Ignis // Leo Valdez

Deadly Revenge

⚠️ Warning: Mentions of blood, sexual assault, fighting, swearing ⚠️

I. Hate. My. Life.

I'm exhausted. And sweaty. And the smell, oh my gods, the odors emitting from my body make me have acid reflex every time I turn my head.

It's been about three, or has it been four, days since my little run in with the off putting ants. I stopped at a gas station a while back and cut the rest of my hair down to my shoulders so I could look half normal with the haircut I got from my little friends. Let me tell you, I don't recommend acid getting into your hair or it will fry it like a side of chips. Extra crispy, just like I like it.

I tried to hitchhike multiple times but it mostly just ended up with me getting threatened by evil monsters in the drivers seat and having to jump out of of a moving car which is always fun. There was one instance where their car could lock on the inside (Don't ask me how) and I couldn't unlock it so I had to smash the window and dive out. You know, like a maniac in a great deal of pain.

That is until haven appeared and I had finally arrived in Portland. Thank the evil gods. My muscles ached in agony as I slumped into the first gas station I saw to wash my...everything. Plus, I was starting to get hungry and I'd already eaten all the protein bars I had left.

I limped into the filthy public bathroom and started running the sink, putting me head in the oddest angle to wash my matted hair. I ran my fingers through it with great difficulty. I sprayed water all over my arms and cupped water in my hands to run down my legs. I sighed and looked at myself in my mirror only finding a starving homeless women that looked like she just got mauled by a bear instead.

"Ok Kyra, you can do this. Only three hundred and fifty miles left to walk. Simple!" I encouraged, looking myself in the eyes through the mirror as I gave a forced smile that fell quickly. I put my head in my hands and groaned, running my fingers through my hair.

Don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry, don't be a chump, don't be an idiot, and don't be pathetic.

Tears pricked my eyes as my body shook from exasperation. Three hundred and fifty miles away. I closed my eyes and sucked in a shaky breath, the only thing I could see was his cruel smile. I stood up straight and walked out of the bathroom, going to find some cheap snacks I could buy.

I walked down the many aisle and grabbed random granola bars to get me through a few days of walking. I was scanning the chips aisle for the best off brand type when I saw familiar short, brown hair. The creep, Des. I felt my heart pick up pace instantly and ducked down. From what I could tell, he did not look happy after being stabbed. Through the food and thin shelf, I could see a bandage peeking out from his shirts on his leg where I had stuck the knife in. I pierced my lips and scurried to the counter stop, still hunched over.

As I waited for the cashier to finish scanning the items, I felt eyes watching my every move. I resisted the urge to turn around, knowing that if I looked back it would be a death sentence. The teenage cashier gave me my bag and I quickly thanked her before scampering through the door, my heart beating out my chest.

I took a right, speed walking away from the gas station, hearing faint steps behind me. I sped up considerably, taking random sharp turns in a zig zag fashion to lose him.

I took a left into a back alley but when I had gone halfway a fence shielded me from the other side. My breath hitched as I tried to break through desperately but failing miserably. Louder steps echoed from behind me as tears blurred my vision, choking me. In a desperate attempt to get away I started to climb the thin metal fence. I had only gotten a few feet up in the air before I was roughly pulled down, slamming onto the concrete ground.

"You annoying bitch!" I was lifted up by my neck and rammed into the wall of the building in a choke hold. My eyes were forced to look up and come face to face with the last guy I wanted to see. My eyes widened at the psychotic look in his eye. I tried to kick my legs to make him let go but he positioned his body away from me. He growled at me and punched me hard, making my head bang against the wall with full impact.

"Did you just growl? What are you, a dog?" I asked making him punch me again, probably hoping I would black out so he could be a creep again. Little did he know, I've had worse fights with Steph during training and she punched way harder than this loser. He slammed his fist at the top of my head making me fall down. I felt metal fill my mouth and gag, coughing up blood.

"Wow okay, that was good one. Congrats! Do you want a trophy or a little goody bag?"

"Shut the fuck up!" He kneed my face at my last comment, breaking my nose with a loud crack, spilling out blood. At this point I might die from choking on my own blood instead of this douche slowly killing me. Fun.

"Ughm that was bad-yeah ok—my nose will never recover from that..." I groaned stumbling off the ground, pressing my hand to my leaking nose. Des aimed another punch but I lazily dodged and kicked him in his soft spot.

"Well, that was entertaining and slightly traumatizing but I need to get going so...yeah bye creep!" I exclaimed and began speed walking out of the alley but before Des grabbed my ankles, dragging me down to the floor. My head slammed against the concrete making me shriek in pain as he tried to pin me down.

I punched him as hard as I could in the jaw, freeing me of his grasp. I stood up but so did he, stopping me from leaving. I could already see bruises starting to form on his face as he got closer to me making me walk backwards into the fence.

"Let's see how strong you are now..." He gripped my wrists as he licked his disgusting, chapped lips. I spat at him, spraying a mix blood and saliva on his face out of pure rage.

"Fuck you." I hissed and before he could finish his unpleasant response I leaned my head back and slammed my head onto his, throwing him back. He gripped his forehead and looked back up at me as I glared at him with all the hatred, rage, and loathing I had in my soul. I walked over to him slowly, feeling the darkness around me grow bigger and bigger until it surrounded both of us as it looked at me in terror.

"What even are you?!" The monster shrieked while trying to crawl away backwards but failing abysmally.

"Me?" I asked and tilted my head to the right, smiling. I waved my hand around in the shadow, channeling it with my wrath. I smiled at the monster and held out my palm, pulling it up. A sharp spike rose out from the shadows and collided with the monsters stomach making it scream in pain. As the light in its eyes flickered ever so slightly I leaned forward with a small smile on my face.

"I am the daughter of Nyx."

And then everything went dark.