The Serpent's Chronicles - Cataclysm

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Medea did not know where Kaiyou had anchored, but it made no difference to her.

The trip had been fairly long, she had estimated that little more than two days had passed since she left Whale Island — and since she had turned off her phone. During all this time, she tried to ignore the bitter feeling that settled in her heart. Obviously, she had failed. Nothing was able to make her forget Kurapika's betrayal or the comments he had made about the Order, for that matter. In fact, it only made her mood worse.

All she wanted to do now was to find a bar and drown her sorrows in a fruity little drink, maybe something stronger. Throw up. Pick a random attractive guy. Fuck him. She still was not entirely sure of the order she should follow.

What she was sure of, though, was that she wanted to ruin herself. Everyone did it to her anyway, it was only fair she did the same.

The sun had disappeared on the horizon a few hours ago. Darkness was becoming denser and denser in that tumultuous city, making her cling to the bag around her body while passing through an empty street. Perhaps being alone at night in an unknown place was neither safe nor wise. In fact, it was insane. Medea knew she should be looking for an inn, but with the need to get intoxicated growing inside her like never before, the best option was to worry about it later.

Dissociating from herself was more urgent than her physical well-being.

Turning the corner of the block, she sighed in relief when a crowded avenue appeared in front of her. It was the perfect atmosphere to go unnoticed by others and, luckily enough, not be robbed. She could not even begin to imagine how severely injured whoever crossed her path would be if they tried anything funny.

The lights on the stores and billboards were blinding, especially for someone who had not slept in more than a day and had gone through an extremely emotional moment. She was physically and mentally exhausted. Her head ached like hell, but she ignored it. Her eyes burned so she squinted them to lessen the discomfort as she struggled to find a bar among so many fast-food restaurants.

Two blocks later, when she was almost giving up and heading to the nearest market when a small, yellowish sign showed up. A bar. It did not take long for her to hurry to it.

The establishment was poorly lit and stank of urine, sex, and cigarettes, a combination that definitely did not please her stomach. Medea chuckled dryly. It was funny that even if she had barely gotten there, the urge to puke was already strong.

Everything going according to plan.

She sat on a high chair in front of a jukebox and placed the bag on her lap as she tied her hair in a ponytail. Walking for so long had left her body too hot.

The bartender approached and tilted his head in a silent demand, his mouth too busy keeping a toothpick between his teeth.

"Tequila, please." Running her hands over her face, she sighed.

She did not normally drink. Actually, it was something only reserved for parties.

Drinking led to momentary dispersion, which was the same as a lack of emotional self-control — and if there was one thing Medea hated, it was not having control over something, especially herself. It was something only stupid people did. However, in the situation she was in, there was no adjective to describe her other than that.

Trusting a complete stranger was stupid. Letting him become part of her life suddenly was also stupid. But, perhaps, hoping her life would finally be normal was the worst of all. How could she have expected different results? People always used her to fulfill their plans anyway — Araeso, Lasym, Enoull, the list seemed to grow every day.