K: The Queen

Chapter 1: Escape - UPDATED

 "H-How...." She stuttered through tears, embracing the body of her mother, not caring for the blood that stained her clothes.

 Her body was trembling, her mind was playing the scene over and over again.

 The death of her mother.

 And the killer was no one else... but... 

"I didn't want this to happen!" She screamed, although it was no use.

She killed the only person that cared for her.

 There were men, dressed all in black, waiting few more minutes, before approaching the girl with cautious.

 Taking her away from the corpse that lied on the ground, they roughly threw her inside the van, tying her up before that.

 "Sir, the girl is with us. I repeat, the Queen is with us." One of them spoke through the old radio station.

 "Good. Bring her to me. I want her." A husky voice boomed from the other side of the line, buzzing because of the low connection. He appeared to be in his late 30s.

The girl could only muffle through the cloth that was tied around her mouth, her tears staining the patch around her eyes. 

 Listening to the conversation of the unknown men made her worry even more. 

 Was she going to die?

 ----- 7 years later-----

 Through the dark corridors echoed many yells, followed by pleads and apologetic sentences. One of the halls was crowded with scientists, who ran around, with many lists and books in hand. 

 One man, in his late 50s, was near explosion. He continued yelling at his colleagues, while pointing here and there. 

 "We used every damn thing we made on this brat and she still keeps her powers hidden from us! That man told us, that she is the Eight and Black Queen, wanting to use her for his own needs! And he will be checking up on her in 6 hours, starting from now. Even less maybe! How, for fuck sake, are we supposed to do so much, in so little time?!" He yelled. 

 "And don't forget the fact that she has never used them in the past seven years." One added.

 "And whatever you decide on doing now, I still won't budge." Someone mumbled in a low voice, almost whisper.

 There was a young girl, who looked around, drops of blood rolling down her forehead, swinging from the place she was tied to. Her once beautiful (e/c) eyes, were now cold, white as the snow. There was a reason behind this, and the thought of it made her body tremble, tears filling her eyes.

 Her skin was pale and full of scars, her body was dirty, her hair messy from all the years of torture.

 "I don't want that man going for my head, Tolt. From what I know, he is capable of anything. If anything, he was kind enough to keep us safe, if she ever decides to use those "powers" against us." 

 "Y-Yes, Mr. Suka." Tolt yelped. "What was the girl's name again?"

 "I think it was (Y/N). That's what I know only." Tolt scratched his head.

 (Y/N) looked at the men, thinking. 

 "What are you looking at, brat?" Mr. Suka yelled, trying to avoid her eyes.

  Oh, how she had enough of this torture...

 "Oh, nothing, nothing..." (Y/N) smiled weakly. The black aura of her powers surrounded her, soon turning into flames. Melting the stuff that held her in place, she started stretching her wrists and legs, massaging them. 

 "That's more... like it." She mumbled, sighing as she closed her eyes.

 Mr. Suka tried to run away, together with his colleagues, when (Y/N) chuckled darkly.

 Although they were "protected", they knew that things won't end up well, if they look at her. 

 "Now, now. I won't do anything to you..." She chuckled.

 Unable to escape, the scientist pulled small guns from underneath their pockets and pointed them in her head. 

 "You are funny, ha!" (Y/N) laughed, her eyes locking in with Mr. Suka. She clenched her fist and the old man suddenly started chocking. After a minute of suffering, she released him and the lifeless body of the impatient scientist soon fell on the ground with a loud thud. 

 Shock and fear filled the hall. Everyone were scared. He promised to protect them. Was he lying?

 "So, let's move to the important topic. Who are you working for?" She asked, walking towards Tolt, who had knelt near his fallen colleague.

 "I-I don't know who he is. H-He... All I know is that he has the same powers as you!" He yelled.

 'Same powers, eh?' She thought.

 "And he is young. Yes, very young to boss around, if y-you ask me!" Another filled.

 "Young, huh?" (Y/N)'s voice suddenly changed as she raised an eyebrow, her flames burning more. She wore a rather bored expression. 

 "H-He has a red bowtie!" 

 "And how does this have to help me?" She hissed, pressing the men more with the flames. "Then, I'll find that.... King, myself."

 -----

 (Y/N) groaned, as she opened her eyes. Waiting a few seconds, her white coloured orbs focusing on the building that was caught in flames. Red flames, mixed with black. 

 Realizing what had happened, the young girl yelped, trying to get up. Hissing from the pain in the stomach, she cried. 

 Sirens echoed through the streets and people slowly started to come from here and there. 

 "Who's that?"

 "Why is she covered in so much blood?"

 (Y/N) couldn't stand there and listen to them. She moved as fast as she could past the crowd, disappearing from the burning scene.

 After what seemed eternity, she came to a halt, pressing her weak body against the cold wall.

 Closing her eyes, (Y/N) feared the worst as her consciousness slowly faded.

 -------

  Yata was about to leave the bar, when the electricity suddenly stopped. 

 "Ah. Not cool." He mumbled, as he embraced himself in the red flames. Opening the doors of HOMRA, he waved at the bartender and left, skating down the streets.

 Passing many streets, he noticed something dark lying lifelessly on the cold ground. He decided to go and have a closer look, curiosity pulling him all the way. Using the flames as a source of light, he peered in more, to have a better look. 

 The clothes were dirty and stained with blood. He backed away a little as he noticed the face and the scars on those visible parts of the body. 

 The girl breathed with pain. Yata couldn't just leave her there. Although he was embarrassed. Blushing like a mad man, he scooped her up in his arms and went straight towards his home. 

 He felt something powerful inside her. She was clearly different. But how?