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[Petra X Aiden] Savior.

A/N

Alright, this is the long-awaited sequel to "Murderer". Please, go check that one out, because otherways you will not understand the story.

Trigger warning: major character's death.

Hope.

Hope is a strong feeling. When you've got everything, it's there to remind you that you can have do much more. When you have nothing, it's there to show you that you've still got something to fight for. Hope is like a fire, it never burns to embers. If you lose it, there'll always come other people, who will restore this fire. Hope gives you strengh and will to live, it can almost literally make you move mountains. Throughout all my life when people looked at me, there was hope in their eyes. Even when I was a nobody special, before the Wither Storm and Jesse. Hope was my companion since my birth.

So you can imagine how terrible it felt when people were looking in hope - but not at me. To them, now I was nothing more, than a has-been, who had doomed the entire world. To them, I was the girl, who had failed to save them. To them, I was just a murderer. No, they saw hope in Aiden. The cruel, ruthless, obsessed with power, vengeful Aiden.

I felt it as he walked down the street, dragging me along. Every new spark of hope felt like a stab in my heart, like a betrayal. How could they actually look up to him?! They knew what he had done! They knew that there was no forgiveness!

But, I suppose, I was just to weak to even have these strong, burning emotions. I couldn't bring myself to fight back, to be furious, hell, I couldn't even walk on my own!

And... I knew that he was right after all. I was the one who had murdered almost everyone in this world, not him. I was the one who hadn't even thought of looking for another way out. All the lives we had lost, all the pain we had suffered - all of it was because of me.

Guilt swirled in my gut, hot air burning my lungs, rays of sun melting my skin. Every once in a while everything around me became a blur, and each time that blur lasted longer, than the previous one. My muscles and joints were throbbing with never-ending pain, simply begging me to lie down again and to stop moving once and for all. But Aiden's grip on my forearm dragged my unwilling body forward, the guy clearly didn't care I couldn't move fast enough to satisfy him.

At one point my knees gave up, and I would've simply collapsed if it wasn't for Aiden. I felt him pulling my body closer, so that I was literally leaning on him. It hurt what remained of my dignity, the fact that the only thing that kept me on my feet was one of my enemies shook me to the core.

All the silent talks died down as we moved closer to the ruins of The Order Hall, once truly magneficent building nothing more, than a pile of blocks, most of which were too hot to touch. Here and there were visible yellow puddles of something melted. I only hoped it wasn't gold - No person would be able to survive in a temperature that high.

Much to my annoyance, Aiden climbed up some blocks, not careful when it came to dragging me up as well. A sharp corner of a marble cut through my leg, making me hiss in pain. The blood instantly began heating up, making the wound sting much more, than it was supposed to. White marble turned scarlet, but as I lifted my eyes I didn't see any pity in the gazes of others. Their expressions were hollow, empty. Dead.

But, as they shifted their eyes to look at Aiden, there was hope. They saw hope in him - and didn't care about me at all! My already broken heart gave a tiny sob when I noticed that look of awe they gave him, not me.