For My Friend :)

The Avenger: Meghan x Kurapika (1)

[Author's Note] I wrote this a while back...cringy as hell, but enjoy part 1

Meghan hated the feeling of being weak...She always felt she let everyone down and was a burden to them. She wanted to become stronger. She wanted to avenge her late friend, Oliver. She had to, even if it costed her life. No one would be able to stop her...no one.

"Captain, there's going to be a storm!"

Meghan couldn't see a single cloud in the sky, but her instincts told her otherwise. A sudden rumbling brought her out of her thoughts, and she stared at the used-to-be vibrant, blue sky.

The wandering people on deck rushed to the sides as they hurled their stomach's contents into the raging sea. She sighed and went below deck to see how everyone was doing. Her bag felt heavy on her shoulders as she peered into the large room that held around a hundred people. Two people, a blond and a black-haired man, pushed passed her and went above deck.

The people in the room were pale and sweating, most-likely feeling motion sickness. She swiftly pulled off her spacious, lilac book-bag and rummaged around inside. She pushed the many books aside until she found what she needed. She pulled out her violin case and opened it. The black and white striped instrument elegantly rested on her arm as she put the sleek, black bow on the first string.

Quietly she started playing before she began to crescendo, making the soft and elegant notes calm the sick passengers. They raised their heads at the source of the calming sound. Their eyes bulged out of their sockets as they saw the 15 year-old brunette swaying to the soft melody.

Suddenly the slow melody changed into a fast-paced as she quickly jerked her arm which held the bow, back and forth, the sound sending shivers down the attentive-listening guests. When she finished, the guest had their mouths agape in shock.

            Meghan simply ignored their stares and tucked her away her violin once again and pulled out a book from her favorite book series, The Maze Runner. She sat far away from the intrigued stares of the passengers and paid her book full attention.

            She heard footsteps approach the door, but paid it no attention.

"Hey..."

Meghan ignored the voice, for she was too deep into The Death Cure to care.

"Hey, he was talking to you, show some respect!"

Meghan's book was torn out of her hand and she glared at the person who stole her precious item. She took a deep breath before standing up, looking up at the bothersome man who stole her book.

"I suggest you give that back before my hands become stained with your disgusting blood," the adolescent says darkly.

            The man simply laughs it off, but Meghan could tell he was anxious, after all her eyes had turned a black-like color.

"And what can you, a child, do? Bite at my ankles? How amusing."

            The man spits on Meghan's casual jeans and maroon flannel. Meghan was seething, she could feel her blood boil and the heat rise to her face.

"I think the real question is, what can you, a pathetic old-man, do? Try to hurt me with your painless words?"

Meghan knew she struck a nerve as she saw a vein pop out of his forehead. Unbeknownst to the aggravated man, Meghan had already retrieved her stolen book and safely placed it back into her bag. She walked away from the man and climbed the stairs to the deck.

"Hey come back here!"

Meghan ran, trying to escape the annoying man. She collided into something, causing her to fall backwards and hit her head. She winced as she attempted to sit up. Her head throbbed and she could feel something warm drip down her head and onto the deck. She gently touched her head, but instantly pulled away, for a sharp pain sot through her skull.

"Are you okay?"

Meghan glances up into emotionless grey eyes. The female's chest feels heavy and she can feel the blow taking a toll on her, but nevertheless she attempted to stand up. She was dizzy at first, but steadied herself.

"I'm fine," she whispers the small lie; she didn't want to bother another person with her problems.

            The adolescence's breathing was ragged, but she mustered the strength to take a step forward. Her feet felt heavy and she ignored the black dots that danced along in her vision.

You have to be strong, for Oliver. What would he say if he saw you limping and fainting at such a small injury?

            Meghan knew she needed to treat it before it became a problem, so she wandered around the deck until she spotted the captain.

"Captain!" Meghan cried.

            The captain turned around and smiled, but that vanished as soon as he saw the gash in the female's head. He was shocked that the female was still walking around despite the major gash in her head, but he could tell that if she didn't treat it, it will kill her.

"Come, there should be a first-aid kit in the steering room."

He hobbled to a room and held the door open for the injured girl who stumbled into it, black almost covering her whole sight.

"Are you alright?"

Meghan stared blankly at the man that had caught her. Thoughts swarmed around her, surrounding her with their dark and convincing words. She knew she couldn't just give up, after all she had to avenge her late friend.

Despite the darkness that encased her and the light-headed feeling that she felt when moving, she bowed down respectfully and asked for their help.

"Of course we're going to help you, now can you lay down on the bed?" A deep voice questioned.

"I-I can't see," Meghan fearfully whispered.

            She felt someone guide her sweating figure to something soft—most-likely the bed—and she laid upon it, stiff.

"Shhh, just relax, you'll be okay," mumbled a higher-sounding voice.

Meghan felt herself become less tense and she let herself fall into the darkness.