All You Need is Me

Revelations II

Footsteps echoed across the concrete pavement, each step more resounding than the last.

Her strawberry blond hair swayed with every shift of her shoulder as Durandal strode forward, her head turning and eyes shifting from side to side, looking for something, or rather, someone.

Where is she?

She thought to herself, her mind churning. That woman, Bronya, just up and left her without any explanation, and by the time she went to chase after her, the girl was nowhere to be found.

As she continued to scour the neighborhood, the memory of their conversation crept back into her mind. But more notably than everything else, was the very end where Bronya suddenly got up and left; a behavior so out of the blue and odd that it completely puzzled her on just what even happened.

Did something in the journal trigger her? Durandal doubted that, as she didn't think someone like her would be perturbed by words of all things. Which means there was only one other explanation...

Whoever that was described inside the journal, likely bear resemblance to someone that Bronya might know of, or at the very look alike.

That was the most logical conclusion she could come up with for the girl's strange shift in behavior, one that would make sense of her reaction to finding it out. But she had no way of knowing if that was true or not.

And it's for that reason that she is actively looking for Bronya now, her eyes darting across the myriad of houses rapidly as she tries to look for this girl.

She was in such a hurried pace that when a group of people was walking towards her, all she could muster to their waves and recognize her with this.

"Move."

She bluntly responds, pushing them out of the way without so much as glancing at them. She doesn't have the time nor patience to think of anything else.

She needed to find Bronya, but that task was seeming more impossible by the moment. The woman left nothing for her to reach out to aside from her phone number, and this irritated her.

Whatever the case may have been, it seemed serious enough that Bronya actively chose not to say anything, to hide that information away from her. That notion irritated her more than anything, her expression grim as her pace became far more forceful and resolute.

The anger she previously felt for Bronya hadn't dissipated, and this was only serving to drag it back up for her. She despised being lied to, all the more so when it comes to this. She had experienced far too many betrayals and deception to even think of having to handle another, not when she has so much more to lose from it.

So she kept going, a burning determination to find where this girl was as she rounded the corner of the neighborhood, before suddenly stopping dead in her tracks as she snapped her head to the alleyway at the end of this street.

It was a dark and gloomy alley, no light present at all as she narrowed her gaze, scanning the area until she set her sight onto someone laying on the floor, their back turned against her.

It was Bronya.

Durandal's eyes widened as she immediately stepped into the alley, approaching the girl with her voice raised.

"What are you doin-!"

She suddenly stops, her face scrunched up as she covers her nose and mouth. A putrid smell invaded her senses, making her wince as she tried to figure out where it was coming from. Noticing the bile that spilled on the floor very close to Bronya, Durandal eyed her with confusion.