Delirious || Bozari

Chapter One: Atomic

(This is a fanfic based off of MorganLeigh0729's "Deranged" series. Next to nothing will make sense in this story if you don't read that first).

The drive seemed to go on forever.

Vixen never made any attempt at small talk. All she did was sit in her plush seat, without a seatbelt Atomic might add (how unsafe), taking sips from her glass of red wine that apparently could never run out. Atomic had been acutely aware of her dark eyes, which seemed to bore into her soul. It had sent a shiver down her spine.

Despite both of them being on the same side, something about Vixen just rubbed her the wrong way. Her aura was so different from Silver's, so different from what she was used to, that it unnerved her. She was terrifying in her own, unique way, and Atomic didn't like it in the slightest.

But in that second, Atomic didn't care. She was too consumed with rage. It coursed through her veins like blood. Someone had killed him. Someone had killed Silver. Someone had taken him from her! How dare they? He was the light of her life, and someone had thought they had the right to extinguish it. How dare they!

She wanted to punch the limo's windows out. To tear open the seats. To grab her bow and stand out of the sunroof, letting arrows rain on any civilian who dared to be walking, to be enjoying themselves, on this day that had caused her so much pain. She wanted to rip the world in half.

But then she caught Vixen's eye, and a hint of intimidation creeps through her, calming her down just enough for the cycle to continue. By the time the limo finally pulled to a stop, she was emotionally exhausted, let alone physically. Her thoughts were even more jumbled than usual.

"We're here," Vixen smiled at her, putting down her glass of wine. Atomic had gotten so used to her having one in her hand that seeing her without one seemed odd.

"Oh," Atomic replied. There were a million things she wanted to ask, but she felt like they would all be answered soon, so she kept her mouth closed.

The door opened. Vixen gestured at it like she was inviting her to go out first. Atomic couldn't get out fast enough.

She found herself in what looked like a parking garage. And not just a small one either, a big one, a gigantic one. You could probably fit a sawed-in-half house down here. Or a cruise ship, if it was only two meters tall. It was big.

An arm was thrown around Atomic's shoulder. All she needed to see was the perfectly-manicured hand attached to it to know it was Vixen. For some reason, her touch didn't make her feel uncomfortable. In actuality, it felt almost comforting.

"Welcome to my humble abroad," Vixen smiled at her. She had pretty teeth. They reflected the light emitting from the ceiling lights. "It gets better than this, I promise."

"I hope so," if Vixen's entire base had just been a parking lot, no matter how big it was, Atomic would've been disappointed. It was ugly down here.

Vixen started walking forward without removing her arm. Seeing as Atomic didn't feel like she could and didn't necessarily want to remove it, she had no choice but to follow.

The parking lot was home to some sick rides. Small cars of every colour, big ones looking like they came straight out of a Mad Max film, and everything in between. She spotted one which was the same colour of Silver's hair, and a surge of rage blew through her. Almost like she could sense it, Vixen gave her shoulder a squeeze of reassurance.

"So, everything went to plan I take it?" Atomic was shocked out of her car-gazing activity but a girl's voice. She found that the two of them had stopped right next to a few tents, like the ones schools used during track meets to keep their students safe from the rain. A few people were running around, carrying boxes from table to cars, cars to tables, tables to tables, and cars to cars.