"𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌; 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐈𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄."
༒𓆩 - 𓆪༒
Riven and Vi were like a match and flame, volatile and dangerous. They were on two different sides of a war that wasn't theirs to fight, and...
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Riven was used to pain — the burning, the itching, the aches. The agony stretching the confines of her lungs, breathing in the toxic fumes of the underground in quick, uneven breaths, was nothing in comparison.
Her footsteps pounded against her eardrums like an explosion, deafening her to the taunts and shouts trailing behind her. Riven knew the streets of the underground city as if she had built them herself. Every alleyway, every street, and every building was embedded into her mind like a photograph. Turning a sharp corner into a dark alley, Riven rammed her shoulder into a bricked wall to stop herself from slowing down. Her shoulder thrummed with an aching burn, but Riven could barely feel it over the pounding of her heartbeat.
The alley was dark, as was the rest of the underground city, but Riven had been built to overcome such a small obstacle. The veins in her arms began to burn, and she could feel the blood travel through her body with the painful tremor she was familiar with. Riven faltered from the pain, and the shouts from behind her began to catch up as her pursuers took advantage. She tried to ignore the darkening of her veins, the twitching of her neck, or the sense of power overcoming every other sensation.
All she needed to do was get back to the laboratory and this would be over. The goons behind her were insubstantial, nothing but a distraction. He wanted her to fail, or she thought he did. He wanted her to become better.
No matter how powerful Riven became, it was never enough. She needed more strength, more intelligence, more stealth, more agility. There was always more.
Reaching the crossroads in the middle of the alley, Riven stopped. The whooping from behind her became louder and louder and louder, bouncing between her ears and the walls of the alley. They laughed, similar to how a child might laugh when playing a game as if they knew they had her cornered and defeated.
But no one could defeat Riven.
Silco made sure of that.
"Come on, Doll. Hand it over and we'll leave ya alone." One of them taunted with a chuckle, and Riven could feel the phantom presence of his hand ghosting over her shoulder. He hadn't touched her yet, but he would. When he did, she'd kill them all.
"Just give us the vial," another of them sneered, his voice dripping with craving need. All these men were nothing but addicts, fumbling through life with the sole goal of getting their next fix. No one would miss them, not even Silco.
