'That brat! She used me. She used me to make her plans go the way she wanted!'
'I was played like a chess piece!'
'I hate her. I hate her!'
Krone stomped through the hallways, bags in hand and pissed at how both her enemy and a small child managed to fool her despite how hard she tried. How she suffered and gave up.
Three of them used her. Her friend, Isabella and that brat.
'I hate her.'
She passed by a hallway, watching as most of the kids were making their way to the dining room, their chatter slowly fading away.
Krone frowned, wishing she could go back to the time when she was like them.
Oblivious yet happy.
Not constantly trying to monitor her survivability.
A time when she wasn't alone.
"Mama, where's Sister Krone?" A small voice asked, Krone recognizing it to be Iza as she watches them interact from afar.
"She's busy right now, dear. She went somewhere." The woman responded, a small smile on her face as the child smiled back.
Isabella patted the child's hair and just for that brief moment, Krone understood.
She wasn't the only chess piece. They all were. Depending on which view you take, everyone is a chess piece to each other's plan and especially to the demons.
━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━
"Everyone is trying to survive at the expense of others." A voice rang out in her head, a voice she thought she'd drown out long ago.
━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━
Survive.
That's right. They are all just trying to survive.
Survive in the only way they were taught to.
━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━
"Don't show weakness."
━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━
She had remembered how everyone targeted Isabella for her position, tried to bring her down but failed.
Everyone that tried to get in her way were all disposed of.
No one knew what kind of a person she truly was, there was no weakness that you could've found on her. No one knew..
She caught how Isabella's eyes softened at the bluenette who looked up at her innocently.
But Iza did.
Iza knew exactly what she was doing.
Every single smile, every single action was planned.
Krone gripped her bags tighter and gritted her teeth.
'I hate her.' She glared at Iza, before turning it to Isabella as she went back to the kid's room and opened a certain albino's drawer.
'But better her plan than anyone else's.' Frowning sadly, she stared at the pen and key mold in her hands. She remembered how she had gotten the pen, from a mysterious man at headquarters. She never understood how it worked, but maybe..
YOU ARE READING
|| Blue Violet || The Promised Neverland x OC
Fanfiction[TPN X OC] [Editing] "Intuition of a Blue Violet" Iza had always trusted her intuition. That voice that directed her where to go, and what to do. And she knew from deep down that there was something weird going on in Grace Field House. From the num...
