You felt yourself shaking as you watched the memories of your early childhood reply around you. Your family was very nice to you and though none of you could truly say your life was fulfilling or worthwhile you were all relatively happy. Why couldn't you have stayed? Why did you have to leave them? You're stronger now and wealthy, but you have yet to feel as content as you did back then.
A single tear escapes down your cheek as you lift your arm up and swipe the air right to go to another memory. You needed to see it, the reason you still do all of this. You watch as the memory of that night begins to play.
Illumi walked with you around the makeshift city with no luck. The last place you could think to look was the hill that you loved to go to. You could see so far from there and whenever they were looking for you they would find you in that spot. 'Watching the world', you would say whenever anyone would ask what you were doing.
As you reach the overlooking cliff side you feel your heart sink. There stood a single grave with your name written across it. tacked onto it was a water proof bag. You ran to the grave and looked inside the bag in hopes of finding a clue as to where your family went. Instead you found a letter saying their goodbyes to you and how they would make sure that the world you enjoyed watching so much regretted taking their butterfly away from them. Tears flowed freely from your eyes as your vision blurred and your hands shook. The letter was protected by the bag but you could tell it was old, very old. Falling to your knees, you let out a loud cry filled with all your pain from the last couple of years.
You watch as you sprawl on the note saying that you weren't dead and that they were idiots for leaving. Making seven more grave markers and finally yelling at them for becoming villains. The only thing this world has in common with your beloved stories was the fact that villains never truly won. Sometimes they got what they wanted, but they would never be truly happy and the fact that your family had become the very thing you never wanted them to be broke you.
The memory goes hazy at this point, you assume it was one of the few times your mental state broke down at level five. When you woke up Illumi had taken you back to his home where you started training, but not before being bedridden for several weeks. Your family was gone and for a while you wanted to as well, until you came to the conclusion that you would change things. You would make this world a place where it was more like your stories, true villains were evil from the beginning and even if something like what happened to your family came to be, they would have a chance to redeem themselves. Maybe you weren't to late and you could find your family before they went to far.
Sighing you turn to leave, you never did find your family and you are still determined to make that world by weeding out the characters in it. They didn't need to be perfect just good enough to work as background characters for those who were, for now you killed those with multiple character forms. Those like Kurapika walked a tight line and depending on his choice you would either support or kill him. The reason why they were like that didn't matter, it was an outcome that made this world so wrong.
As you walk out of the room you make sure to move the door into an isolated corner that no one would ever see it in. Your levels were stabilizing at a high 3 and you knew it wouldn't be going any lower for a while. Too much of your trust had been broken for that. Instead of focusing on that you should be looking into your game. You had long since grown tired of it and were in no mood to play even if you were bored so you figured you could just wait at the start line and give them out to those who decided to ask for them. Maybe a few would try to fight you for it and you could relieve some stress.
As you exit through your mirror you notice the streets were practically barren and those who were there avoided you. They knew you needed space, you didn't want to talk about what happened and no one wants to risk your levels raising at the moment either so it worked out.
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Through The Mind, story of the Spider's Beloved Butterfly (ChrolloXReader)
FanfictionThe reader was born in Meteor City until she was abducted into slavery. After years in captivity she is released from her chains by the Zoldycks and is trained by the family until seven years later where she leaves again to find her next chapter in...
