Psychotic (Tyrian Callows x reader)

9: Hazel

You sat on the edge of the back porch of your temporary home. Hazel had gone out for supplies making you stay behind. You sighed as you took out your blade, turning to sharpen them. Hearing the door creek open, you turned to watch Hazel place a bag down. "Hey..." You laid down on your back letting your breath even out as you watched the clouds move with the setting sun. "Put those things away." He grumbled as he went to sit down with you. You sighed before doing what he told you, folding the blades and placing the to the side.

It was quite between the two of you as the both of you sat in silence, enjoying the silence. "How did you get into all this?" You asked as the wind russled your hair. It took him a while to decide if he should actually tell you or not. You watched as he took in a deep breath before letting out a huff. "I had a sister, she was young... Younger than you... I loved her more than anything in the world. I tried to keep her safe as much as I could but her heart was set on becoming a huntress... He twisted her brain into thinking she could become a huntress. That filthy bastard  filled her head with his ideologies and one day, she went on a training mission. Without a word to me... She died that day and I swore I would make that bastard pay for what he did to her, Salem promised I would get my revenge... As many times as I want." You stared at him in confusion when the last sentence left his mouth but you decided not to push any further.

"I bet your sister was a nice person..." You sat up, pushing your hair out of your face. "She was..." You could tell he wanted to tell you something else, but you got up and left it for another day.
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You laid on the grass trying to catch your breath as sweat drenched your back. Hazel wanted you to work on hand to hand combat instead of relying on your weapon. You wouldn't call yourself weak, but compared to the sheer muscle Hazel had on him, your strength meant nothing. Not to mention he was using his semblance, while you were left without yours.

He dropped a towel onto your face as he walked inside the house. Quickly whipping your sweat off still laying on the grass.

"Do you know why I asked you to not use your weapon?" His question snapping you out of your trance. "Not really no..." You sighed as you controlled your breathing. "You never know what will happen on the battle field, your weapon can be taken from you in an instant and when that happens you need something to hold your ground with." You stood up as he made his explanation.

You nodded your head as the silence took over again. "... Thank you. I guess I'm a little cocky when it comes to this... I say I'm ready but the truth is that I'm not... At heart I'm still that scared seven year old..." You mumbled just loud enough for him to hear. You didn't know why you were opening up to him, it just felt natural. A in the moment type of decision. He hummed before replying.

"I guessed as much... You remind me of my sister in a way. You weren't meant to be dragged into this, but you were. You said you were old enough to know what you wanted when in reality you were just influenced to think that... If it were up to me I would've let you chosen, kept you out of all of this, but this is the way things are... Tomorrow is the invasion on Haven... If you think your read, if you think this is what you really want then feel free to fight on your own. If your still unsure, stick to me. I won't let you die like I did my sister."

You stared at him in amazement. You didn't think Salem's minions would care enough about you to even talk to you but you guess they were also people. Some more mentally deranged than others but they were still human beings, that had a heart deep beneath the walls they put around themselves.

You stood up walking past him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Thank you... For everything, I know I'm not as skilled or prepared as the others but I won't let myself become a burden." You let go of his shoulder and walked in the house, getting your blades ready for the fight.