No Regrets! (Blaze X Reader)

{25} Glitched

Your POV

I cringe as soon as my speaker starts blasting music. I quickly put it on the shelf beside the door and run to my bed on the other side of the room.

I groan when I see the pile of homework beside me. "Dumb Mr. Williams, giving us so much homework..."

I grab a piece of paper and a pencil. "Better get started, then..." I sigh.

A loud crash comes from behind my door. I put my pencil down and sit up. "Jeama? Are you alright?"

Something like the static from the TV answers me instead. Then, crackled words. "I— fine-!"

The door is suddenly flung across the room, colliding with the wall. Jeama walks in, a small object in her hand.

Her eyes flick to the shelf with my speaker. She hits it with her arm and flings it across the room. The room is silent, with the only sound being small buzzing from the broken speaker. "He— it's time—..." Her voice seems broken, like some of her words are scratched out.

Jeama holds out her arm and I can see what she was holding. A small knife.

"What's going on, Jeama?" I scramble off of my bed so I'm standing in a fighting stance. I hold up my fists like I was taught.

Her head snaps to the side. "NoTHi— lET's tALK-!" She starts running at me.

I quickly sidestep her and she stumbles. I bring my foot down on the back of her knee.

Crack.

I cringe as her leg bends in an abnormal way. She doesn't make a sound. Jeama simply bends down and pops her leg back into place.

'That is not normal.. she can't just fix herself like that..' I snap out of my trance as Jeama swings the knife at me. I quickly dodge, but it was sloppier than the last.

I'm thrown off balance and she takes that as an opportunity. Jeama forcefully grabs my arm. A searing pain runs down my arm.

I jerk myself out of her grip and cradle my shoulder. Jeama wasn't holding the knife anymore.

'If you get stabbed by anything, don't take it out. It'll only make it bleed out. Keep the object there even if it hurts,' his voice says.

I take a shaky breath and try to calm my racing heart. 'Don't panic, stay calm.'

I take a glance at my hand. Brilliant red painted my palm. Black spots dance in my vision but I quickly blink them away.

I grab a pair of scissors from my desk and hold the blade down. "Stand down." My voice is firm, just like how I've been taught.

Jeama laughs, but, this time, her voice sounds almost... unreal. Fake.

She quickly lunges at me and I bring the scissors down with as much force as I can. I let go of the handle and step back.

No blood. No screaming. No... anything. This isn't human. 'Just what is she?'

A broken smile is on her supposed-to-be-dead lips. She reaches up, sparks flying as she pulls out the blade from her head. My stomach flips when her head starts to crack.

First, a small crack appears from her temple. Another crack leads down from the left side of her head to underneath her cheekbone. Again, no blood. Just cracks in her unreal skin, small sparks flying out from underneath.

"Come on, sweEtiE," her distorted voice says. "Yo= nEeD tO disSap=r!" Half of her face breaks off. An array of gears and wires popped out from behind skin made of metal.

The room becomes noticeably dimmer, the corners less sharp. I force myself to stay awake. My arm is almost completely numb, blood still dripping out from the gaps between the blade and my skin.

I wince and take my fighting stance again. "I will not back down."

"Pre=are-- dIE=!" Jeama flexes her hands, showing off her inhuman strength.

"I'm not going down that easy," I say, clenching my fingers into fists. Even though my arms were shaking, I will not lose this fight. I will win, or die trying.

3rd Person POV

"She is doing what?"

The agent repeats himself. "She's taking matters in her own hands. We sent someone to retrieve her, but she seems to have broke."

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you correctly. 'Broke'? One of my greatest androids, 'broke'?" Her eyes glint, amusement visible in them. "There is no way she's broken."

"She's trying to get rid of the target herself." The agent clears his throat.

The female stands up, making the agent take a step back. "Murder wasn't on her agenda today."

The agent is clearly nervous, slightly rocking side to side."It's not on anyone's," he says quickly. A little too quickly for her liking.

"It was supposed to be on mine next Thursday, but I guess I don't have to anymore if she succeeds, but, if we're being honest," She lets out a laugh. Not one full of amusement, but one of disappointment and pity. "She won't. The target is strong, she just doesn't know that yet."

"Mistress, I have to disagree, we should get rid of J3A as to not cause a-"

"I call the shots around here, Michael." Her voice is sharp. Cold. Unwavering. "Do not step out of line.

"I understand, ma'am, I apologize." Beads of sweat roll down the side of Michael's face. "I won't step out of line again."

A bitter laugh escapes her lips. "Oh, I know you won't." As quick as lightning, she pulls out a blade from underneath her skirt and throws it in his direction.

A sudden thud sounds from the ground a few seconds after. "Tsk," she tuts. "Such a shame, you were such a loyal follower."

"It's all up to me, now." Her footsteps echo across the empty walls. Two double doors slide open as she walks past them. "If you want something done properly, you have to do it yourself. None of you are worthy or have the skills to complete this task." The deadly female turns around as the doors close behind her.

"Watch out, (L/n), I'm coming for you~."

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Hello! I am back with a new chapter! I apologize that this chapter took so long to be released. I had a few problems with Wattpad, my chapters kept getting deleted so I had to restart.

I won't be adding anymore author's notes at the end of the next chapters as to not ruin the mood those chapters have set. The only exception is when I have an important announcement.

I'll do my best to upload again soon!

Thank you all for being such "loyal followers"! *wink wink* (I'm so cringy that I'm referencing my own work... >.<)

Myū, out!