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ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ, ɪ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴏʀ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀsᴛ, ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴏʀ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ, ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ, sᴛᴇᴘ ᴏɴ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ, ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʟɪғᴇ.
𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖎𝖓𝖋𝖆𝖒𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖑𝖘 𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖈𝖍𝖜𝖎𝖈𝖐 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖓𝖊𝖔𝖕𝖔𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖆𝖓 𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖆𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖆𝖓 𝖊𝖝𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖈𝖍𝖓𝖊𝖊 𝖉𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖆𝖓𝖞 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖙
The news spreads like WILDFIRE through the Kingdom of Vale. Ember Torchwick, daughter of the most NOTORIOUS criminal duo in the country, is now without a place to go. The word ᴏ-ʀ-ᴘ-ʜ-ᴀ-ɴ passes through the lips of anyone who dares speak her fallen protector’s names, but she pays them no heed. How could this have happened, two people as FEARSOME and cautious as they were, yet it would seem KARMA catches up to everyone eventually. -The bill always comes due. And Death does not like to be cheated.-
Only when she’s finally alone and CERTAIN of it does the young Torchwick allow herself to break down entirely. She doesn’t cry, emotion is a WEAKNESS of which she’s been guilty far more times than one cares to admit, and yet here she is, the 𝓭𝒆𝓿𝓲𝓵'𝓼 𝓭𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽𝒆𝓻, on her knees in a pool of SICKENINGLY salty tears. Curses fly from the teenager’s mouth, barely managing to PERMEATE the air before an ALARMING growl fills the distraught Torch’s ears. Shit. Creatures of darkness that feed off of emotion, particularly the negative and gloomy feelings, 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐌.
~ sᴋɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ғᴏʀᴡᴀʀᴅ ~
“ Hah, hah, hah...”
PANTING breaths surround the small space between Ember and her hiding place of sorts. The horrid creatures have finally been outrun, but probably still LURKING in the shadows somewhere. She’ll need to be careful from this point forward. Duo chroma slowly shift from left to right, lids blinking to rid herself of the PAINFUL beads of sweat lodged in the eye rather well. She’s outside of the Kingdom, that’s all the ex-thief knows for sure. It won’t hurt to find her MISSING in action. Perhaps most folks will just assume that she PERISHED along with her parents. The Torchwick lineage will die off and Vale will once again be considered safer streets to walk.
Another pain makes itself known, SHARPER, more throbbing than sweat in the eyes. Upon further inspection, there’s a large WOUND on the Torch’s side. Claw marks, pretty deep, but not enough to be fatal, long as she gets help sometime soon.
“They’re gone. Everything is GONE. Even my weapon is missing.”
It isn’t but a few minutes later that the last living Torchwick COLLAPSES completely, too in pain to move, too STRESSED and FATIGUED to keep going. This is it, she’s going to die like a wounded bird, curled up in a stream of TEARS and FRUSTRATION. -I’ll be seeing them soon. At least we weren’t apart long..-
Both eyes close, breathing slowing to a DULL rasp.
“It’s too bad, I thought maybe this could be my 𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽“
