Judged
She’d inwardly take a step towards the sunstone statue of Kuro. Looking up at him, her fist clenched harshly until it drew a tinge of crimson nail polish. “You’ll never change.” She’d direct before priming her fist to punch right before reaching Captain’s visage, she’d reverse and take all that sworn and built up aggression, momentum, and drive into the face of her attempted handler who tried to bargain. His face felt the raw breakage of the other’s nose and teeth fling out and send him off balance cracking that mask within flesh. In disbelief, he’d scoot on his bottom backward to his desk and kneel pleading. She’d collect her pistol from the flooring and began pursuing. “Noo! Wh-y! Urghh!” Hissing and stammering between broken teeth and crumpled face swelling up. <She wouldn’t kill me> Soon as he thought that she’d kick him in the gut sharply then shouted. “How many!? ...How many have you enslaved! How many time’s have you gotten away....” She’d be fuming. He wouldn’t know to answer from being thrashed so brashly. Mercilessly kneeing and mixing punches as he tried weakling to shelter himself but now was paying for all those times he did the same to those who were in this same position with no chance! “Stop! Sto-p! STOP! Twe--- Twe...lve!” That only made her growl more than many times caught and allowed to waltz free by corruption and pollution. “You’ll never change!” She’d rage with scorn, “...Tha-t’s not true, I can, I swear!” He’d begin pathetically crying and pleading to understand very much the severity and realness of this… However even then. He was lying, trying to draw enough aether to turn her into stone and once again get scot-free becoming undisputed.
But... The fact was... she couldn't ever be deceived. Her earrings hummed dazzling, releasing the fated ‘om’, which allowed her to know his exact intentions. Backing up from his grasp and aiming her revolver. She turned herself stone and chose for herself. Regardless of the ramification that it may have or hold. He looked up and widened with those insulting tears not knowing his failed folly. Finger dancing on the trigger before pressurizing in. The bang broke throughout the Vessel. Pirates were determine in accolades by the noises they caused throughout the seas. All lives no matter what or how small, held ripples of consequences. She knew this was the only way. Otherwise, her Father and all those others who were transformed into Petrificated Statues would be forever held ransom and used as chips. Minds would be controlled and warped. Innocent’s would lose their chance to be carefree. This was her first time having to kill someone outright. Finally understanding her Father somewhat through this event. Why he hid and played a ghost, the seas that were rumored unforgiving weren’t wrong… real monsters were infested on them. (Previous) — / References / — ♫ ‘Stay’ — (Next Page)
