Revival | Ghost x Reader [Discontinued]

Vengeance

Y/n's POV

(...1 hour before)

Word count: 2.5k

The blood-splattered chair once occupied by Makarov only a few second ago was left empty, save for the small digital clock sitting atop the dented seat. Its glowing red numbers casted a faint red hue on each dwindling digit, illuminating the backdrop of the sleek black device. Five minutes. Five minutes until every bastard occupying this building will feel the wrath of my built up fury. 

Five. More. Minutes.

A storm of retribution raged in the very base of my being, with lightening-rodded tendrils striking through my bones, slithering around my muscles, and tightening its electrical grip until I was nothing but an unstoppable force, raging for an outlet. My insides churned and writhed, my fingers twitching as they thrummed against my bare thighs.

Three. More. Minutes.

All of the pain these soldiers had inscribed deep into my flesh became etched into the fabric of my body, fueling the flames of vengeance licking at the deepest depths of my mind. The thirst for bloodshed was becoming insatiable. Every dead body, each splatter of blood across my face, and every pained scream, begging, pleading for me to show mercy would hardly be enough to quench it. 

May God have mercy on their souls because I won't. 

My bloodshot eyes were lit ablaze with an intensity so strong, it bordered complete madness. My narrowed gaze drilled holes into the clock's display, the anger inside of them burning so fiercely I could almost see faint wisps of smoke emanating from the device. Each seething intake of air stoked the molten lava running through my veins, a volcano on the brink of explosion.

One. More. Minute.

A guttural growl rumbled deep from the base of my sore throat as images of the abuse, the torture, the inhumane treatment I had received ran rampant in my brain. Flash photos of ripped-off fingernails, fractured bones, desperate gasps for air, choked back sobs and screams, flicked across my eyes like a fucked up slideshow stuck on a never-ending loop.

Time. So little yet so much left on the clock, simultaneously crawling at a snails pace and hurtling forward at a rapid speed. The ambient sounds of heavy footsteps, screams echoing from nearby hallways, and loud thuds were all muffled by the blood rushing in my ears, by the small tick of each second passing. 

So. Close.

Three...

Two...

One.

Scrambling off the seat, my fingers interlocked around the digital clock before I smashed it into the nearest wall, the glass display shattering upon impact. Tiny crystal pieces and large shards clattered to the dirtied floor around my bare feet. In a quick motion, I collected the sharpest piece of glass, clenching it tightly between my blistered fingers, slicing small cuts into the delicate skin of my palm.

With a grin twisting at my lips, highlighting my long lost sanity, my foot launched into the door, sending it flying off its hinges and surely alerting every soldier in a mile's distance. "ПРИХОДИТЕ И ПРИВЕДИТЕ МЕНЯ, УБЕДНИКИ (COME AND GET ME MOTHERFUCKERS)," I roared loudly, my entire body trembling underneath the sheer force of my anger, my rage. 

I'll show them hell before I send them straight there.

The devil is waiting. 

And her name is Y/n.