I Love You To Death (Gray x OC).

Ch. 18- I killed You

Tristitia's P.O.V
Once again, we left the palace and ventured into the deeper part of the Underworld. We trudged on for hours, that turned eventually into a day as we reached the river Lethe, crossed it, and made it to the open gates only a hour later.
The gates loomed in front of us like a dark omen. They were rusty, and splat marks from a mage using magic to open them were in various places.
I started shaking. Tartarus had gates for a good reason. The idea that I could possibly be leading my friends to their deaths frightened me. Then I felt a soft hand take mine and squeeze it comfortingly.
"You ready to kick some ass?" asked Gray. I giggled and nodded before taking my first step into Tartaurus.

Time skip: Get your popcorn out and prepare to be amazed.

After walking for a while in the shadows of Tartarus, we started to hear voices.
"You're sure they'll come this way?" The voice was masculine and sounded familiar, just the thought of it giving me goosebumps. As I drew up a face to match the voice, I realized who it was and it made me more terrified.
"Jacques..." I shuffled back into Gray.
"I'm sure of it. After all, they essentially gave it away." With this other, play boyish voice, I wanted to cry. It was none other than my brother, Adonis. Gray and Natsu looked tense, but also shared a look of guilt, as if they knew already that he was a traitor. I shook my head and turned my attention back to the voices.
"Yes, Adonis is right. I hear... thoughts... of... fear...sadness... oh, and yes, betrayal. They are most likely Tristitia's." It was Lysa. Gray turned to look at me, and his faced showed what I felt.
"Little Trisy, little Trisy. Where are you?" Adonis called out to me. I shrank back into the darkness. We were going to be found. I wanted to turn invisible and run, but I wouldn't abandon my friends, not even for enemies of the past. Then I felt rough hands clasp my shoulders harshly.
"There you are!" Jacques whispered in my ear. I turned around, a look of horror planted onto my face.
"Hi Tris. Miss me?" He asked, winking, his red, spiky hair bobbing.
A moment later, he had a dagger pointed at my chest.
"Back out slowly. All of you or she gets the knife. Now."
I slowly backed out and the others did as well.
I turned around and saw Lysa with that ever familiar maniacal grin plastered upon her face. Next to her was Adonis, but he wasn't the Adonis I knew. His once brown hair was now blood orange, he piercing green orbs now the same dark orange. He had long, black and leathery, devilish wings. Off to the right were two mysterious mages in long, hooded black robes. One was large and muscular looking, the other shorter, more feminine looking.
"Ah, you are probably wondering who those two are, aren't you, Tris?" Smirked Jacques.
"Yo, big guy, come say hello." The taller figure came forward. Standing a mere two feet away, he began to remove his hood.
His dark blue hair, that rugged beard, that scar across his lip.
I couldn't believe my eyes. I wanted to fall, to collapse, to accept defeat before we even tried. It was HIM.
HIM. HIM out of all people. The one who ruined my life. Destroyed my innocence. Killed the old me along with my parents.
Yes. This man was no one other than Otis.
"No, it can't be you. It can't be you," I repeated over and over, grasping my head, wanting to wake up from this nightmare.
He smiled as he watched me struggle with the fact that he was there, two feet in front of me.
"It can't be you!" I screamed, falling onto the ground. I felt like I was going insane. How? Why? But with everything happening, the dead coming back to life...As I pondered this, he kept cackling.
"It can't be you," Get ready to know the truth... Gray, Natsu, Lucy...  "I...I...I...I KILLED YOU! "

Flashback: 5 years ago
I was sitting in my cell. I had bruises all over my body from Otis, but most importantly, I had a bruised heart. At thirteen, I was malnourished, sleep deprived, and broken. I didn't know what to do, but a voice in my head kept talking to me, telling me what to do.
But whose voice was it? Still young, I couldn't understand it. Was it Otis', telling me to give up? My mother's, telling me to survive? Or my own, telling me to avenge my parents?
Over the span of several weeks, I planned my escape from this place. This hell hold I had called home for five years. If it worked, I'd never be the same. If it failed, I'd die.
One day, when Jacques came in to fetch me for my daily torture, I smashed my metal cuffs onto his head harshly, making him pass out and I stole the keys he was carrying.
I ran out of my cell as the sirens wailed that there was a prisoner out of confinement.
"Tris..." called out a weak, eleven year old Althia. Running to her cell, I fiddled with the keys and stuck her key into the lock. I turned the key and the gears clicked. The door then swung open, and I ran into the cell to help her out.
Once out, we ran to the exit. Nearly ten feet away from the large brass doors, Otis jumped in front of us.
"Not so fast, Tristitia."
Althia reached into her pocket and gave me an item. It was cold, sleak, and smooth. A knife.
"Come here, Tristitia."
I walked closer, hiding the dagger under my torn sleeve.
"That's a good girl."
Silently, I drew the dagger and impaled his throat and watched as he slunk back against the wall, his dark blue bangs covering his face.
We're free!
"No!!!" Althia reached out to the corpse of Otis."
"How could you kill him?! All you had to do was hand him the knife and we could've stayed here, together, forever."
Something was definitely wrong with her. She had to be sick. How else could she want to stay on a place where she was tortured and torn apart from the inside out the past five years?
I grabbed onto her wrist and opened the door as we took our first steps into the sunlight after five years.
But it wasn't meant to last. Althia left only a week later in the dead of night, without saying goodbye, leaving behind the dagger that I'd used to kill Otis. I later named it Nyx, or night, since she left in the night and I vowed to find her before someone else took advantage of her.
I had no idea where she had gone... Flashback ended
...until now.

"Master, come here and say hello to this desperate fiend." Otis spat, his words venom.
The smaller figure drew near and stood beside Otis, where she removed her hood.
She had white blond hair, golden eyes, and a scar along her right cheek.
She smiled evilly.
"Hello sis."