Controlling The Darkness: ReNora x Female Shy Huntress

Lost and Now Alone

A long coughing fit awoke me in the night. I ran to my father's bed side with a bucket of warm water, dabbing a moist rag on his forehead.

"It's ok papa, I'm here," I whispered.

He was so sick, we couldn't afford any medication for him and his condition was worsening every day. His fit stopped and I could see tears in his weak eyes.

"Concord, listen to me," said my father.

His voice was shaky and low in volume. He held up his hand and I took it gently.

"I don't have long, but I need you to do something for me."

"Anything papa," I said.

"Go to my clothes chest," he told me.

I walked over to the simple wooden chest at the foot of his bed.

"Open the chest," said my father. "Grab the box under my clothes."

I dug for the box, finding one that was fairly large. I opened the box, and my heart sank. The chest was full of money, there was almost 100,000 lien in here.

"Papa, how long have you had this? This could get you all the medicine you need!" I exclaimed.

"I've saved as much from my paychecks as I could to get all of that, but none of it is for me," said my father.

I walked back over to him and knelt at his bedside, taking his hand again.

"It's all for admission to Beacon Academy. For you."

As my father painfully coughed again, I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes.

"There's nothing that's going to stop you from learning to control your semblance. Please promise me you will go to Beacon?"

My head fell on the bed, as I shakily held my beloved father's hand. I looked up to my father with tears in my eyes. Even through all of his suffering, and all of his pain, he smiled.

"I promise papa, I promise... just please don't leave me," I began to cry.

A tear fell down his face, but his hands grip on mine was tight, as though the last of his strength was in his hand.

"Don't cry Concord, tears never suited you," said my father. "I'll always love you."

He never coughed again, and air never filled his lungs. My head fell to his bed, as my tears flowed unending. His burial was the hardest thing I'd ever done. As I laid him in his final resting place, wrapped in his bed cloth, I could feel the beast ready to break out. With every ounce of dirt I covers him with my breathing became more ragged, and my muscles felt the same burns every time he wanted out. As the last of the dirt covered my papa, my rage exploded. Everything was hazed with a black mist as I howled in agony. The claws appeared on my hands again, and I became a monster. I looked almost exactly the same like this, except for the claws made of pure darkness and the black aura around me. Oh, and the fact that I lose utter control with only a few things in my mind.

...kill, maim, destroy......blood...blood.............. I WANT...... BLOOD!!!!!!!

I tore off through the forest, literally. Trees crashed as I cut them down with my claws. Any Grimm that dared to come near me, I gutted. As I stood in a cloud of dusted Grimm, a pack of Ursa's advanced on me with a much bigger Ursa. An Alpha. Without a second thought I was charging at the Ursa Alpha, with my claws ready to strike. The large Grimm tried to strike at me with its massive paws, but I caught the strike. Well, more like stopped it, as my dark claws stabbed through the paw with ease, and the second followed suit when the Ursa tried that too. I roared in the Ursa's face, pushing arms all the way through its paws and embedding my claws deep in its shoulders.

"die.... DIE!!!!!!" I screamed.

I never screamed, not when I was in control. I slowly dragged my claws down the body of the Ursa, watching it writhe in pain, enjoying it writhing in pain. The Alpha Ursa dusted away, and I stood in its black cloud.

"DIIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I shrieked.

That was the last thing I heard before the monster finally took the reigns completely.........