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@genka.kills.men

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hate.

this is obsession. )

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“ how… will you sleep at night? “
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this really is familiar.

𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗹𝘂𝗿𝗲.

“how….” she’d choke. not on blood, not on her own viscera… but on tears.

and like that, time would move normally.

her body crashes against the ground, tumbling ‘round and round before colliding with the concrete walls.

she falls, face down on the ground. her body only able to twitch, refusing to move and stand.

“ugh… nghh…”

her vision would fade.

the air.

she’d soar through the sky, her eyes glistening beneath the stars. her lips pulled into the most subtle frown.

this feels familiar.
something that had been stamped onto her time and time again.

failure.

she knows.
she can’t keep going.
it is completely and utterly 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨.

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downfall.

every hit was slow, as if time would slow in such a twisted way to prolong the pain brought by the ultimate hope. the impacts tenfold, the tactician able to feel the pain shooting through every nerve in her body.

her ears would start to ring, and she would suddenly be launched into - -

i do NOT want to be like kohaku.

aims to plunge the hunting knife straight into his abdomen.

no more quips, no more laughs.

𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙖 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙙.

her jaw snaps back into place.

...

she presses off the ground, sprinting as fast as she can. she jumps into the air, the bottom of her boot colliding with his face, then the other- bicycle kicking before flipping away onto her feet.

she rushes him. gripping her knife in both of her hands as - -

arms to shove him off of her.

she hops to her feet, knife falling directly into her hand.

her veins glow a neon green, the serum circulating through her body. even her eyes shine emerald.

she stares to the monster of a man before an unsettling 𝘾𝙍𝙐𝙉𝘾𝙃 echoes across the battlefield. - -