Avenge?

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After THIS
Character(s): Valerie and Larxene
Content: Face off
Setting: H3, near Cafe Ersesat
Time: Late Night
Warnings: verbal/physical encounters


It had taken awhile to convince Misha and Danny to let her go, but they’d let her finally. She had only to keep a rather close eye on her journal entries to know that Dan wasn’t the only one looking to start a fight. She’d already been wondering about this girl since her first entry, and now she was almost certain she had something to do with Timon’s “run-in.”


The heat didn’t escape this place, and that was fine when you traveled on a jet sled. Valerie had the run in with Dan, and she’d only had a little time to prepare. Well now there was all the time she needed. All the weapons were functional and working fine. The costume was equipped on her person, and she was at H3, precisely where she said she’d be. Valerie had a wandering mind, an inquisitive one at that. You get handed a map, you study it until its second sight. That thinking made high school bearable, and did the similar to preparing for battle.

After all, this wasn’t Dan. This was the girl she’d see make flippant self-deprecating comments on other people’s journals. It had been her misfortune that she didn’t take to insults that involved other people. No one could say the thing that woman said without having an ego the size of Mount Rushmore. So there was no underestimating the enemy here, no believing that she could overcome the odds. Now was the time to fight, down and dirty, blood for blood. What was more, she wanted answers. Larxene knew about the Organization or whatever it was. Knew, and wasn’t telling. If Valerie got injured, she’d at least want to know she did something in furthering why the hell she was here in the first place.

So Valerie stood beside a (fake) tree and waited.,

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There was a pause, but only a slight one. Valerie had a slight, very slight pang of relief. The thought of not fighting anymore, not pretending that she could win, was a point in the right direction, but something in her told her different. It wasn't something that she even understood or even knew, and when she spoke again, the words were so foreign to her she could barely comprehend they were coming from her to begin with.

Of course, the reason for that was all too clear: the voice coming out of her didn't sound like her at all because it sounded deep and mean. There was also the very strange yellow glowing in her eyes and angry grimace in her face that looked nothing like the gritty determination the girl had displayed a moment ago. This look was annoyed and bored, as if expecting Larxene to understand the fundamentals of toying with something that didn't belong to her.

"You don't get it either, Nobody. WE have her now, and we like it here. Fight is nothing but sport for us, or have you forgotten? We will not let this one go to the dust just yet. You remember how you liked the scent of darkness; she is only realizing she sought us out first. The only battle she will lose is the one that has her heart. We will make that victory ours."

Valerie paused and breathed hard, and now her memories were beginning to clear. She was beginning to see that night now, and what she had given to make sure he would not hurt. She was beginning to see the origin of what started this in the first place.

And she didn't like it.

"NO!" It was Valerie's voice now, choked with emotion, tears springing to her eyes. She had to get out of here, even if Larxene gave chase. She had to understand, she had to find a place where she could know what was happening to her. She jumped on the jet sled with power she barely knew she had and sped off, leaving the blond nobody still wondering why her prey had not stayed to be victim to Larxene's superiority.

But then, now Valerie had a whole new set of problems.