Arizium

Chapter 36

Lynx felt sticks crack under her sandals that were slightly too big for her as she strolled through the forest.

You and me Keara. Just you and me. The sky groaned as the storm began it's first stages.

No one to stop us.

She wanted someone to hug, someone to tell her that everything was going to be okay. But she had already told Cutie off, and she didn't have to bravery to confront Wolf in his broken state.

She could feel power and anger coursing through her as she thought about the memory.

They're not like us.

She threw her hand in the air and brought it down with a flourish, not caring what she affected with her power. A loud crack and a snap echoed back to her ears, signaling that some destruction had been dealt to the world. She didn't ever bother to waste the energy it took to turn around and see what damaged she had caused, the sound alone had been enough to slake her appetite.

You never hurt friend and family. She remembered her father saying that a long time ago, But animals are okay, because the gods placed them here so we could eat them. Back then she hadn't understood the term "Gods," but she had picked up that killing was an okay thing to do.

Every time she brought the big heavy axe down just how her father had showed her and heard the squeal of the hog, she felt a pounding exhilaration as the blood spattered her. Her older sister had never found much joy in what Keara and her father did on a daily basis, which only meant more animals for them chop themselves.

Lynx was almost glad that she had been torn away from her father, there was no telling what he could have done if she had stayed too long. I looked up to him, she thought sadly and he stomped that into dust with his filthy traitor boots.

Lynx placed a hand on the string of lace on the collar of her ancient dress and felt all the places where it was beginning to come apart. She couldn't remember how long ago she had obtained it, but the old blue fabric was barely even blue anymore, and dots of crimson from past encounters with those who had tried to hurt her spotted various places of it.

No matter how hard she tried to throw it away, something always brought her back to it. It was as if it had some connection to her past life that she wanted to hold onto, but no matter how hard she tried to remember, she just couldn't identify it's significance. She slumped her shoulders as she suddenly felt a huge weight baring down on them. She continued to walk, wishing for everything to just make sense already. Why was I kidnapped? Why am I special? Why? Why? Why?

A rabbit sprinted across her path, and without a second of hesitation, Lynx unsheathed her small dagger from her belt and lunged at the insignificant creature, managing to get a cut on it's leg. She felt her blood rush as it tried desperately to lumber away from her, fetally attempting to survive. Lynx walked over to it slowly, relishing in the look of terror in it's eyes, admiring the way it tried harder and harder to escape on it's torn leg muscle. She grabbed the thing by it's long ears and held it up to eye level, listening to it's frantic heartbeat, BadumBadumBadumBadumBadum. A voice at the back of her conscious told her to allow it to live, to give it one more chance to run away.

You and me Keara, just you and me. Her father's voice echoed into her ears and cancelled any doubts.

She flung the rabbit against a tree, and watched as it fell to the ground, defeated. She used her mind and picked it back up, only to fling it against the tree again over, and over, and over.

No one can stop us. She let it drop to the ground once more and stomped on it's stupid face.

You and me. She slid her dagger in and out of it's stupid body with all the force she could muster. It's white body turned red with it's own insides.

Then suddenly, the world went silent. The memory slinked away, leaving her with sweat and blood on her hands and face. She could hear her own heartbeat in her ears as the rush began to subside.

Fuck you. She thought angrily, using the vulgar word that Arro used. She couldn't even remember what the rabbit had looked like before it crossed her path, but now it was nearly unidentifiable as an animal.

"I HOPE YOU ROT IN HELL," she screamed at the gorified carcass and stuck her dagger through what was left one last time.

The first drops from the clouds fell on her head, and soon it began to downpour. The sky cried with her and hid her salty tears with it's own fresh ones.

"I don't want it," she whispered at the sky, "Take back my past," but the only response she got was a rumble of thunder. Her stomach rolled with the stench of blood filling her nostrils, and she heaved up what little she had had in her stomach.

The world will pay for this. Lynx decided, and picked herself up off of the ground. Lightning lit up the sky as she strode away from the place she had once called home, along with those she now called family.

Hell hath no fury against a child.

(A/N: I know this chapter doesn't make up for my hiatus. Okay. I KNOW)