Hazel is the New Purple (an Anne Boonchuy x oc)

Injured Dreams?

I WAS SMACKED WITH MOTIVATION

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Hazel laid in her bed in the rebellions headquarters, staring at the wall. She didn't know what else to do after all-

She's been dealing with recovering from that scorpions attack for awhile now, and she hates it.

She can't even leave her bed to check on Clementine.

Gold made her stay on bed rest, and god was it annoying. Atleast the entity promised to get her a prosthetic for her- now missing- right hand.

"Stupid fucking-" The ashy brunette curses in annoyance when a pain shot through her arm, and she quickly pulled it against her chest. "Estúpido... Estúpido... ¡Ay! Dios mío..." She grumbles in Spanish.

"If I don't get out of this bed soon, I'm going to actually commit- Uh.."

The Mexican's brain blanks, completely forgetting the English word; 'murder.' She does that at times, randomly forgetting how to say a certain word in English. "Asesinato." She finishes in Spanish.

With a huff, she rolls away from the wall, deciding to look up at her room's ceiling and laying there silently. What was she supposed to do now..? Sleep, probably.

It would get rid of this stupid lingering pain from that poison the scorpion injected into her. Gold never did manage to get rid of all of that poison.

So, she let's her eyes fall shut, and soon enough, she's asleep.

Though, her mind was anything but quiet- If anything? Her mind was louder than before.

Allow me to let us peak into what's happening. Because I'm sure you're all dying to know.

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Inside Hazel's head
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Hazel stood in pitch black, and she slowly looked around.

She felt- Light. As if she had no weight to her body. She was light before, yes, but this felt like she could fly away with the smallest gust of wind ever.

She decided to look down at herself after a second-

However, she didn't look like herself, she could tell that much. She was wearing more old-time clothes, and she seemed to be in a more masculine body.

That was when the scenery changed, and she was on a hill under a tree, a gentle breeze causing the grass and the leaves to sway.

A feminine voice broke the silence of the whistling wind, and Hazel's gaze glanced towards where she heard it from. "Nero!" A lady with a white bandana holding her hair back was running towards her with a wide grin.

'Nero? Who's Nero-'

Before Hazel could process anything, her body moved involuntarily, making her run towards the lady, and she cringes. 'Don't tell me I'm witnessing someone else's memories-'

As soon as 'she' reached this lady, the entire scene switches again, and the body of the person she's witnessing old memories of collapses, though she stays standing, hovering over a male with long messy blonde hair.

A house was lit aflame, filling the night sky with smoke and sparks, a weird beauty to it.

Though the male did not admire the beauty.

No, he was upset, tears streaming down his face. Trembling like a leaf in the winter wind. Hazel could sense- Or feel?- His anger, as if it was her own. He was angry, angry at someone for setting his house ablaze. More specifically, his lover.