The Forgers are already known not to be normal, with each of its members having their own little secret. But what of you, Y/N? What secret do you posses and use?
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You fall to your knees helplessly, your entire body trembling and your eyes wide.
Destruction lay in front of you.
Caused by the person you once held a close friendship to.
Too shocked and horrified by the scene in front of you, by what happened, you could do nothing but stare as tears stream out of your eyes.
When it becomes too much for you to watch, you cover your wet eyes with both your hands, feeling a mixture of emotions.
He stands beside you, staring at the scene as if nothing was wrong. As if he hadn't just taken everything and everyone away from you. As if he hadn't just betrayed you.
He stood unflinching and expressionless.
You, however, didn't know how to deal with all this. Didn't know how to deal with the glimpse of bodies in front of you. Bodies of your dear family burned to ashes with only a smidgen of bones left.
And it was all done by 'him'. He who you thought cared for you. Who you treated like your own family member, whom you trusted.
Alas, it was nothing but fake. Everything was fake, from the beginning. Your family and your dear friend.
"You deceived me...", you say, eyes now on him, your tearstained face tilted up from where you sit. It has not come yet, the anger, but you knew it will soon. And when it does, you don't know what kind of things you were capable of doing.
Demetrius Desmond sighed, a quiet sound, almost like the breeze, but you were too broken to care. Too heartbroken by everything that has happened today.
"You were meant to deceive me too, you know.", he says, face frowning. You couldn't read his expression, but you did notice his hands, which were shaking much like how you were earlier. 'So he realizes... I won't let him get away with this.'
"But I didn't", you say, turning away from him.
Your eyes searched for weapons, knives, rocks. Just anything sharp. Something that will permit his demise.
You needed to find something quick and attack in a way he doesn't expect. You weren't an expert at knives or guns. In fact, you have never even touched a gun before, let alone the sharp knife things Yor uses.
But just a few hours ago, when everything was chaos, when they were all still alive, you had watched in astonishment as both Yor and Loid fought off the hundreds of armies unleashed upon Ostania. No one knew where the armies were from, but most suspected it's Westalis declaring war on Ostania.
You don't believe it.
It didn't matter though. Not anymore.
Now, Loid and Yor and Anya are gone, along with Bond. Anya and Bond, who were so brave and worried that they headed straight into battle with Yor and Loid. Anya, who looked at you with eyes brimming with bravery, and told you in a comforting manner to stay behind, that everything is going to be okay.
