Dreams are made from White Strings [Kimblee x Reader]

10.: Sickness

Scar was nowhere to be found, and it was clear to Kimblee that he had jumped off the train. Without difficulty, he identified the only location where that was possible, so you made your way back, taking a train into the mountains.

Once you had arrived, he sent all of his men out to search and gather information. His instruction to you differed to those of his men, however, since you had abilities the others did not possess.

So while the other men had to check out the areas close by, it was your job to run further. You knew it was time to transform.

To prepare for this, you claimed a compartment in the train. Just like in your room in Central City, you took off your clothes and opened the window before you changed into your second form. You jumped out and checked the area with a much higher speed than any human could.

After a few discoveries, you headed back to the train to inform Kimblee about the possible paths to flee in different directions.

For this, you had to transform back, obviously, so you jumped back into the train. From your information, plus the reports of his other men, Kimblee figured out Scar's most possible escape route. With you and four other men, he made his way up north.

After a while, the path was blocked by a rockfall, making it impossible to walk any further. 

"Well, they couldn't possibly have passed here", one of the men said, ready to turn around.

"In the contrary", Kimblee said, stopping him. "Do you see that strange stream?"

The attention of everyone was directed towards the small water course he was pointing at, and it didn't take you long to understand what he was getting at. Scar's ability to destroy made it an easy task to clear the way of such obstacles and then block the path again.

Kimblee explained just that, and exclaimed that the search would be continued up to the north.

"Let's head back first", he instructed with a grin of victory on his face.

"Yes, sir", the five of you said in unison.

On your way back, you sensed someone watching you. You perked up in alert and scanned your surroundings. Someone was definitely watching you.

"Kimblee, sir-", you begun, but were cut short by a body suddenly ramming yours. A second later, you found yourself in the grip of an unknown man, with a knife to your throat, surrounded by two other rough looking guys. Bandits.

"You better throw away your weapons, or the little lady here will die!", the one holding you screamed.

Kimblee and his men watched the scene unfold with disinterest in their eyes. It was just typical, the bandits thought that you, as a woman, wouldn't be able to fight back. Your people, however, knew that you were quite capable of defending yourself. Without hesitation, you readied yourself to transform, but were stopped by Kimblee.

"(Y/n)", he said with an evil glint in his eyes and a grin stretched across his face. "Kill them."

Your eyes widened in shock. He had predicted this to happen, but you were in no way ready yet to kill someone. For the majority of your life, you were trained to save lives, not the opposite, and you were disgusted by the action. Kimblee's grin told you everything. That you were left without a choice, if you wanted him to continue paying for Isa's treatment. What you were going to do was for Isa. For your little sister, you told yourself in the moment you began to transform.

A trick you had learned in your training was to not transform fully when fighting. To remain the size you were and still be able to use the special abilities and strength that came with your chimera form, you took on your half-form, where you were endowed with sharp and deadly claws, as well as catlike tail, ears and eyes.

In the brink of a second, the man who had held you was slumping to the ground with a torn throat. The other bandits couldn't even process what had happened before they were met with a black flash, and sunk to the floor, dead as well.

You jumped back to the group, blood dripping from your claws. You couldn't process what you had done as well, you had just acted. For Isa.

When reality hit you, that you had just killed two men, that you were a murderer, you felt sickness in your stomach. More bandits ran out of the shadow of the forest, in rage.

"Good job, (y/n)", Kimblee complimented you, then took a step towards the newly arrived bandits.

This time, you were able to clearly see just what a lunatic he was. The sheer pleasure written on his face as his alchemy tore the men to pieces further increased your sickness.

The smell of blood, the feeling of it on your hands, the pictures before your eyes and the knowledge of what you had done, it all got too much for you, and you stumbled to the edge of the forest to throw up.