Painted Reality | Xaden Riorson x FEM!OC

If Looks Could Kill

Xaden Motherfucking Riorson. Why on all the God's names does the one man I am not allowed to talk to the hottest fucking man alive

"Your father killed my brother" Jesus Violet, I mentally reprimand

"Your mother oversaw my father's execution" He bites back crossing his arms, I come to stand just in front of my sister "Ah if that's the middle child-" he points to Vi "You must be the youngest" He points his chin to me as Vi is called up to parapet

I turn to my sister "I'll see you on the other side," I pat her shoulder "Do not look down, if your pack falls, let it"

she nods and gives me a nervous smile. Once she is out I turn back to Xaden - if she falls I won't be able to watch. "keep my sister out of it"

"Out of what vēdros" What fucking language is that 

"Whatever vendetta you have against my mother," I point in the general direction of the parapet "Keep her and preferably me out of it" He just tilts his head at me and I feel a burning sensation in my head. A really bad fucking headache. I school my features into a bored expression "And can we chill with the headaches-" It stops "Thank you"

He looks shocked at what? I thanked him. I roll my eyes and step up to the parapet when my name is called "Good luck vēdros"

"I don't need it but thanks I'll take it all the same" I can almost hear the smirk radiating off him.

~<*>~

The Parapet. A 60m long bridge that is only about 30cm wide. Standing alone above a 3000m drop would make anyone's skin crawl. As I stand before the single gessabrick-wide bridge that could lead to my immediate death.

I was assessing my situation when a haired blue eyed boy came up behind me "It will be my pleasure to kill you Sorrengail" he says

I raise an eyebrow and spin to face him "and who asked for your opinion dick head"

"My name Jack Barlowe and you'll never make it in there" he points toward the college

I turn back forward and start walking holding onto the sides of the turret for as long as possible. I can see Rhi about halfway but no Vi. She is on the otherside, and if she's not I will resurect her and kill her myself.

~<*>~

Don't look down I think to myself. I know I don't stand a chance if I do. The rain and wind pick up as I look across the bridge. I look across the bridge and I know it's going to be gruelling. I drop my pack to the ground and pull out my gloves. I know it's not going to do much but hopefully it keeps my fingers from falling off.

As I zip my pack up all the chatter around me goes silent as I concentrate on the toothpick bridge ahead of me. I take a deep breath and recite one foot in front of the other. I feel eyes burning through the back of my skull

"If I catch you bitch, you die" Jack the one and only mother fucking Barlowe bellows over the wind and rain. I don't really feel like dying today so I make my strides longer. I can hear my heartbeat in my head. What is the one thing that can calm me down, that is always reliable. Sketching.

I look forward and see Rhi jump off and hug Vi in the turrett door. One foot in front of the other. I do a mental sketch of the moment. As I hum along to the music in my head I pass the quarter line. Only a quarter. Fuck. I can almost feel Jack behind me. I have to keep going.

Their faces are happy but as they watch me are also worried. Keep a steady pace Grace. The stark white of Vi's hair is an equalizer to the midgnight black of Rhi's

I hear jack shout something. I make the mistake of looking back to see him throwing a chick off the death bridge. As I do I lose my balance. Shit. Concentrate. The pale blue of Vi's eyes and the dark brown of Rhi's.

They are a perfect contrast to one another, ying and yang. One foot in front of the other Grace. The semi dark background looking grey with the amount of bodies swarming behind them.

I reach halfway mark edged onto the stone. The dark colours of their clothes outlined by the silver stitching. I've got this. I have the urge to look back again but I don't and push forward. Their faces contort into relief as I get closer.

I can do this. The sparkle of magelights above their heads. Three quarters there. The buzz of people creating a flash or two in the grey background. I slip once  while I finish the sketch in my head. I make it to the end and turn to see Jack right behind me. When I jump to the solid floor he is right behind me dagger already in his hand.