//☼➪ 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿𝗂𝗌𝗁 シ // ✔︎

𖦹 𝖯𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗎𝖾 ✔︎

"Isabella," I paused as I glanced up to see her pale, monotonous face. Those dark, empty, emotionless purple eyes pulls itself out of its frozen stance as she glances down ever so slightly at my slightly shorter frame. Those eyes that belonged to hers pulled up slightly into a smile.

"Hm?" She said in a way that only sounded fake and untrustworthy. Was this how the kids were sent to their deaths? By a 'mom' who never did truly care for them enough to break away from this dysfunctional world?

"Also, you should call me 'Mom' for once, I would appreciate it a bunch (F/N)." The line she called a smile grew taller and bigger in a way that only creeped me out more in this dark, bleak night, only lit by the oil-lamp Isabella was holding.

"There's no need to if I'm going to die here in a moment," I looked at her for any response, nothing, "that brings the question into play though, were you scared Isabella?" That brung a flinch out of her as her true self showed for that split second. She was an intelligent woman, she knew what question I was about to inquire.

"Were you scared knowing that at the end of this path and at the gate that you would die?"

The feet that moved on top of the ground stopped abruptly, but it wasn't mine; it was hers. I looked at her features and I saw that smile she always has on was no longer there as it disappeared into the night like wind. I was surprised I wasn't the one stalling out my timely death, it was Isabella. The longer she stood there, I wondered if what I said truly affected her. I wonder what's going in the mind of the youngest person to become a mom. A successful one at that. Her prominent traits like her cunningness, dominance, and intelligence makes her so successful.

Yet, it felt like in that moment, I had that cunning, dominant woman dancing between my fingers.

And man, did it feel powerful.

To have such power over the woman who ruled the Grace Field House with an iron fist, felt satisfying to say the least.

It didn't last long as she starts to move forward, walking again towards the towering shadow of the gate over a few meters in front of us.

Once the gate towered largely around my 160 cm (5'2' ft) form, I didn't know what to expect. The gates opened and immediately I felt a cold thick wave of air hit me. It felt as if death was making its way towards me and would have at me immediately once it reached my form.

It just wasn't expected that I didn't die right away because the next moment, I heard far distanced tap of footsteps coming towards me and Isabella's way.

Blink.

Tap.

They were slow at first, a calm and middle pace.

Blink.

Tap.

I expected them to come running at me.

Blink.

Tap.

But they never did.

Blink.

Tap.

A faded shadow pulls itself into the slightly lit part of  the darkness.

Blink.

Tap.

It was an older woman.

As she got closer, my blinks matched with her strides, I can't understand if this was her sly movements in play or if my teenage eyes were just beyond dry in that moment.