Unbreakable (Killer X OC)

⚠️Chapter 21 Rotten⚠️

**Chapter 21: Rotten**

*Author's note:*
Hey everyone, I just wanted to give a trigger warning for sexual assault. Sorry, Cytherea is going to have a bit of emotional damage for a while.

Without warning, Cytherea jumps down from the main mast, using her moonwalk to make it safely to the deck. She lands next to their captain on the upper deck of the ship and says in a low, suspenseful voice, still staring at the enemy ship, “They are steering towards us and speeding up; I think it's safe to say they are onto us and are preparing for an all-out battle now, not a sneak attack. Neither one of us has a surprise advantage now. They should be within firing range in five minutes if they keep up this speed.”

Eustass grins excitedly, and she also adds, “Now that they are a lot closer, I can tell you the strongest one is aiming for you too. There is deadly and vengeful intent aimed at you, Cap. Whatever the reason, they know who we are, and they want us to bleed. All I can tell you is that it's personal to them.” The captain laughs, and it gets louder as he turns to the men, calling out, “MEN, GET READY TO KICK SOME ASS!” The men on the lower deck cheer and raise their weapons; everyone is eager for battle. The captain turns towards the cannons, shouting, “GIG, ARE THE CANNONS READY?” Gig and the other dozen gunners stand up tall, throwing their fists in reply in unison, “SIR, YES, SIR!”

As the enemy ship approaches, Cytherea is about to return to the mast but stops, turns back, and places her hand on Eustass's forearm. She silently gestures for him to lean closer. In a soft, heartfelt whisper, she tells him, “A ship in a harbor is safe.” Eustass quickly leans back, his eyebrows raised and eyes wide. After a moment, he playfully runs his hand through Cytherea's cold, damp hair. With a smirk, he leans in closer and replies softly, “But that’s not what ships are built for.” He gives her a light push on the head and excitedly exclaims, “Now get your ass back up and keep fucking up their plans!” Cytherea beams with a smile, salutes quickly, and then turns to head towards the mast on the lower deck.
She notices Killer standing close by, ensuring that the other men are prepared for battle. His back is turned to her as she moves toward the mast. His voice is low and commanding as he issues orders to their crew. He is wearing his handguards, and she can see the scythes still secured to his hip, poised for action. He stands confidently in the cold rain, displaying no doubt about the fight ahead. For a brief moment, she is taken aback by a side of him she has never witnessed before, radiating a fierce and dangerous energy.

He appears oblivious to her presence behind him, completely focused on the impending battle. A memory flashes in her mind of the last fight she had with her family, a stark reminder of how quickly things can change in combat. Cytherea resolves to change her path and approach him, determined not to let his intimidating demeanor affect her, a fact that the entire crew will witness. She steps in front of him just as he is about to give an order to the crew. Cytherea reaches behind his neck and pulls it down toward her, causing Killer to gasp slightly as his helmet gently presses against her forehead. She fixes her gaze ahead, meeting his eyes.

The entire crew seems to freeze for a moment as she cuts in on the second-in-command. Taking a deep breath, she earnestly tells Killer, “Promise me you'll come back to me.” Killer quickly regains his composure from her unexpected gesture and tenderly cradles the back of her head. His other hand rests on her waist, drawing her closer to him. He gazes at her for a moment before playfully replying, “I wouldn’t go anywhere without you by my side.” She smiles softly at him as she pulls away, their hands lingering for a moment before she heads towards the mast. She swiftly releases the spikes in her boots and begins to climb back up to her post.

As she walks away, she hears Pomp exclaim in a high-pitched voice, “DARLING, COME BACK TO ME!” This makes her stop and smile slightly. She notices Gig holding Pomp just like she and Killer had been. Gig has a mischievous grin as he mocks Killer, saying, “THERE'S NO PLACE YOU CAN HIDE THAT MY COCK CAN'T FIND YOU!” The crew bursts into laughter for a moment until Killer's stern voice cuts through, “GIG, POMP, YOU TWO ARE ON LATRINES FOR A WEEK!” The two men quickly release each other and groan in exaggerated disappointment. Cytherea chuckles to herself as she continues on her way to Wire.