. Slumped over against a wall, she spit out the blood that was beginning to pool in her mouth. Her vision was still slightly blurred, but she was grateful to be regaining consciousness so fast.
Her tongue ran across her bottom lip to feel a split, an injury that must have taken place after she blacked out. A slight growl came from the brunette, while injured, too headstrong to give up.
“Give it up, Aria. Tell us where the girl is and we’ll give you a get out of jail free card, alright?” The man’s voice echoed through the empty shipyard, but Aria still couldn’t find the energy to actually raise her head up to look at him.
Katima was five days old when they first came looking for her. Aria didn’t know how they found her, didn’t know why they’d want a damn defenseless infant, but none of it mattered.
All she knew was she had to get away.
They were prepared to burn down the whole town to find the baby, their baby.
“Why the fuck are you being so stubborn about this? You left the kid alone her whole life, you try’na get mother of the year award, now?”
Her left eye began to sting, no doubt from the head injury she suffered. The cool drops of blood gradually ran to her eye and down her cheek, dripping onto her shirt. Her hands still tied tightly behind her back itched to be free, to wipe the fucking blood away. They had tested the chemical the rope had been soaked in on her before. It put a halt on their powers immediately. Becoming further annoyed, Aria finally lifted her head, but still couldn’t make out her captor’s face in the dark. Several more shadows lingered in the distance, hidden, scared.
Calmly, she stared at the man’s outline, trying to avoid any attention to the hands behind her back. The pale skin of his arms shone brightly in the moonlight and Aria quickly recognized the symbol burned into his arm. The scar looked very faded, but the skin still stood out. “What kind of parent brands their child and throws them into the lion’s den?”
Stepping closer to her, the stranger knelt down to her level and Aria took advantage of his movement - breaking several more bones in her hand as she pulled further through the tight rope.
Meeting his eyes, she almost recognized him. His green eyes caused her to smile, tilting her head to the side despite the pain and blood. “Oh, you’re a Butler alright. You have your daddy’s pretty little eyes. It’s been twenty years, but I remember.” Leaning forward, she felt her thumb bend so completely unnaturally, she knew it broke in several places. Not flinching, Aria smirked. “I remember when I drowned him in a pool of his own blood-”
The sound of snapping erupted through the silent air, followed by a slight whine from Aria despite how hard she tried to keep it down. Her attacker shoved a piece of discarded wood into her rib cage. Oh yeah, he was definitely his father’s son.
Aria kept her head down, using the new injury as an excuse when she winced hard as her hand finally freed from it’s hold.
“We’re firm believers in an eye for an eye, guess I’ll get a good look at your daughter’s eyes right before we watch her choke on her blood. I’m curious, do you two have the same eyes?”
“Va au diable.”
“What the fuck did she just say?” A voice from the back rang out.
It took ten seconds for every person in the shadows to raise into the air, leaving Aria and the young Butler man a view of them all suffocating midair.
“I said go to hell.”
Rising from her spot, she kicked the man in the face, watching him fall with a satisfactory thump. Blood began to pour from his face, but it wasn’t enough.
Pulling the piece of broken ship deck from her rib cage, she shoved it into his arm, pinning him to the floor. Another kick to the ribs. Crunch.
“What do you want with my daughter?”
A punch to the face.
Silence was her answer, so she punched him again.
And again.
And again.
Frustrated and angry tears were pooling in her eyes, but she ignored it.
A bloody and swollen face stared at her and Aria dropped to one knee, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt.
“What the fuck do you want with my daughter?!”
He somehow managed a smile and that was all it took for her to tightly wrap her hands around his throat and squeeze. Watching every ounce of life drain from him, watching him choke on his blood.
Letting the people in the air fall, only one was groaning. Trying to stand up.
Marching to the discarded woman fighting to breathe, Aria grabbed her by her throat, hoisting her to her feet with the help of her power.
“You go back to your people. You tell them what happened here. You tell them if they come for my daughter again, they can expect worse, do you fucking understand me?”
The woman whimpered and nodded, it was enough for Aria to believe her. Dropping her and watching her slump to the ground sobbing, Aria slowly began forcing the bones of her hand back in place as she rancorously stumbled back to her car.
The reveal of the information was to hopefully save the remaining species lives and warned them to take cover in one of the few safe havens the Amets had left, Harbor Falls; a spec of a town located in Louisiana.
The plan worked. For eight months.
It was a regular, quiet spring day in Harbor Falls when hundreds of hunters ambushed. Aside from the human casualties, a partnership was also taken down and that was all it took to rock the remaining Amet species to their core.
Taking off, they know there’s almost no where left to go. No where left to run, no one left to trust. There’s a rumor, a myth, a legend that’s passed down through the Amets for generations - the ancient Kingdom. It’s there the elder Amets have been rumored to run to for safety. No one, even those thousands of years old, have had the chance to see it with their own eyes. At this point, it’s the only chance they have left.
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