on a sarcastic note, the song above reminded me of this chapter lol
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--(Y/N) POV---
Cold, grey stone was the first thing I saw in my far sight. Banners of blurred faces I could faintly trace as my once family barely process through my mind.
"Betrayal, dark, deceiving." A low hum lets out from behind my right ear. My hair gently moves with his inching breaths. He knows how I feel, and I know he craves this gut feeling of disgust.
But I already knew this would happen. Those deep red eyes that haunt my every blink retrace in my mind like red pen on paper. My breaths are controlled, better than my emotions have ever been.
Can't anyone get a day off around here?
"Your breath stinks," I mark at my unwelcome company. "I'm surprised you aren't turning my hair green by just breathing on me."
His low chuckle sends chills through me. Haven't I gotten over my non-existent fear of this man? What's he got on me?
"I'm surprised your lame comebacks haven't gotten you any tomatoes." He grabs my shoulders and shifts my body towards him. "Look, I took you here for more clarity. While I would of loved to hide you away from everything and anything that dares to stomp in your path, I'd rather you trust me. To gain that, I'd like to show you what has become of your home."
"Ah. Because you need me to trust you or I'll do something totally stupid, right? You continue to confuse me, you know?" I mumble, shoving past him while crouching down on the hill top.
One upon a time, months ago a killer, desperate for blood stood in the place of my worn boots. Now, I haven't a clue on what to consider him. A friend with a strong taste for death? Or simply a stranger who sees more of me than anyone ever has.
I look at him for a slight second before turning around to view the sight ahead of me.
Bump, bump!
The mic echoed across the valley.
His curly brunette hair was the first thing my eyes took in. Shivered in a feeling I could never identify, I found myself lost in my darkest thoughts.
Was it guilt, rage, or dread? Was I craving the perplexing feeling of warmth, in which a family can supply in second? But something within me was saying, no, yelling at me. I'd already found that, but it was never in the direction I had desired.
His hand found its way to my waist as he pulled himself to my side.
"A proposal has been requested upon, and taken into action throughout our lands," his voice is calm; too calm, even. "And being the considerable leader I am, my curiosity has sparked on this."
I lean into his touch, awaiting the next words.
"L'Manberg will be running an official election, seeking the preference of the people, rather than claiming to be your leader. By doing this, we will have the separate running parties introduce themselves today."
I'm stuck in my mind chilled and terrified. I already knew this would happen, but how could he be gullible enough to accept?
"You knew?" the voice besides me pulls me out of my frantic thoughts.
I look back at him, my expression wide in fright.
But the mic echos with a spine crawling laughter before I could utter a word.
"My name is Jschlatt and I'll be running for president along with (Y/N)."
What scared me most wasn't the realization of the people, but rather the person right by me.
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Fanfiction"Maybe you're right," I mumble. "But I'm done with your bullshit lies. Show me something real instead of all these plastic promises. Why do you even want me alive?" His grip loosens lightly. "You wouldn't get it." "What haven't I got? I seem to be w...
