The Serpent's Chronicles - Cataclysm

The x Fall

The only thing Medea could hear was her own heartbeat.

Loud.

Frantic.

The wind blew in her hair, all around her face, and cars honked at her as she diverted from them on the harbor's narrow and perpetually busy streets. A part of her wanted to shout at them, but she knew it would be of no use. It was not like they were disrupting her anyway.

Her mind was too focused to be easily swayed.

As her legs guided to the path she had made just a few hours ago, Medea could barely breathe. She had no control over her body or her actions, although she was aware of them all. Walking. She was walking.

No. She was racing.

Running.

Sprinting.

There were no physical limitations for her at that moment. Her body would be so sore afterward, but she did not care, not in the slightest. Stamina was not an issue. Endurance was not, either. Much less adrenaline.

Her problem had a name she was acquainted with.

When she reached the top of the hill, Medea bent her body forward, hands on her knees as she tried to regain her breath and control the overwhelming spasms all over her thighs. Sweat dripped down her neck and forehead, and her cheeks were flushed, both from exertion and rage. Her eyes focused on the white and yellow envelopes.

Medea saw red.

How could she not have suspected it?

But she had. Something inside her had given her hints that something was not right, and yet she had brushed it off as another weird thought of her paranoiac mind because she was stupid. Idiot. Nothing more than a dumb bitch. That was what she was.

A silly little girl with silly little goals.

Her legs were shaky as she made her way to Gon's house.

The wooden door opened with a bang and Medea walked in with nimble, heavy steps after it bumped into the beige wall, but she did not care about closing it again. Instead, she sat in one of the armchairs, comfortably staring at the window.

Calm. Remain calm. Don't lose control, she told herself, although every inch of her being was aching to scream and shout and punch something. Someone.

It did not take long for a slender figure to appear, hurriedly descending the stairs and looking around the living room to find out the source of the noise.

Medea cracked her knuckles, still staring at the grayish-blue sky on the outside.

He sighed and approached her. "Dhea? Are you okay?"

"I am." She whispered, but, inwardly, she was seething.

"Why are you sweaty and flushed?" His fingers reached for the locks of hair that fell from her ponytail onto her face, putting them behind her ear caringly.

She took a deep breath, finally locking eyes with him. "Where is everyone else?"

"Uh, well, Mito, Alluka, Gon, and Killua are still shopping," Kurapika told her, "Leorio is watching a new soap opera, and Kite is taking a nap." He stared at her and arched an eyebrow. "Whose coat is that?"

"Mine."

"No, it isn't." He frowned. "It's too big to be yours and you weren't wearing it when you left... Did something happen while you were in the city?"

Medea gave him a dry chuckle. "You're right. This coat doesn't actually belong to me."

"Ah, I see. Is it a gift to someone?" He asked, eyeing the fabric quickly. "Because I don't think you should be wearing it, the person might not like to have your perfume in their clothes."