𝔉𝔦𝔯𝔢𝔣𝔩𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔰 + ℜ𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔰

C h a p t e r ★ O n e

Madness
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"𝒩𝑜𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓇𝓊𝓃 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑜𝒸. 𝒩𝑜𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈. 𝑀𝒶𝒹𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈, 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈. 𝑀𝒶𝒹𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈, 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈, 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈."

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💧 J u v i a 💧
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Enough is enough, I keep repeating in my head in a simultaneous pattern. I squeeze the steering wheel in order to calm myself down, my anxiety skyrocketing. My heart pounds within my rib cage, and it hurts when the blood shoots down to every inch of my body. I hate when I get the mixture of anxiety and nervousness mixed up into one bitter bottle of beer. My ghostly skin is already really pale, so I guess it looks like I'm melting with all this trickling beads of sweat.

A shadowy figure darts around the car, but judging by his long spikes of pitch black hair, I know it's him. If it wasn't for some nearby golden bright lamppost lights, I would've thought it was him instead. But it's not, thankfully. He scurries his way to my blue Volkswagen and throws himself in the passenger seat, tossing his luggage to the back. "Rain girl, this is batshit crazy, y'know." He says through huffs of breaths. He's apprehensive, like me.

"Juvia knows, but it's our only way out." I hiss, my teeth immediately chattering afterwards. He runs a hand through his slicked back hair, sighing softly under his breath. He heaves, sinking into his seat. "Yea, it is. But still. I can't believe we're doing this." He gives me a sideways glance, I can feel it. "How far will we go? Have you given thought on our new lives?" My best friend asks, finally calming down, though realizes that we need a move on once the others find our appalling apartment abandoned.

"We can't leave any traces that we were here," I remind him, "We can stop by one of the Phantom Lord Warehouses and leave traces of us there."

He nods, "Yea, spread some bullets around, put powder beneath our feet...." he pauses. "Spill some of our blood..." he pulls out a sharp shiny silver butcher-knife, holding it by its ebony handle. A chill spirals down my back, as I bite down my carnation colored lips. "Y-Yea, blood would make it believable that we got gunned down." I nod in agreement.

"How 'bout we stop at the Seven Warehouse? It's a little close to here, we'll have enough time." I smile, placing my hand on top of his, greeted by his radiating warmth.

"Together." We both say in unison.

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The crystal moon's brightness gives off ample lighting for us to walk around the warehouse without so much caution. After imprinting the floor with our powdered footprints, we tug out a couple strands of our hair and sprinkle them around.

Gajeel shakes out some golden bullets out of his atramentous gun, scampering around and placing them on different corners of the warehouse. And now came the part I wanted to avoid. I watch Gajeel slice the knife across his left palm, not too deep of a cut, but enough to shed some blood. I watch him slowly walk down to the exit of the warehouse, and it's only then, he allows all his blood to become a puddle. After bandaging it, he cleans the knife off with the bottle of water on him and the white washcloth before handing it over to me.