(Okay, I deleted my app for the chapters so I'm making one out of MY timeline and 🤭🖐️🤭🖐️ my storyline in c.ai.)
(Apologies to those who won't like it- and feel free to move on the next stories.)
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The clock on the wall ticked slowly, so slow and annoyingly too loud for her taste- glancing back at it with another scowl she tighten the belt around her waist keeping her weapons firm and in place. "Shitty clock..." She mumbled under her breath, it was old and dirty. Nobody in this damn base wanted to clean it and she wasn't touching that damn thing.
She worked for the Hunter's association and it wasn't a secret. Every one in the city knew her-- and she lived with that title. Taking after her beloved father.
She faced him, More times than she can count. And when she said he was a menaced asshole, oh he was.
Sylus was her greatest enemy, relentlessly pursued by the townspeople. He wreaked havoc across the city, stealing crystals one by one to forge his weapons of destruction. The more difficult the crystals were to obtain, the higher their quality.
That night, she was battling in an old, dilapidated building. His powers of manipulation made it challenging to defeat him quickly. His reflexes were so fast that his punch landed on her.
"Argh!!" She groaned in pain falling to her back, breath ragged from exhaustion and hurt.
"Really? They sent a little kitten like you to face me?" he taunted, sneering, the corner of his lip twitched in slight amusement.
But she wasn'tready to give up. Rising to her feet, she seized the rare moment when he was off guard and delivered a punch. Sylus fell, quickly handcuffed his hands behind his back. Blood dripped from his lip, yet his sneer remained.
Holding out her pistol, aiming it at his broad chest. Yet, instead of fear or worry, his face bore only that same mocking smile.
"You've lost, Sylus! Surrender now," she choked out her command, keeping a finger poised but resisting the urge to pull the trigger.
With a mere flick of his power, Sylus effortlessly freed himself from the handcuffs. Watching him warily, prepared for any sudden attack.
But instead, he calmly unbuttoned a few buttons of his shirt, wiped the blood from his lip, and drew an X on his chest.
"Well, go ahead, aim true, my lady," he said, grinning and seemingly eager for the girl to pull the trigger.
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Wounded (Sylus x OC)
FanfictionShe was a warrior, He was her enemy. Causing chaos and trouble among the people that she sworn to protect. Everyday battle felt like a routine, seeing his wicked annoying and taunting grin made her more infuriated as days went on. What would a littl...
