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[skay-ali]

All to save the world

Hay cierta ironía en que añadamos un lector descuidado al universo DC de Injustice.

The careless one surviving and being against the regime and the favorite being the traitor, opposing Bruce

Because in most scenarios, Reader either ends up being a vigilante who wants to protect the weak or is one of the weak under Superman's rule.

El hijo favorito termina del lado al que Bruce se opone. Vamos, el favorito va en contra de su padre.

But his brother, his father's blood son, the favorite, Damian, the youngest whom his father had under his command and whom he loved dearly, even tried to bring normalcy to his life and truly be a father.

While the forgotten daughter ends up being almost a sympathizer of the cause her father fights for.

It would be hilarious. Even when Bruce realizes his reality.

All the love he gave to his youngest son, only to witness his son become part of Superman's regime.

leaving aside everything he taught his son.

Now, in one of his clashes with the regime, Bruce sees his daughter again... he didn't remember her.

A woman living under the regime. Someone who should have handed him over to the higher-ups while the man was in critical condition.

But his daughter only cared for him, helped heal his wounds, and let them recover.

Even though the regime kept an eye on her because of her blood and her family name. Even though her half-brother was one of its guards, who was cruel to her. His daughter kept him safe.

On the other hand, we have a reader who, after losing everything, is presented with a great opportunity: to go back in time and save her future, her family, and all her loved ones.

Now the reader is no longer interested in her family, only in keeping humanity safe.

Which ends with her traveling back in time and ensuring that the world goes to hell.

A new mission: to save Luisa Lane at any cost...

She will have to go back in time countless times, even after witnessing disgusting deaths and being injured, with countless cuts, stab wounds, fractures, and impending madness.

At any cost... She is a wounded and traumatized person.

With all of humanity hanging in the balance.

But seriously, the daughter failed to save everyone.

"Oh, come on, die, the world needs him," you sang to the man writhing in pain after you injected him with a virus that slowly kills its host, with hours of pain.

Even with great madness. He accomplishes his goal.

"You should be happy, finish him off before he ends your happiness."

"And that you end everyone's happiness," you addressed the Superman of your present.

The girl smiled sinisterly, with great madness in her eyes at all the heroes.

"Won't you?" Her expression changed to uncertainty as she saw the great man who would change the world in a few weeks without moving and looking at her with concern.

"Oh come on, do you really think you're being compassionate? Hahaha... really" you shouted angrily at his lack of action, if he had intervened earlier, if he... if he... only if he... well it doesn't matter you'll help the idiot before the shot he never fired, is fired at his wife... haha ​​how good you've become with analogies.

"Well, I'm not going to lose my future anymore because of this clown."

You pulled the trigger of the gun.

Not just one, not two, not three. You fired countless bullets all over his body. He was a plague, and the Joker had to be eliminated.

But it wasn't enough; it never was.

You incinerated him, you set the man on fire after filling him with gasoline.

And if that weren't enough, you would then pour all his remains into acid.

It was about eliminating evil completely.

Down to the root of evil.

"Why? Why did you do it?" the man asked, stupefied.

"It was the best thing for you, for your family, for their happiness."

After endless journeys.

A road full of death and pain.

You...only you...saved everyone.

Of course, you had to pull some strings. Leaving you now with a father who cares deeply for you.

A brother, the former traitor and proud member of the regime, watching over you meticulously, like in the past, but this time less violent and cruel.

The former leader of the regime, the terrifying and ruthless giant, treating you like a child and like family. Along with his wife.

Your puppet in countless time warps, the clone who would finish off the original before it's too late... the same puppet, stuck to you like gum and unable to live without you.

Well, it is a great irony, at least for me.

"increíble"

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A love lost in a great desert

Bad attempt at yandere

You fell first, but when you walked away, you left him so damaged and distraught, he couldn't imagine living without you.

Yandere Orter Mádl x reader

They were two brothers who loved and supported each other constantly.

He was part of the police academy... his dream of saving and protecting lives ended up being what ended yours.

You ended up alone after your brother's death.

Or that's what you would have preferred.

But then something had to happen...

The man you knew from a few outings with your brother was his coworker, a promising two-line magician.

The great Orter Mádl. In reality, you had few interactions.

Interactions where you ended up being a complete young woman in love.

In reality, you were blinded by a crush.

Still immature and dreamy at your age, you believed you would achieve something, that if you tried, that if you tried hard enough, at least the man would notice you.

Of course, you were still worried about scaring him off, about displeasing him forever. If you didn't succeed with your silly little plan to win his heart, at least you'd end up as an acquaintance, or even a friend.

You made an effort to learn what the man liked. You read the books he read, practiced manners, had thousands of conversations filled with academic topics, learned about ethics and politics.

You tried giving him some of his favorite desserts and even food.

You gave him shy smiles, even tried to talk to him despite his stoic demeanor.

But that wasn't enough.

In fact, this seemed to really bother the man.

One day, he exploded.

When your brother had left to get something from the kitchen, he left you sitting next to the man at a table in his backyard.

You timidly tried to talk to the man about his work and daily life.

You waited for him to talk. He adjusted his glasses in an elegant and calculating manner.

"Enough, I'm getting fed up with your childish games."

"All you're doing is embarrassing yourself and causing me great annoyance."

His voice was cold, his eyes piercing, filled with something very different from the lack of kindness and respect he showed your brother.

Your lips trembled at the sound of it; you wanted to speak and express your feelings.

"And that's not the worst of it. I hate seeing you break the rules of decorum. You don't even respect your position."

With that, you finished, leaving the table, but not before throwing him the letter you'd worked on for so long to express your feelings and take a weight off your shoulders.

The worst part was that you had to lie to your brother.

He appreciated Orter; he was one of the few people he could consider a friend at work.

"Something's up, sister," you looked at him, worried. He put the desserts aside, not caring that they might spoil, to come closer to your side.

"No, nothing happened. I just think I feel a little sick. Maybe it's a possible cold," you lied, hiding your feelings, still holding back the tears in your eyes.

"Are you sure? You know, Orter can be a complete bully sometimes." His hand gently placed on your shoulder.

"No, I'm fine. Maybe I just need a break." You hugged your brother for a moment before releasing his grasp and walking away to your room.

"I'll be fine for dinner." You climbed the steps to the second floor, to your room.

You didn't leave your room, even when your brother's visitor left.

You couldn't bring yourself to leave your room and face reality.

The truth is, he wasn't just a crush.

For you, he was your first love. He was actually a great man, despite his attitude.

A magical prodigy, a genius, a skilled fighter.

He was very kind to you when your brother introduced you.

He was so beautiful in your eyes.

And now he'd stabbed you a thousand times in the heart. Not only that, but he'd also shown that feeling of superiority he felt toward other people.

Despite your family's stable position, you were against the great gap that existed between people with one line and those with two, even those without.

Everyone had the right to live... no one was superior. But hearing his words... It was like a bucket of cold water.

You eventually healed.

Your brother found out, well, only the part about you loving a boy and him being cruel to you. You made up a tall tale so he'd never suspect it was his great friend and classmate.

If only he knew who he was inflicting the thousands of insults that came out of his mouth on.

It was you and your brother.

Outings with new friends.

The new dream you were forming in your head about your future. Being a teacher at Easton Academy, in the elementary grades.

Which you achieved, along with a double job as a guidance counselor, due to the "low-key" class you taught. And your soft demeanor and young age, one of the many excuses the teachers gave for not having to work more and designating you as the appropriate person to deal with students.

Yes, because according to many, communication and social skills weren't that great. What would they learn from a class where they were taught to respect other classes, even those below them?

It was there that you met Wirth Mádl, Orter's little brother.

A promising young man, who, with his great effort and boundless dedication, was a great student. Someone with an obsession with being worthy.

Despite his defensive attitude toward your attempt to help him maintain a healthier lifestyle, you managed to become his friend, or someone he could talk to about his worries while playing a board game.

"Hey, now that I notice, your glasses are the same as your brother's." "And..." You saw him maintain a disinterested attitude, but he seemed to be trying to hide another emotion.

"Oh, I think they look much better on you."

"You look really cool."

"You really used that word."

"It's not that old-fashioned!"

"Ha, it's super outdated. You can see you're getting older."

Although some students were a pain in the ass and some despised you, you actually liked them both... you truly appreciated them, maybe even had your favorites, the outcasts of the academy.

You knew it was difficult for them, which is why you were proud that they continued working hard at their studies and trying to improve themselves.

As your teenage years wore on, all your memories fell away; you matured as a person, even your old crushes and your broken heart.

Well, that was until your beloved brother passed away.

It was a small funeral, just close family and friends.

You were so broken that you didn't mind seeing that silhouette you hadn't seen in person for years, that silhouette of a man you had come to adore in the past.

You suppose that with the pain, he became insignificant.

It's a shame it was like that for someone else...

The same silly words, about realizing what you lost too late, hit the nail on the head, even though those same words were ridiculous to him.

In his life, the only thing that mattered was his job, the money he received, and the good results he achieved.

In fact, when his colleague introduced him to his sister, he didn't think anything bad about that ordinary girl.

To him, you were just a normal girl he could tolerate.

Maybe you could have been friends...

But you kept pressuring him. So did his family, his superiors, some acquaintances.

You only wanted friendship and something more. The others wanted power, alliances, or things; he couldn't fathom how he could tolerate such things. Then he exploded.

He couldn't keep it to himself.

And he hurt you.

The letter you threw at him in anger before disappearing was the only thing left of you, the only woman who looked at him normally, who treated him familiarly and always supported him, even leaving your brother aside.

"Hey, we're supposed to be family, ____"

"Yes, but Orter is worse off than you."

"Seriously, I doubt it."

"You're a crybaby." You stuck your tongue out at your brother.

While you and his friend were fighting, you treated him gently, treating his wounds. It wasn't serious, but you had caused a huge scene when you saw him hurt.

"You know, you have to eat."

"I'll do it later."

"You have a big job; to fulfill your duties, you must be healthy." You handed him a basket of food.

He hesitated to take it, but with your insistence, he couldn't refuse.

Of course, your pitying face and hopeful eyes had nothing to do with it... of course not, nor did the big smile you gave him, as radiant as the sun.

"I don't think I'll make it."

"Oh, come on. Everyone in the family wants you to go, not just my brother."

"I'll be with my brother."

"Boo... why don't you bring him? He'll definitely have fun with the other kids."

"My parents won't accept him."

"It would be nice for you to break the rules sometime." He heard your melodious voice laughing.

Sometimes later, he also regretted not going to the big family dinner you'd tried so hard to invite him to, after your brother gave up.

But you were just his friend's sister.

You were just a girl... So why did he feel a great pain in his chest?

A pain that left him thinking for hours about what he no longer had.

A letter he always read and recorded every word of. Which he kept with the utmost care, like a treasure.

Why does he miss you?

Why did he feel he couldn't live without seeing you?

Because he desperately watched over you from a hiding place.

He lied to himself, thinking he didn't want to see his friend sad if something happened to you.

Because when he saw his friend take his last breath, he promised himself to become strong and fix the world, to keep you safe?

It wasn't just a promise; something inside him insisted he should do the impossible.

Orter Madl, the new divine visionary.

Thus he was named, and many people began to praise him.

Good for him, you thought the first time.

You continued to balance your life with the void left by your brother. Appreciation, before you.

A normal day for you, a short break from the academy and its busy surroundings.

You were interrupted from your tea break by a knock at the door.

Humorlessly, you tried to ignore the knock.

Too bad the person knocking was persistent.

You opened the door humorlessly, faking a smile and biting your tongue to keep from insulting anyone who dared to upset you about the massacre of the pastries you bought, your brother's and yours' favorites.

"Yes, do you want something..."

Your face faltered when you saw who was knocking at the door.

For a moment, you hoped it was to see your brother, like he always did in the past, when your brother was still around.

But he wasn't there, and you weren't in the mood, so you quickly pushed open the door.

It was better to close it, forget about the visit, and get on with your day.

Unfortunately, a foot stopped the door.

"We need to talk."

"You and I... I don't think we need to talk," you mocked.

You had to relax somehow.

This man kept his serious demeanor, and it seemed to get worse.

"I feel the same," Orter confessed out of nowhere.

"What's wrong with this guy?"

"Hahaha, now you're bothering me with your jokes?" You were annoyed by his interruption in your home.

"I'm serious." His hand pulled out a piece of paper, which he held very delicately.

Oh, you recognized it instantly.

The funny scribbles on the outside of the envelope helped.

"How do I keep that... Ah, no, how embarrassing."

"Well, it's late, too late." You calmed your anger and looked at him with resignation.

Would things have been different?

Maybe if you hadn't insisted so much.

Or maybe if the man you loved hadn't been such a huge idiot.

"So, why don't you leave?" Enough of the sentimentality, you repeated to yourself.

It was time to take out the trash.

You're not going to cry again.

"You really don't understand..."

"I'm not interested," you interrupted.

"But,"

"No, no, and no, you need to leave my home." On the way out, as you pushed the man out.

Something stopped you.

It wasn't your feet, or the man's strength or his stamina.

It was sand, sand that held your feet tightly.

"No, the conversation isn't over yet." The man broke free from your grasp and stood in front of you.

His eyes were looking at you, examining you meticulously.

You felt so judged right now.

"I'm serious." His tone was still serious, his movements extremely meticulous.

"I've realized since the last time we spoke." He took a step closer to you.

"It's not just a feeling of affection." Another step.

"I can't stop thinking about you." Another step.

"Even with all the time that's passed, you're still on my mind."

"I can't imagine another day without you by my side, ___." His touch was cold, his hands gently caressing your cheekbone.

It sent shivers down your spine, and you tried to squirm away.

This man... this man had truly gone mad.

I don't expect answers from you. He dragged you with him, to who knows where.

Annoyed, you fought with him endlessly. But he only accepted your blows and insults.

He took your wand away.

He even threatened to break it.

You tried to escape from the large house where he had locked you. But some spell always stopped you, until Orter found you and brought you back home.

"Our home," he said in such a terrifying voice.

"How did you find me?" You asked curiously.

You were sitting next to Orter, his arms holding you close to his side, keeping you in place.

You were supposed to be reading, but you couldn't concentrate with his arm around your waist and his hand playing with your skin, pinching it.

Damn, how you hated that action.

"Funny you think I lost sight of you," his voice was unsettling.

"What?"

"Besides, I had a little help, helping you adapt to our home."

"Don't worry, when you're ready, he'll be able to visit." You had a small idea of ​​who it was.

You didn't want to believe it, but some things in the big house showed it could be him.

Only he knew your tastes, from the many conversations you had. Wirth Madl.

The boy with whom you thought you'd formed a friendship, whom you tried to support on his journey.

Did he betray you?

"Are you seriously asking me for help?"

"...."

"You're not only a bad brother, but also a monster," he mocked his older brother.

"But I'll do it, not for you... I'd hate to know that one of the few people I care about is going through a bad time or is in danger."

"Even if it means I have to be in your care."

"I know you were the one who broke my sister's heart."

"But... I ask you to take care of her."

"Take care of what I love most in this world."

The spirit of his friend can assure him that the man kept his two promises.

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Bittersweet love

I was a girl without magic in a world full of it, destined to die for not having a line. You were saved, and you met the man of your life. The last thing you knew was that you weren't that to him. You were nothing more than a mere possession, a pleasure amidst his evil plans... You left behind a deranged man, who lost the two most important things in his life on the same day.

Yandere Mashle: Muscles and Magic

You loved a man so much.

You gave him your whole heart and believed he did the same...

Well, it seems you believed wrong.

He only used you, kept you at his side like a possession, an object. But you were nothing to him...

You made a difficult decision and fled.

Leaving behind the man blinded by power and immortality, who didn't mind sacrificing his own lineage for his goal.

The same man who gave you mere crumbs of love and you, blinded, accepted them. The one who looked at you as if you were nothing when you tried to reason with him.

You should have listened to Meliadoul.

In your old world, there were legends, myths, and science fiction stories about other universes or worlds.

You were a young woman, ready for another year at university.

Too bad that didn't happen; an accident and your whole life, along with your future, was over.

Or so you thought...

You appeared in a new world.

In the middle of a crowd.

Some time later, those present described your appearance as a magical event, where a great light illuminated a small lake, and an unknown woman of unusual appearance appeared.

"A woman without lines" is how they called you.

You quickly realized you were in another world, a world full of magic, where you had no power and were completely alone.

"Despite your strange appearance, your lack of magic, your future has already been determined." The high-ranking officials of the new world where you were taken, without a shred of compassion, sentenced you.

Desperate, you begged, you pleaded...

You weren't heard. No, not until an unknown man, with an imposing air, whom everyone seemed to respect and fear. Interceded for you, taking you under his protection.

"God has given us a miracle. Whether or not this young lady has magic, she was sent to us, we must take care of her." It was the great Magician Adam Jobs.

He was kind, he was truly kind to you.

He taught you many things about this world, he cared for you, he treated you like a person, something you hadn't received since you arrived in this world.

You also shared knowledge of your world with him, leaving the man impressed and amazed.

He became like a father to you, with a big smile and lots of energy, you helped Adam with his work.

He called you his little assistant.

Some time later, you met his three students. Despite the way everyone in this world treated you and your title as a person without a line... those three boys your age also treated you like a person.

"Finally, another girl," the blonde-haired girl celebrated. She was the first to approach and introduce herself.

"I'm Meliadoul Amy, nice to meet you." You watched her pose. It was like watching an animated scene from the series again in your world. So nostalgic.

From that day on, that girl became your best friend. How could you not be when she never left your side?

"This is Wahlberg Baigan and Cyril Marcus."

Your first impression of the group was that they were the kind of trio from series, books, movies, and anime.

They were two friends, with different personalities.

Despite your lack of power, the four of you struck up a friendship.

You were Amy's confidant.

Wahlberg's younger sister.

And Cyril's friend... well, they had a somewhat tense relationship at first.

The moments you spent together were very tense.

You still didn't understand how you'd fallen so hard for the man. Maybe it was his appearance, at first it was.

But then you learned about his great effort to accomplish what he set out to do, how dedicated he was to magic, his impressive gift for it.

How, despite his cold and serious nature, he tried to be kind to you.

He paid attention to you when he was clearly immersed in his studies; he always had time for you. He listened to you when you rambled on and on, sometimes even making comments.

"Aha"

"Instead of koalas sneezing ice icicles, we had guns that shoot... ah, some kind of metal icicles..."

"...."

"Instead of flying on broomsticks, we had airplanes. It was less fun, but very useful for traveling long distances."

"...."

The boy in front of you just nodded while reading his book.

How would you manage to win him over?

Everything changed when a fictional group of noble-blooded mages attempted to attack your life.

You were alone, destined to perish in the midst of the attack. But Cyril saved you, fighting off the mages until Adam and the others appeared to intervene.

You suppose that in that moment, as he held you tightly to his side, urging you to resist, while he cast spells, that was the moment you truly fell in love.

You tried to make progress in your friendship. You tried so hard that Amy got caught up in it as well; you'll never forget her teasing.

"Do you really like ____?"

"Haha, that's super funny."

"Hey, I asked for your help, not teasing," you were already regretting saying it.

"Oh, come on, just let me enjoy a moment." Seriously, you watched as your friend continued to mock you and your situation.

"You know, I'm glad you find my attempts at advancement funny," you complained.

"Oh, that's very sweet."

There were more disastrous attempts.

Attempts at dates disguised as outings with friends, you always bringing food when Cyril was studying and taking care of him when he was lost in thought. Cheering him up when he was in a bad mood.

Nothing worked.

For a long time.

Until you became an adult with the three boys.

It was time for each of you to take your own path, to build your own future.

The games between the four of you, Adam's classes and his magic lessons, the outings to the town or to different places.

Everything ended when your three friends left. Except for their few visits.

You stayed with Adam, helping him with his work and with his grand project to help people without a lifeline. It's not like you could just leave... you were expected to be executed if you ended up alone.

You felt you had a knack for humanitarian projects; it was like meeting people just like you.

What you didn't expect was that a while later Cyril would appear.

Just when you were left alone with Adam's departure.

You were devastated because your new father figure, your savior, the person who gave you a new chance and a reason to live, was gone.

"____ let me give you the life you deserve."

"Follow me and leave all the worries that torment you."

"Let's go back to the old days." His voice was soft, with a touch of affection.

His hands touched you carefully, as if you were a very important and precious object.

You followed him, devastated, you followed the first hand that was extended to you...

He promised you protection, a new meaning to life, familiarity and nostalgia for his past years, and love...

For a long time you spent in his shadow, happy to be loved and not adrift, locked in a cage that seemed like a home.

If only you had known why the man left, and the reason for his image change, the truth behind why he withdrew from society.

Adam's ban on his visits, seeing that his student was going down a different path, with no way to stop him.

You walked for a long time.

Armed with a fine white silk dress, a large black cape, old boots from your time of freedom, and a small bundle in your arms surrounded by blankets.

Your little baby.

The last pillar in your former love's plan.

The only little person with a clean, malice-free soul, the one his father tried so hard to instill in him and his siblings, even as a baby.

Your only reason to keep running away from home.

You were weak from the effort you put into escaping the building where you had been confined for so long.

One step at a time, your body weakened, and a small bundle in your arms.

The little baby was awake and just watched you with a serious expression.

You smiled at him with all the love you had. He was the most precious thing you had left in your lonely life filled with bad decisions.

Your body was cold; you felt the small gusts of wind enter your bones.

He was a villain, that man you loved and still loved with so much pain, he was a monster. You were sure that your poor condition, your dying body, was the result of one of his spells, to keep you under control.

"Just a little longer."

You kept taking steps even though your body felt heavy.

"We'll get there soon, darling," you rocked your baby gently, trying to calm yourself.

A few more steps and your body threatened to fall. You had to lean against one of the trees that stood near you.

"Just a little break," you tried to convince yourself, holding the baby in your arms.

"Just a break," you said weakly. You had lost the strength to move, your body was stiff.

"We'll be safe soon," you whispered with the little energy and strength you still had.

Your eyes slowly closed.

It was a short nap, just a break before continuing...

You stopped feeling cold, your body no longer hurt, an inexplicable calm surrounded you.

Ahhh, it's a prologue. I rewatched the series taking advantage of the season added to Netflix. I love it. It reminded me a lot of the manga. It's so nostalgic.... By the way, almost all the characters, I loved their appearances, even the villain. 10 out of 10. The story may not be very accurate or there may be contradictory things, but it's a lack of memory about the series...

[skay-ali]

Older sister program

a bit of fluff and eventually yandere from other characters It is just a protogo or attempted draft

"It was a bit childish."

"And you're a... a child..."

"Wow, you've got no answer," he sounded arrogant.

Ahhh, it's only a few months, just a few months, and you'll be punished.

Let's start with your story and how you ended up being a sisterly figure and guide to a troubled child.

Since you were 12, you began your independent and rebellious life against adults, rules, and society. You considered yourself an anarchist.

You didn't let anyone walk all over you; you were always on the defensive, snapping at anyone who messed with you.

Your beloved family isn't spared... it's not like they had a great relationship; your father and brothers were always busy with their own lives.

But friction was common, between dad's favorites and his only disappointment, namely you.

"You're nothing but a disappointment to the family."

"Well, at least I'm not dad's little robot, with no life or thoughts of my own."

"You're very childish."

"Thank you. They'd rather enjoy themselves than grow old and bitter."

"You're only bringing shame on the family with your behavior."

"Oh, Dad, I think you're doing well enough."

Seriously, sometimes you thought about stopping, about being a good girl, but you couldn't help but open your mouth and protest.

But in your defense, that might not have mattered in your family. Now that you were hated, they remembered you... that's better than being forgotten.

Besides, it's not as if society deserved your respect.

You hated everyone in your city. There were the wretched, the victims, the innocent, the scavengers who took advantage of any opportunity to kill someone; those who operated in the shadows; those who scrounged for leftovers, pretending to have power; and finally, the kings, who were at the top and had the right to kill whoever they wanted, just for fun.

Oh, and not to mention the heroes.

"That's why I think you should create a comic about corrupted heroes."

"Yeah, I don't think that would be well received."

"Boo, chicken, it's a wasted idea and it would be a hit."

"Sorry, but I don't think it is."

"I'm giving you an idea to take you to the top, friend, but I see that... maybe it's not your thing." With your arms crossed, you began to check your nails. It was more interesting than seeing the man a few years older than you sitting at a booth at the convention.

That was your belief, one that was often frowned upon and judged.

After all, who wants to see another version of their beloved heroes?

And about the comic book artist, the one who had a certain charm, disappeared for a while and didn't produce many works anymore, so you assume his career is over.

Well, it turns out that during your time as a university student, away from home, away from your city, with a new kind of pretentious people with their own principles, one must be careful, even if it's just to defend oneself.

You hit an idiot you shouldn't have, even if it was just to try to defend yourself.

Jail was an option, but apparently the lawyer who got you Alfred didn't like it; according to him, he'd been paid to get you off without a stain on your record. The plump, elderly man, a realistic version of Porky Pig, defended you until he got you community service.

Fawcett City, a big city, with little crime unlike other places.

You thought it was a great place.

Well, now you were on your weekend, a perfect Saturday morning for doing nothing, trapped in a boring building, receiving training for your new unpaid job.

Taking care of a homeless child and making him forget and guiding him from a potentially bad life to a decent one.

Wow, if that had existed in your city, maybe you wouldn't have ended up so badly, you recognized it.

"So you were my new... ah sister," the boy said doubtfully.

"Yeah, I guess I am," you said, feigning encouragement. Ahh, it would be a very long year.

You started with a boy with a surly personality, most of the time, and he was very serious and quiet.

Oh, he was a mini-you, like when you were little.

So you tried, of course, when you weren't tired of life, with your old woman's body.

You took him to many fun places, you talked to him, although many times it was just you.

You gave him many life lessons and advice, which he probably never paid attention to.

But his few words and occasional smiles were enough for you.

"Yeah, well, I have to be with you until it's 6." You looked at him and his friends.

"But it's enough for me to watch you have fun and make sure you don't die," you said disdainfully before looking back at your phone.

"Oh, here, you're going to have fun with your friends." You threw him some bills.

The boy gladly took them and smiled before showing his friends and running off.

"Take care, Billy, and don't get into trouble," you greeted encouragingly as he walked away.

"Kids grow up so fast," you commented to the women standing next to you; they were probably babysitters.

It was all calm; babysitting wasn't so bad after all.

You walked through the park with a soda bottle, looking for the boy. Damn, they're easy to lose, you should have put a tracker on him.

But voices and screams alerted you.

You approached the source, finding a group of older children bothering your son and his friends.

You leaned against a tree, waiting to see what would happen. They would surely defend themselves; it was normal; all the children in your city did that.

But this wasn't the same city where you formed your defensive, rebellious, and strong character. No, this was a peaceful city, full of light and happy people.

You approached carefully and grabbed the boy who seemed to be the leader of everyone.

"Am I interrupting something?" you smiled friendly.

"Yes, you are, idiot, so go away," the teenager replied, trying to escape your grasp.

"This isn't your business," his companions followed.

You looked over at your new "brother."

You saw him a little beaten up and sitting on the floor. His friend was in worse shape.

"You're wrong, brat," you shook him harshly.

"If it's any of my business, you're messing with my brother and his friend." You left your friendly voice behind and changed it to a more threatening one, still maintaining a smile.

"Hey, leave me alone or you'll regret it," the boy threatened.

"Oh, I don't think so. You were hoping you'd get what you deserved." You pushed him to the floor with moderate force. His friends tried to help him, but with both of your free hands, you grabbed the back of his clothes.

"Go ahead, kids, hit him back."

You had all eyes on you because of your words.

"What? I firmly believe in an eye for an eye."

The two children, barely recovering from their bullies' ambush, just stood up and stared at you.

You were a tall figure in their eyes; now with your new actions, not one full of brilliance, but rather dark and fearsome.

"It's not right," Billy decided to speak out, despite his fear of confronting you and not following your orders.

"Ahhh, but he hurt you," you said, bewildered.

"Yes, but it's not right. We'll only make things worse."

You looked at him calmly.

You sighed tiredly. Children are sometimes wild, sometimes compassionate.

You forcefully threw the other teenagers to the wind.

"Okay, you guys are the ones who're in charge." You raised your hands in surrender.

"You better remember that. Next time I won't hold back," you threatened the young people lying on the floor.

"Let's get out of here before we get into trouble," you called to the children, taking another sip of your soda that was resting on the floor.

The children hurried to follow you.

"That was great." "Is that so?" you asked without interest as you devoured your plate of chips.

Billy's friend nodded enthusiastically as he repeated your actions.

"They were strong, how could you stand up to those three?" Billy commented, still watching you, analyzing you.

"Well, my appearance isn't for nothing, you know..."

"Besides, where I come from, if you don't know how to defend yourself, you're doomed."

What a distrustful kid you have! They'd known each other for a few days, and he was still on the defensive. You threw a chip at his serious face, which earned you an angry reaction from the boy.

"Just eat and stop overthinking. It takes away your age, believe me, I speak from experience."

Seeing your father, with his beloved cases and his double life, showed you what seriousness can do to you in life.

Ahgg, old age was an inevitable monster.

"I thought you weren't coming," the boy commented, sitting on a swing in the park.

"Ahhh, why wouldn't I? I'm not supposed to miss it. Besides, I told you I'd come."

"Yes, but... this is a day people spend with family," he whispered in a weak voice, hiding his gaze.

You walked carefully to another of the swings and sat down. It was freezing, because the boy showed no signs of freezing and acted as if nothing had happened.

"Well, I'm supposed to be your sister," you smiled at the boy.

"It's just a job." The boy didn't look at you.

"I guess it is," you decided not to lie, to be honest.

You moved carefully onto the swing, pushing your feet off the ground as you moved.

"I don't have a good relationship with my family. I've been practically alone since my mother died."

"The little time I spent with you was the closest thing I'd ever had to a sibling relationship. It was a new family relationship since I lost my mother." You looked up at the sky. It was sure to start snowing. The low temperature was a sign

The sky was so calm, peaceful, just like the celebrations taking place.

"I came because I wanted to, not because I had to."

"Is that right?" he asked doubtfully.

You stood up. The swing made a squeaking noise, the wind blowing sent a chill down your body, and you spun around in front of where the boy was sitting.

"Look at me, I'm outside my warm and cozy apartment, on a cold, almost dark afternoon, freezing."

"Just for you." Your hand gently stroked his head, his small black locks.

It was unexpected, but the boy pushed himself forward, freeing his hands from the chains of the swing, taking a few small steps and hugging you. His small strength made you step back a little, but you recovered and continued stroking the boy's head.

That day, you took him to a 24-hour cafe. A misfit's paradise without company, perfect for the big day it was.

"Go ahead, order whatever you want, this will be our celebration," you smiled and pushed the boy into a seat, placing a paper menu in his hands.

It was a great night, with delicious and unhealthy food, a movie on the restaurant TV, small board games from your favorite manager and business owner.

And long conversations, jokes, and pointless ramblings.

Your phone received a few texts and a call. It was your family's butler, asking about your attendance.

A big party, being thrown by your father and your siblings, for their acquaintances and friends... you didn't fit in. Before, you had to attend, but now with your little brother, you have a perfect excuse.

You watched the boy smile and devour a plate of sweets.

Oh, it was like those days with your mother.

"Hey, ___, I have news for you." The boy appeared at your apartment. It became a habit for him to always visit you, in his free time, even after your time in the big brother program.

Even when the boy grew up, even when he found loving parents and siblings who appreciate him, he still visits you, even introducing you to his parents, who were kind to you, even inviting you to some of their get-togethers or parties.

You have a sneaky suspicion that if they could, they'd adopt you too. It's not that you were complaining; you loved that loving, large family, and your brother too.

You looked up from your computer and drew paper designs.

"What's up, sweetheart?" you called him by his nickname.

"Hey, stop calling me that, it sounds weird," he complained.

"Hahaha, sorry, I can't help it, it's funny to see you angry."

"You know what? Forget it," he pretended to back down and ignored you.

"Hey, come on... don't leave me with any doubts."

"Hmm, I'll do it, but you need to stop joking."

"Okay, okay, I'll stop." You shuffled your feet across the floor, moving your stroller to where the boy was sitting on the couch watching you.

"Well... my school is going on a field trip to the Metropolis Museum, and they've also organized some friendly soccer games with some schools from other cities." You could tell he was excited.

"Is that so? Well, it'll be a lot of fun, but make sure you don't get into trouble."

"..." You saw the boy squirm nervously in his seat, avoiding your gaze.

"What's up, what's that reaction?"

"Well, maybe I put your name down as a volunteer for the trip, and I'll assure my parents."

"Yeah, well, I hope you enjoy it... wait, did you put my name in it?" You were distracted, but after absorbing his words, you became alarmed.

"Yeah... well, I wanted to take a trip with you and my other siblings. They're coming too."

"I thought it would be fun," he said with a little hesitation.

You rubbed your fingers against your forehead, trying to relax and not explode.

Well, it wasn't a big sacrifice. You had your work at home. You could get ahead a bit, make deliveries quickly and finish some client orders, reschedule your schedule, make some calls, postpone, and stop accepting jobs.

Ah, just thinking about it exhausted you.

You looked angrily at the boy who smiled innocently.

"Ahhh, I'll go." That earned you a cheer. You even heard voices in the hallway; it was probably the other kids.

"But I need everyone's help to finish my work, or else I won't be able to go."

There were no protests, just hugs first from your favorite brother and then from the other children you grew attached to.

Damn, your time with children was spent talking to you. You even stopped picking verbal fights, the only ones you had left after leaving physical ones behind when Billy told you it was better to talk than to fight and settle things with blows.

Even when they drove you crazy, you promised to behave yourself with people.

"I heard your academy is going to Metropolis," Dick said curiously.

"Yeah, now they've decided they'll do programs to integrate different schools, to share bonds... and all that ridiculous stuff," Damian said without interest.

"Oh, come on, it'll be fun," Dick defended the idea.

"No, it won't be, even the games."

"Maybe they included you in that," Jason mocked the demon child's fate.

They only received a frown in response.

"Oh, haha, so it's true." Tim also took the new information with grace.

"Well, how about we all take advantage and go watch the games?" the oldest brother of the family suggested.

"What?"

"What?"

"You're joking, right?" It wasn't surprising that everyone reacted badly.

"Yeah, let's do it," the father of all the children, who had been listening silently, confirmed the idea. which ended in many complaints, but none of them managed to prevent the trip.

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The sacrifice of a poor soul

Well, maybe the whole family won't appear yet, but I want to give the reader a little development in this chapter. I think their entire dynamic is explained in this one. So, in the following ones, there will be more interaction and more story related to the comics and movies.

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Oh innocent soul

Oh withered flower

While you continue to wait with hope

Your loved ones sharpen their spears to stab you

And watch you bleed to death

Ever since you became self-aware, you knew one thing very well.

You were in a big world and you were just a little girl, but that wasn't the problem, well, not the one affecting you this time...

You hated yourself.

You didn't feel much love for who you were, your life, your appearance.

You thought that at some point there would be something better, and you waited for it with open arms.

You were on autopilot, oblivious to the time you wasted being capricious, hating yourself with every fiber of your being.

You didn't think of yourself as pretty or nice; you only saw a reflection in the mirror, a horrible one, one that reflected an insect, a freak.

Then you met him, the most handsome boy, an ethereal beauty, who was very kind, funny, and nice to you. It was like a dream. He was an angel, somewhat ironic because the day you met, when your eyes met for the first time, that boy was dressed like an angel: a baggy shirt with the top buttons unbuttoned, revealing his abdomen, also white pants, and wings with thin, fluffy feathers sticking out of his back.

He smiled at you, leaving a conversation with his friends who couldn't stop talking among themselves, pushing each other, and laughing.

But it only took a few minutes for you to reconsider. He was a radiant star in a sea of ​​​​little lights and dull stones, where you belonged. Ha, why would he smile at you?

You smiled, but not in response to the boy. No, tonight was your night. You wore a lot of makeup and a good costume. You were a total loser at this point, so you'd let go of your fears and enjoy the party, or try to, before running home scared.

And minutes later, fate believed it was time for your canonical event.

You met that boy dressed as an angel. What you thought was a one-night stand and flirtation turned into a friendship at school, and later into a relationship.

You were truly happy. You no longer looked in the mirror and saw every little imperfection.

You were no longer unhappy at home, no longer so alone. You had someone who truly cared about you.

For a socially marginalized girl, in her daily life and at home, reserved, introverted, difficult to understand. It was a dream, something wonderful.

A dream that later turned into a nightmare, and then you wished you'd never met this boy... he wasn't an angel, he was just a disguise.

"They say they cut out his heart while he was still breathing."

"Only a deranged mind could have done it."

It was the talk of the school; his death was shocking.

"I think he deserved it."

"Did you know the kind of person he really was? He deserves it."

You sighed, locked in the large closet in your room.

What did you do?

What a monster you've become!

"Get up, subject, we have a plan to put into action."

You turned a deaf ear to his words.

Your body didn't want to move, to leave your comfortable, warm state inside the darkness of your closet.

Curled into a ball, tormented by all your actions.

"How many people now? Ten people," you said in a weak, soft voice.

"Fuck, I ate my ex, his heart, and... I ended him." Your voice cracked.

"I truly loved him."

"And... and he gave me love, he gave me attention, happiness."

"Is that so? Don't forget what he did to you."

You froze.

Your sadness wavered.

"I'll break up with you at the concert and leave you alone at the concert."

His voice was mesmerizing; you couldn't turn a deaf ear, ignore it, or refuse to believe it.

His words were true, undeniable.

"He was the one who left you vulnerable to being kidnapped."

"He left you just like your family."

"Oh, come on. Now they're going to be mentioned too."

You wrapped your arms tightly around yourself, comforting yourself.

"Don't you see how devastated I am... why do you insist on making me suffer?" you sobbed sadly.

"I, I make you suffer, react, silly human."

His voice was now cynical, no longer holding any playfulness.

"None of them care about you, not your dear deceased love, not your family, not your friends, no one."

"Your true love, as you always mention in your head, made you suffer until the very end, even if you try to justify it."

"Your family, you were always the last person on their list. Not even they, with their great role as heroes, saved you."

"No one protected you from me, a demon, or from being sacrificed."

"I am all you have, the one who gave you another chance."

"Stop feeling sorry for them and think more about yourself."

"My first subject, one of the few survivors of my new world."

Harsh, cold words.

You stared at your food, with no appetite for the contents of the plate.

It was too sweet for you, but not in the way that it was something super delicious and after a few bites you couldn't eat anything else.

It was more like something unappetizing, a sour taste running down your throat every time you looked at the contents.

You felt full just looking at it, as if you'd just tasted something more delicious.

You played with your food, your fork moving from one side to the other, scattering food across the plate.

You felt lost, so out of yourself.

You were no longer able to recognize why you kept moving.

Why were you still alive?

It was silly to say, but the only person who had ever understood you, made you happy, the only one who stayed, made you feel loved... was gone.

You didn't have friends to keep you company in your free time or to be there for you in insignificant moments, people to talk to, laugh with, share profound things with, and have fun doing fun things with. You were alone, with no one to talk to.

You didn't have any family, it was cruel to say, difficult to acknowledge after so much time.

But you never had any family after your grandmother died.

Your mother was long gone, and some time later, your last caregiver, whom you loved so much, left... You were surrounded by serious, cold, emotionless faces.

Strangers who didn't see you as anything more than a passing presence.

"So I decided to skip school."

"I had a great role in the new play."

"I was lucky enough to buy one of the new unlimited series that were released."

"It was a difficult case, one that kept the whole department busy, but I managed to solve it."

"I got the perfect movie for our next movie day."

You didn't pay attention to the distant voices; it was probably a small meeting before dinner.

The loud thoughts screaming in your head were too powerful for you to focus on anything else.

The butler was still in the room, watching you eat.

Waiting for you to devour your plate, thank him, exchange a few words, and finally, disappear until the next meal.

That reminded you of when you were still a child, your grandmother watching you, convincing you to eat, always with a smile and a kind voice.

How she would give you a sweet after you finished your plate, how you would devour it on the house's old wooden porch, where you would watch the birds, the cars, and the people passing by.

You no longer had that happy moment where she would tell you little stories, stories that bore no resemblance to the ones you knew, but which you loved to hear, leaning on her lap, feeling the fabric of her skirt on your head.

She combed your hair, carefully, causing you to tingle and feel relaxed and calm.

You missed your mother's warmth, her smile, her warm touch, the time you spent together, the jokes you told, the silly things you shared every time she drove, her concern every time something changed in you.

She knew it instantly and was there with open arms, ready to wait for you.

You missed your home and the thousands of memories you had.

You missed the food cooked by the two women you loved most in your life.

Even... with their presence... with their cooking... you wouldn't have eaten it.

No, you couldn't, because now you were a monster... you were a horrible being, at the mercy of others just to keep breathing.

You pushed the plate away from your sight with trembling hands.

You looked down at the table.

How you wished it was all a dream and that you could wake up on your grandmother's lap, her waiting for you to get up to make dinner until your mother returned from shopping.

Please...

Please...

I don't want this nightmare...

You didn't stop begging.

But everything remained the same: the dining room, the dinner plate, the empty room, cold, devoid of familiarity and feelings.

You watched reluctantly.

Your gaze met the demon that was possessing you and slowly destroying you.

He only smiled, a sinister smile, full of hidden intentions.

He had the power, even though he was a small creature, a rare kind of black cat, with fangs, an arrow-tipped tail, and horns instead of ears.

Tim was exhausted.

He'd spent many days investigating his last case, adding his missions with his team and his work as a civilian at Wayne Company.

It had been an exhausting week.

Now all he needed was a little rest and a good meal for dinner.

The house had been empty since his brothers and their father had left a few hours earlier.

Alfred was in the laundry room, he deduced as much when he remembered the man carrying a basket of dirty clothes.

Then what he saw as he passed by the living room surprised him.

It was you, his sister, the one who didn't fight or take justice seriously, the quiet and strange girl in the family.

But it wasn't your presence that surprised him; it was the state you were in.

As if it were a horror movie.

You were hunched over the table, staring into space, concentrating your gaze on a single point, your long hair covering almost a large part of your face.

A gloomy air seemed to surround you; worse, you were alone, and you showed no signs of moving...

how long had you been in that state?

Before he knew it, you were already standing up, still hunched over, at a slow pace.

He watched as you left the dining room, appearing mesmerized as you continued on your way.

Curiosity was piqued.

Now what the hell was happening to you?

What are you up to?

Then he heard the front door open, slow footsteps, and the sound of the large door closing.

Now he didn't know if he should worry...

You had lost your boyfriend; that must have affected you, even if it wasn't a big enough deal to drive you crazy...

A little drama of yours, maybe...

Oh, actually, you were in trouble...

"Where are we going?" you asked with curiosity and fear.

"Ahgg, you're becoming more and more disappointing and pathetic."

"I can't let this continue."

Nervous was too small a word to describe what you felt.

You were walking down an unknown, dark path, full of danger, without a weapon or anyone to protect you, blindly following a demon.

A long walk led you to an abandoned building. Where many dangerous-looking men crowded the area.

Their gazes fixed on you, burning your body, displaying malicious smiles, swearing as compliments, and warnings about what they were planning to do to you.

You swallowed in fear.

"No... I don't think we should be in this place."

"Damn, I'm going to pretend I didn't hear you."

The little demon continued walking through the halls of the building, already annoyed by your cowardly and soft behavior. He didn't think that this behavior of yours would be a great impediment to his plans.

Because you can't be the same as the wild, sadistic, revenge-seeking girl you were the last two times.

That's why he brought you to this place.

The small pit of sin created by one of his former acquaintances who managed to get out of hell before him.

"Oh, it's you. I'm surprised to see you, especially with that appearance."

"Yes, yes, yes, save your words," he said reluctantly.

"ahaha you never change no"

Ignoring his words, he decided to continue with his plan. "Look, I didn't come here for a good meeting. Right now, I need this follower excuse to become stronger and less whiny."

"Oh, so you got a human?"

"Is there anything wrong with that?" he asked, no longer willing to put up with the annoying guy.

"Hey, calm down. I just think it's funny. You're a high-level demon, one of the favorites with a human."

"Haha, I think it's really funny. I even think it confirms the rumors."

The commotion stopped when a scream of intense pain was heard.

The demon only angrily moved his elongated tail away from the human-like demon's chest, who fell to the ground and tried to stay steady.

"Do you still believe those rumors?" he asked reluctantly.

Receiving nothing but a scared look, he walked away and returned to his human, who was distractedly staring at the large ring where two men were fighting.

"If you don't mind, I'll borrow your fighting space."

A massive punch came at your face. You luckily dodged it, but immediately another punch came at your body. You couldn't dodge it, and it hit you with great force.

A sharp pain ran through your body. A clean blow to your stomach knocked the wind out of you, leaving you sprawled on the floor, writhing.

"Get up and continue," the demon ordered.

You didn't; you tried to recover from the pain, but a kick landed directly in your stomach, knocking you a few feet from where you were lying.

The pain intensified.

With little strength, you tried to get up.

Muscular arms lifted you up and threw you to the other side of the ring.

You collided with a post, a very hard object that impacted your back, leaving your bones in severe pain.

You held onto the ropes that extended from the post to those next to you.

You needed to get out; you couldn't shovel.

"No... I can't," you cried, scared. Those blows were horrible.You didn't want to continue this crazy excursion.

"Get me out," you cried desperately.

"keep fighting ____"

Seeing the demon's refusal and no one from the cheering, screaming crowd tried to save you.

You pulled up the laces holding you up to throw you to the floor.

They grabbed your feet, a great force knocking you to the ground.

Your chest hit the floor hard, and your knees also took a heavy hit.

You tried to crawl, but the hands from before held you tight.

"Please stop... I give up," you begged again and again. It was your last way out. You received no response; the blows continued.

You ended up on the floor, trying to regain consciousness. Despite the pain, you tried to move.

This was a nightmare. You were feeling intense pain, just like that day...

That day, where everything changed, that day where thousands of stab wounds pierced your skin.

You looked at your skin, at your arms that must have had scars. There was nothing, it was smooth skin without imperfections. You were painfully aware that this torture wouldn't end quickly. Your body was healed despite the pain. You were sure that when you recovered, the blows would return.

You cried in helplessness, knowing what was next.

"Stop crying, that's why you're on stage."

"You were a coward, and I don't need a coward."

"I can't," you cried, frustrated.

"I can't do it, you should have thought of that."

"Ahhhhh," you were so angry.

Everyone wanted to see you in distress. The voices cheered and filled with joy.

No one ran to your aid, didn't they care? They only enjoyed your sacrifice.

They only used you.

They were destroying you.

Suddenly, something clicked.

You saw the blood on the floor, your blood coming out of your mouth and nose.

You were filled with rage.

At first, this demon forced you to do terrible things.

They wouldn't let you be miserable.

Your family is still the same shit as always.

Your damn friends are still top-notch hypocrites.

Everyone wants you dead.

They're thinking of sacrificing yourself again...

They want to kill you again...

You slammed your fists hard on the floor.

They turned red, and the pain made you stand up.

Carefully, still in pain, but with great anger and determination, you stood up.

You walked carefully toward where the woman you'd fought was strutting.

You grabbed one of her shoulders. With a strength you didn't know you possessed, you threw her across the room.

When the woman reacted, you prepared your fist and slammed it hard into her stomach, causing her to spit and gasp for air.

The screams peaked again. The smell of blood and sweat grew stronger, as did the alcohol.

The woman recovered again, but you were already ready, waiting for her attack.

You wouldn't dodge it; you would receive it and take advantage of it to take the woman with you.

You tasted the blood in your mouth with every blow.

There were blows, punches, kicks, intense lights on the stage, fierce screams, splattered blood.

"Haha, that's what I'm talking about, girl."

"Sniff... I'm so proud."

You regained control and threw the woman to the floor.

And with a great surge, your hand flew to her face before she could get up.

This left the woman lying on the floor.

A few minutes passed, and she didn't move.

Then everyone celebrated.

You had won.

It was a shame you couldn't end your feast another way.

"Wow, looks like we have a new threat in Gotham."

"Oh, a new partner."

"I don't think it's just Gotham that needs to be careful."

"Did you record it?"

"Yeah, dude, I did it. This will make us a lot of money," he smiled.

"Oh, wait until we make it public, it'll explode." He was very excited about his new content.

"Hey, kids, I told you, get out of this place."

The two teenagers ran away when the guards recognized them.

Wow, I just got back to my apartment, back to college, in a city a few hours away from home... and I feel like shit. Not even my adorable little four-legged companion helps me stop and forget about feeling miserable... damn, I miss my home and my family... It's even more damn now I think about all the bad things that can happen to my little company while I'm gone... I'm in a spiral...

[skay-ali]

Wild Girl

It's a prologue, based on a series that won't leave my head. Why the heck did they have to cancel it? Well, it's an idea, with which I come back or show that I'm still alive. Ahggg, college is killing me. I hope you enjoy it.

Okay, I love all the careless reader stories.

Now I can't get the idea of ​​a reader shipwrecked on a remote island with a bunch of strangers out of my head.

"Your last action was very strong," your father spoke coldly.

"Well, you shouldn't have done that," you protested angrily, still hurt by what you knew.

"I'm an adult, and your father, you can't dictate what I can or can't do."

"Please, seriously, are you going to say that?"

"You were a very disrespectful girl."

"And what are you? I don't think I'm at least what you are."

"___, stop responding to your father."

"Seriously, Mom, after what he did to you."

The woman remained silent and, with a serious face, didn't speak again.

"Pack your bags, I don't want to see you at home for a while." With those words, your fate was sealed.

"Ahhhh, you don't know how much I hate you," you screamed.

You went to your room, destroying many things, your eyes red and your throat burning from screaming.

On your trip, you didn't say goodbye to anyone.

It's not like any of your family had shown up when you drove to the airport. It was your punishment.

But what was supposed to be a retreat for troubled ladies turned into hell after the plane crashed and you were stranded on an island.

You spent horrible years. They weren't days, weeks, or months... they were years.

Years filled with pain, intense struggle, disappearance, and suffering.

Many of the girls you developed bonds with perished... each one falling.

It was funny how their families sent them to save them from their problems or correct them, only to end up exposing them to great danger and even harming them further.

Your skin was wasted, your pale color was now red from the burns, your hair was a mess, so much so that you had to braid it so it wouldn't get damaged too much, you even cut it, your lips were cracked, your clothes became so worn out that you and your companions had to make your own clothes.

You had to learn to hunt animals, gather food, and create shelters from time to time.

You had to make sacrifices and survive.

It was a miracle that when you lost hope, when you saw one of your last companions leave, her baby being carried by you, when you were so broken, desperate from the loneliness, the loneliness that increasingly surrounded each of the island's inhabitants.

Someone, a mysterious person, managed to spot them in the vast sea. They were saved... you, two traumatized girls, a baby without its mother, more than five corpses of innocent women with a life ahead of them that was snatched away from them.

It was an interview where you returned.

Everyone in the league was watching, interested in the story. Well, in part, it was because one of its members was very interested in the story, which closely resembled his past.

You were the only survivor who spoke. You and a baby by your side. You couldn't separate yourself from him. The psychologists and psychiatrists who examined you called him your attachment person.

All the anxiety, what you experienced, was controlled by your interaction with the little boy. You went crazy when they took him away, thinking about the thousands of dangers he could be plunged into.

You couldn't break your promise to the only person who ever truly loved you, the person who gave you comfort during your time on the island, who listened to you and tried to understand you. Your best friend, your sister.

"___ Welcome, it's a pleasure to have you on our show."

"Well, I'm glad to be here, especially so you'll stop being a nuisance with all your invitations," you joked.

The audience's laughter filled the room.

"You're one of the few survivors of the retreat trip, finding your light. Tell me how that whole journey felt."

You weren't planning on talking when you returned to the world.

Especially since no one cared when you were missing; they just left you for dead.

But you had to go against your story and take down the guitres who wanted to exploit your story and pain to the fullest to line their pockets.

"It was very hard, being a teenager with no experience surviving, in a place without internet, without adults, without food, a roof, or clothes."

"The girls, my classmates, had to do terrible things to survive," you looked emotionlessly at the camera.

They were difficult memories.

The questions continued; you were reserved about some, very open about others.

You were giving people what they wanted.

"Tell me, do you think there's someone to blame?"

"What?"

"Yes, the plane failed, right? Surely someone was to blame."

"The truth is, I don't know." "It was something that happened quickly. I was on autopilot for a long time, trying to believe it was all a dream, that I wasn't on an island."

"But I'm sure of one thing: my father, my own father, was the one who sent me to this nightmare."

"He'll probably defend himself by claiming it was punishment, but it was his pride."

"It was my mother's fault. She accepted that my father would punish me just because I tried to defend his pride."

"It was easier for her than having to deal with her daughter, as she had done before."

"It was my brothers' fault. They never cared about what was wrong with our father. To them, I was the one who was wrong."

"While my fellow islanders are now with their families, overcoming their trauma, I am alone."

"I left society alone and am returning to society alone."

"Your family still hasn't contacted you?" You just denied it.

It was done.

It was only a matter of time before the internet discovered your true identity.

You didn't care anymore.

The press would have someone else to harass.

You needed to heal, find a new life, find a place, and keep your promise.

Take care of the only memory of your friend.

If looks could burn, Batman, the famous millionaire Bruce Wayne, would be burning from the fire in his companions' eyes.

It turns out someone did recognize you, or rather, your new fan, the other millionaire with plenty of resources to investigate your identity within the group, who decided to look for you out of self-interest, more compassion for your story, a need to help you that arose within Green Arrow.

To him, you were just a girl who went through the same horrors as him. He knew you needed help.

That harsh image on television wasn't the real thing. You were burying your feelings, and that would end you at some point.

But Oliver didn't stay silent when he found out about you. It was a huge outrage, because you could have avoided everything if only your family hadn't interfered in your life.

You could have spent a mini-vacation on an island if only your father, who had a lot of resources, had noticed and desperately searched for you.

He exploded in anger at his crime-fighting partner.

The truth was revealed to all his other companions, who also didn't react well.

Then reality hit Bruce. You, the girl who thought you escaped because of your last fight, in an instinct of rebellion.

In reality, you didn't. You ended up in a dangerous place, defenseless, waiting for someone to save you.

He was a hero, but more than that, your father. Even so, he left you to rot on an island, without knowing it.

"Hey, do you think we'll ever get off this island?" a redheaded girl asked.

"I wish I could say yes, but that possibility is becoming more and more impossible."

You looked at your friend. It was her last piece of clothing in good condition; she was the only one still wearing it, an explicit agreement to protect her and her baby.

"That's so sad. A group of girls arrive on an island and die, leaving only their corpses." Autumn lowered her voice sadly.

"Don't say that. You're supposed to be the positive one." You took your friend's hand and squeezed it.

You felt like everything was ending, the world was collapsing around you.

"But it's true, what awaits us, what awaits my baby." You didn't say anything; you shed tears of pain, sadness, and hopelessness.

So did your friend. You approached the woman, carefully placing your face against her chest, trying to comfort yourself, to comfort your friend.

She did the same, wrapping her arms around you.

"I think... I think... when your little person is born, she'll have a great mother, a great island paradise, and many aunts who will give her love."

"I don't think I'm going to see her grow up."

"What are you talking about, Autunm? Of course you'll see her grow up."

"I don't know. I feel like it won't be like that."

"Well, it will be. Just trust me."

"___"

"Autunm, no, please don't continue."

"No, ___, you have to listen to me."

"You were one of the few most likely to continue living."

"You have her too, so stop."

"We don't believe in fake dreams."

"They're not fake."

"I need you to take care of it." He pointed at his stomach.

"No."

"No?"

"No, because you'll do it. Don't leave me with a big burden," you protested angrily.

"Yes, I think I will." "But only if..."

"I'll take care of it, only if..."

[skay-ali]

The sacrifice of a poor soul

Prólogo

"Is it safe?" You hesitated, reflecting on the proposal from a few minutes ago.

"Oh, come on, you only live once, well, twice in your case." His voice was delicate, charming, with your guard down, capable of intoxicating any unhappy man or woman.

Your humanity was fading; you were certain. You no longer recognized yourself. As much as you repulsed the things your new partner made you do, you had no other options. Besides, a part of you had also begun to love the things you did.

You wanted to shed tears; you were filled with fear and anxiety. Paralyzed.

"Ohh, you're going to cry again," came a condescending tone, followed by a laugh.

"Just do it, do it, do it, do it," I chanted playfully.

"Don't play the victim. You've done it before."

With that, thousands of clips flooded your mind again: replays of what happened after you freed yourself, how you exacted your revenge, the screams of terror that served as music, along with pleading and whimpering, the smell of blood in the air, sharp claws scything through your attackers, desperate pleas before a deafening silence.

Finally, bodies with no trace of life, full of scratches, dried blood, pale faces, chests without a single vital organ, without a heart.

You didn't feel your body move, it just happened. Your muscles and bones didn't follow orders; they automatically headed toward your destination.

"This will be fun," you heard the creature laughing nonstop.

You smiled too. Somehow, your fear vanished. Now you felt nothing but a latent excitement to get back on your feet.

"Did you need me?"

Wow, was he that naive?

"It affected you so much that I changed you," the boy continued, with an air of grandeur.

Wow, what white skin and full lips.

"The mouse ate your tongue. I see you're still the same." He walked carefully to where you were watching him, your body motionless.

"But that's your charm, isn't it? Being a complacent little mouse who only wants love." His hand roughly took your chin.

Wow, he really does look like a big, bad wolf.

"We can't go back now. What kind of person would I become if I ever had to repeat my meal?" he continued carelessly.

"But... I think we can keep it a secret."

You didn't think twice and threw your jacket to the floor. Earning a big, toothy smile from the blond boy.

You looked into his eyes, innocent and with sparkling eyes.

Slowly, you undid each button on your blouse. With each button dangling in the air, the boy came closer.

When you finished, you knew it was enough, even with his hands running over different parts of your frozen body.

You opened your mouth, revealing fangs that grew in seconds, and claws on your fingers dug into your victim's neck and back.

You were quick, lowering your head to his chest, where you sank your teeth.

Wow, what a delicious food you got yourself.

Was it poetic justice?

To kill the love of your life, steal his heart, and destroy him swiftly, like he did to you.

You were just giving him what he deserved. You breathed calmly in your seat, your hands shielding your face from the light as you thought.

Then you felt warmth, happiness, a new light; you felt alive.

A small smile formed on your lips, then giggles came out.

Your body shuddered.

You burst out laughing.

"See, I told you, it was for the best." The other being followed you at your moment.

Your hands left your face downcast, and you looked back at the landscape.

The big car kept moving, on its way to its next destination. The lifeless gray sky let a few rays of sunlight pass through, entering the car and illuminating it in some places.

It was a tense dinner. After news of what had happened at the prestigious school you attended spread, everyone was alarmed, even your extended family.

Without interest, you paid all your attention to your plate.

You played with your fork, moving the food around.

It looked appetizing; it surely tasted exquisite. Alfred prepared it because it wouldn't.

So why didn't you devour it completely?

Easy, it disgusted you. Maybe it tasted passable to your new palate, unlike fresh meat, much less human meat.

But your demon didn't like the idea of ​​consuming disgusting human food, so it made you dislike it either.

Besides, you were already full from your afternoon meal.

"Are you going to the funeral, Tim?" one of your sisters asked.

That caught your attention.

His dear business friend would be attending the funeral.

"I have to go. His family is partners in the company. It would be best if we all went, to keep up appearances and not lose the family."

"Miss ___, my deepest condolences." The butler asserted his condolences and patted your back, which brought the hectic scene to a halt.

Uneasy glances settled on your body.

"For?" You bowed your head without interest.

"For young Koch... her boyfriend."

"You were dating his sister," Estefany asked, shocked.

"I thought they already knew about Tim," you spoke listlessly. Anyone who noticed would think you were in mourning.

"I didn't think it was important."

"It isn't. He broke up with me after getting what he wanted."

"Who would have thought, that bastard had his perfect ending." You leaned back in your dining room chair.

You didn't hold back your happiness.

"But don't worry, Alfred. My heart's already healed from the breakup, so forget the condolences for my destroyed relationship."

"___, I don't think he knows about your... relationship."

"Isn't that right? Then what are they for?" You weren't naive; they were surely words for your dear love. But he didn't ask you to care less; they were better as words of condolence for you and your former teenage love.

"For your deceased boyfriend, silly," your younger brother replied irritably.

"Ahh, it was so bad that he died."

You shocked the family, even when you left your plate full of food. Your words were so serious, confident, carefree, self-centered, and cold.

They weren't polite, peaceful, emotional, selfless, and weak words.

Something truly strange was happening to you.

It was unsettling, filled with concern for those present, some more than others.

"I thought you and your family weren't on good terms."

"Why do you think that's not the case?" you questioned the demon.

"Just now you seemed a little cold, but close."

"Ahhggg, that's how it's supposed to be, at least to the average person." You left your uncomfortable bed with displeasure.

It felt uncomfortable, difficult to relax and rest.

"Dirty human, you're comparing me to the other worms," ​​you heard him go wild, which brought an amused smile to your face.

"Relax, I was just joking. The truth is, I'm nothing more than a pretty but forgotten object in the mansion," you said listlessly.

You checked if the armchair in your room was suitable, but it wasn't either; the fluffy carpet was much worse. You rolled your body and ended up under your bed—almost, but still not the right one.

"Besides, it's easier to please them, to make them believe everything is fine, rather than showing my anger and making them decide to annoy me."

You left the dark, cramped place that was the hole under your bed.

You paused for a moment before remembering a place you hadn't checked yet. You gathered your blankets and pillows, piled them with difficulty in your arms, and carried them with you.

"So the cute, trembling, and meek little mouse is a fake?"

"Uhhh, not entirely. I actually preferred to stay that way to avoid chaos. That included my family too."

You opened your closet door. It was made of mahogany, with elegant and precise carvings.

You examined the closet with your eyes. You came to the conclusion that it was perfect.

Closed, dark, difficult to monitor, they wouldn't find you easily, and by giving you a few minutes' notice, they'd prepare you to attack quickly.

"So, I've thought about it, and I guess it wasn't so bad that I joined your miserable life."

"Is that how you think?" you asked curiously; it was a strange way of thinking.

You carefully arranged the blankets and pillows in the closet; luckily you got in, and there was still room to spare.

"Of course, now you won't keep your feelings to yourself. You don't need to because you can show what you're capable of and no one will object, not with my power."

"Your former ritual partners were an example."

Your face distorted at the mention of those people.

"Then your boyfriend."

"Ex-boyfriend," you interrupted.

"Well, that inferior being, you were able to get your revenge."

"What you're trying to say is that you're good to me, and that I need you more than you need me," you summarized the demon's long words.

"Exactly, it seems you can think like a human."

"Well, I don't have this brain for nothing," you pointed to your head.

"I think I'm starting to notice."

Carefully, you pulled out the dagger you kept in a box inside one of your small stuffed pillows. You placed the sharp object near your legs, right where the boards were, so they covered the back of the closet.

With this, no one will know what happened if they dare to harm you.

"So what's the plan?" you questioned the demon. It had materialized, turning into a little thing with a body, two arms, and two legs, a rather long tail with an arrowhead, and two little horns. "

First, gather forces, gather allies, or rather slaves, prevent my number one enemy from taking over my world and destroying it."

The creature wandered in its thoughts, speaking excitedly as it settled into your lap, just like a cat, but you didn't dare comment; you didn't want to earn its wrath.

"Finally, by finishing off the heroes, I will conquer all!"

Just as its evil monologue ended, you saw it fall exhausted into your lap. It seems it had fallen asleep.

Ha, it seems you have a lot to do.

You didn't expect to take this path, but you had no other choice.

Technically, you were dead.

This demon is the only one who ever cared about you.

You assume you owe him loyalty and service.

[skay-ali]

Part of the family

Soldier

A spy suffers a 90-degree turn after a mission, resulting in her being forced to hide from potential threats. Luckily, there's a secret base in a small town full of friendly, normal people. The possibility of having a normal life runs through ___'s mind. After all, no one would suspect her, and all the townspeople are normal.

Prologue

Be cold and calculating.

Play and win.

Never let your guard down.

You've been taught since you can remember to be the best, to take advantage of your strengths and talents, to do things you wouldn't have imagined under other circumstances.

You were weak, you recognize it. You weren't born a prodigy, you weren't even outstanding; you were normal. Your destiny was defined long ago: a simple life, without great dangers except for the occasional villains who attacked the city.

A job, a family, friends, and great times awaited you...

Oh, that's how it was meant to be.

Life took a big turn, your destiny changed.

The innocent, smiling, dreamy girl was left behind.

You had to grow up; your new tutor imposed it on you.

Toys were replaced by training in fighting and endurance.

Colorful clothing became dull, without extravagant decorations; simple but practical became essential.

Time spent in front of the television changed to time immersed in books about history, science, literature, and math.

Your time playing with children your age, whom you called friends, was now spent learning conversations with experts in different areas or with children who trained like you.

Now you looked in the mirror and analyzed how much you had changed.

You didn't recognize yourself.

And it wasn't just the blood that covered you.

Your body changed. You had muscles that were the result of constant training. Your once enormous eyes, full of color and light, had become dull. You wore a frown almost always on your face, unless you used your charms out of necessity.

You had a gun in your hands, held them securely, without hesitation.

You did your job without question. Spy, infiltrate, and eliminate targets. Disappear before a hero appeared and judged you with his authority.

You weren't afraid. The bodies lying around you, the broken things in the room, the deadly and heavy silence, for you now it was normal, part of your daily life.

"Congratulations, angel." Your boss gave you his usual smile, looking at you for a few seconds before returning to his computer, located on the left side of his desk.

"You continue to fill me with pride." He wasn't looking at you anymore, his interest focused elsewhere. Still, he emphasized the profound words that served as a warning, disguised as a compliment.

"We wouldn't expect anything less from our greatest weapon," another voice congratulated you as you walked alone down the hallway, under many stares.

"You're more capable than a hero," your friend told you, well, the only person who came closest to that title.

If you were the best.

If you were a source of pride.

If you were a weapon, invincible.

Because now you were running.

Hurt, tired, scared.

Your humanity and fragility had returned in an instant, with your final victim of the mission assigned to you. You hesitated, letting a life take its course.

As a result, a series of events unfolded that ultimately brought you down.

You found yourself desperately fleeing for your life. With a severe wound, no strength, with dangerous people after your head, with no help from anyone.

You persevered.

You stopped trembling, hiding in a dilapidated, abandoned building.

You treated your abdominal wound with what you found and made a plan.

No one would save you but yourself.

You traveled through some temporary places, staying for a short time, in the darkness.

Carefully finishing off your hunters, like a snake waiting for the perfect moment to strike, coiling your body around them when they were most unaware, planting poison or a weapon in a vital spot, your hands acting delicately yet deadly.

You hid alone, with memories of your training, huddled in silence, carefully planning your moves. You carefully remembered your mother, oh your beloved mother, how you missed her.

Everything became miserable when your mother died.

Now, you lost your life, your direction, again.

You searched and searched. Until you found your final destination, your new path.

A small town.

One last stop in Metropolis, a few hours of travel, and you would arrive.

You would have a new life, a normal girl, who decided to live in the countryside, far from the busy city.

A town with few inhabitants, brimming with kindness and smiling residents. A town lacking danger and villains.

With few memorable moments, like the one about a small meteorite that fell more than 20 years ago in a field and that no one ever saw because it disappeared upon landing.

You created a quiet life, working in different jobs, such as gardening, restaurants, cafes, grocery stores, clothing stores, anything a new worker could do.

One of those jobs, a delivery job for a hardware store, led you to meet an older woman who still had a good, very pleasant experience, with a strong character in a good way, with serene smiles and a kind attitude.

It was like seeing your mother again.

You stayed close to this woman, she accepted, inviting you into her life. She treated you like family in no time.

This woman gave you two jobs, one as a helper on her farm and another as a nanny for her beloved grandson, something you were hesitant to accept, but her strong insistence was stronger, and you finally agreed.

Also, in a strange way, you met her... son, or distant relative? Well, it was strange, especially because the role a boy your age played in the family and with the woman you grew fond of was never fully explained. But he was a nice guy, even with his confident and somewhat self-centered attitude. You wouldn't lie, his flirtations were something new to you. They brought a smile to your face, with a hidden bit of sadness... you missed that too.

It didn't take long for the woman to introduce you to her other family, friendly and kind people, people who also accepted you.

It was a new beginning.

A new normal.

Right?

You just had to improve the strong attachment to the family you spent most time with in the village.

It was a small attachment, a lack of understanding of limits.

A typical mistake made by people from a small town in the middle of nowhere.

Their traditions and customs will overwhelm you.

Nothing unusual.

Right?

You'd solve it?

Of course you would...?

"Oh my girl, come, come sit down, it's time for our family dinner."

"___, ___, sit next to me."

"You promise never to leave ___, it's a pinky promise."

"Best brothers, forever."

"Honey, how about this dress and this outfit? They're cute."

"They'll look great on you. Oh, but what am I saying? They'll all look great on you."

"My little girl, it's best if you stay home; the world is too dangerous for you."

"I'll take care of everything."

"What are you saying? Hide what's between us, love... the family will love to hear it, they'll burst with happiness."

"Don't think about it too much, no one will be able to separate us in the end."

[skay-ali]

The Magician and the princess

1

Days passed, and you carried on with your life, balancing your position at court, serving the emperor alongside other magi, and on the other hand, taking care of Philomel, escaping your duties to spend time playing with the little princess.

In your strange new life, spending time with Philomel kept you sane.

You escaped from your life defined by this reality. Even though you already had your own story and destiny, the daughter of a noble family with many illegitimate children, you were also an illegitimate child, born from an adventure, a promising child, possessing a great amount of mana, a puppet for your family, a child who always wanted to please those around her, searching for the love she could never have.

Those vague memories lingered in your head, throughout your childhood and much of your adolescence. Some of them were painful, but at the same time, they weren't. You weren't that little girl. You had your own memories, growing up in a world filled with technology, without magic or fantastic creatures. A world where technology and capitalism predominated, politics were between presidents and ministers, there was no monarchy. Royalty was just a useless role, an image for the people, a role that was almost extinct.

You went to school, graduated, studied at university, and had a family that loved you... you weren't a promising magical girl from a noble family.

So it was a surprise when your "family" wanted to intervene in your life. The same family you hadn't seen in a long time since you were put to work with the castle wizards, according to all your memories.

It was funny to you how they decided to appear now.

Did they want to use you? Do they want you as one of their new pieces on their board? Are they going to take advantage of your position and the fame you gained with your spells?

You saw an adult man and an elderly woman standing before you.

They were talking, their lips moving nonstop, their faces filled with seriousness, lacking kindness, a great darkness surrounded them, everything around them felt oppressive.

You felt their gazes full of reproach, things they judged about your new appearance and way of dressing.

A part of you felt fear, terror, and a lot of anxiety. They had power over you, the old you. On the other hand, the current you felt nothing but annoyance. They were like mosquitoes that decided to fly around you, bothering you, until you squashed them once and for all and ended their existence...

"We followed you to this point, we didn't do it for anything, nothing has changed."

They'd finally reached the part where they discredited you with their many spit-out words.

They expected you to follow them blindly, without objecting, returning a favor they believed you owed them.

"So?" You interrupted the couple before they continued their grand monologue. You crossed your arms, looked straight ahead, and maintained a firm stance, showing no weakness.

"..."

"What an insolent girl. Not only do you act arrogantly, but you also dare to interrupt me." You saw the woman scrunch her face into a grimace as she clenched her hands tightly.

"I really am, aren't I?" You downplayed your actions.

"I think you're forgetting your manners, ____" The neatly dressed man, in clothes that screamed expensive, maintained a more serious demeanor, seemingly intimidating.

You followed his example, also maintaining a serious demeanor, challenging the man to whatever game he was trying to include you in.

But you hesitated. For a moment, the man showed a small smile and triumphant eyes, as if he knew something important, something that brought back a feeling of past fear, along with a past memory of the same situation, a girl terrified by the same look.

"Everything you've achieved, you did so with our influence. Don't try to rebel."

"I refuse..." I interrupted the man before he could continue with his threats.

Yes, you felt fear. The part of you that belongs to this world, or rather, your memories, tells you to give in, follow orders, and everything will be fine. But you won't do that. You're a woman of a modern world, one who survived college and managed to graduate, who didn't fall into an early marriage or motherhood, no matter how attractive it may sound, but rather into the desire for lots of money.

"What did you say?"

"Are you deaf? I'm already old enough. I'm not going to follow their orders, much less an idea that goes against the sun of the empire."

It was time to cut ties with a family that only uses others as pawns, a family where the "pure blood" use others, believing themselves to be the best, where it's not difficult to discard a person like garbage.

Under other circumstances, you would have followed their orders, not for any special reason, just to avoid general inconvenience. It was like giving food to a dog to stop it from barking. Under other circumstances... not this one, not after they want to involve the princess in their games for the power of the empire, using you and the friendship you formed with Philomel, a pure and selfless friendship, the one you took so long to form.

"Now you're not only acting like a rebellious child, but you're also pretending to care about the princess."

"Do they really think I'm stupid? Your friendship with the princess, or any relationship you've created with the girl, I know very well that it was out of self-interest, to get something good out of it."

"I know you very well, always wandering in the shadows, moving slowly, manipulating with extreme care, planning again and again to achieve your whims."

"I admit it, my reputation precedes me," you easily accepted her accusations.

"But judge me... I was just... a child," you spoke again. You weren't going to give her the pleasure of being right, not without first speaking her truth to her face.

"A child who does the impossible to find love, who follows orders without a second thought, all out of an almost desperate need to find warmth and love in a ruthless family," you spat firmly, giving your false relatives a harsh look.

"Anyone in my situation would become a dog, crawling and following orders, for a pat on the head, or even a hug, even a little nickname full of affection."

"But I grew up, and I'm not that child anymore... I think it's time you look for another puppet, although it won't be necessary, at the rate you're going... there won't be any puppets within your reach."

"Their crimes will catch up with them."

You're done here, you've made things clear.

You left the room where they cornered you a few minutes ago. What a waste of time, they ruined your day.

Maybe it sounds narcissistic, but I think the princess is just like your old self from the story, in some ways.

All the more reason to feel the need to take care of her, protect her from bad people, much more so from her supposed father, the emperor.

The room fell silent.

The two figures left inside stared at each other for a moment, their rigid, serious faces showing that nothing had gone as they had hoped.

Golden eyes peering out of one of the windows continued to observe the unfolding scene for a few seconds before turning away.

There was no longer any reason to spy.

He believed he had obtained the necessary information.

"Phil," you ran happily toward the little girl. Seeing her always brought a smile to your face.

You opened your arms as you approached, and the little girl walked a little closer to you.

"You're late," you looked at her, pouting.

"Well... I had to deal with some bugs," you avoided calling the people from a moment ago family. "You saw me, no, finish them off."

"A scene that didn't go unnoticed while I was looking for you for being late."

"You see what I had to go through. How about you give me a hug to comfort me?" You continued to hold your arms open.

You saw the little girl hesitate, and you moved a little closer, but she avoided you. So you played along, chasing her with open arms while the little girl tried to avoid you. It was a fun moment where the two of you smiled with amusement, without worries or annoyances.

You caught the little girl, lowered yourself to her level, and gently hugged her. She smiled. After a few moments, she willingly accepted the hug and wrapped her arms around your body.

Still holding her, you stood up and walked from one place to another. You dragged her along like a stuffed animal. It was time to start her little party.

"Phil, who's your friend?"

You thought you'd spend a quiet day with little Phil, without worrying about the plot, your position as a magician, or even the consequences your family would face for your rebellion.

But it turns out the universe decided to screw you over and send a character straight from the story to your precious party.

The little... blond boy, oh dear, you forgot his noble title. What you clearly remembered was that the boy was Phil's current fiancé.

Your feelings for the boy were complicated. On the one hand, he tried to take advantage of Phil's childish attitude in the past, of course, on the orders of his strict father. On the other, he had his small redemption, as you recall. He began to form a slow but healthy friendship with Phil. That's all you remember.

It's a shame his title and name aren't.

"___, this is Nassar."

You nodded, showing all your attention to the little girl.

She looked adorable in her dress and her hair up, even with her signature loose lock.

"Nassar Avrydon, nice to meet you, miss..."

"Just ___, okay, and the pleasure's mine," you smiled. He was a boy, but you could tell how well-behaved he was.

You felt hands wrap around your arm. When you looked down, you noticed Philomel pressed against you. It was strange because just a few moments ago she'd been sitting next to you.

Well, that was until the girls stood up to welcome Philomel's fiancé.

Ah, you just noticed. Even a little girl is engaged, and you had nothing, not even friends... Your social life sucks, in this world too.

"It would be nice to join us, Young Avrydon." It was clear the boy was excited to see the princess.

But it was strange, because this time Phil wasn't much of a part of the interactions with the blond boy. In the story, she tries to maintain a friendship with Nassar, all so the boy wouldn't hate her and because he was never her fiancé.

Which is silly, because Philomel was the one who made the engagement possible. It's possible the real Princess Ellensa never proposed, perhaps in her adulthood or never, because I could meet another boy or young man in that moment.

"Of course, I'd love to, miss."

You could have stolen that filter she uses, delicate and formal words. Gestures and movements that screamed elegance and nobility.

Your world of informality has truly ruined you. You sat in one of the garden chairs, surrounding a round table with a large umbrella in the center.

It was a hot day, so you indulged yourself by creating frozen desserts you remembered from your world, even a strawberry-flavored slushie.

"Go ahead and enjoy."

You watched the children carefully eat sweets from the table.

Their faces showed great surprise as they tried a bit of what they had, then you watched them lose their surprise and happily devour your desserts.

Such cute children! They happily devoured your treats, carefree, and you felt proud... Wait a minute... two children, dessert, magic... you're supposed to be the witch! It was just like Hansel and Gretel, in some ways.

"These desserts are delicious. I've never tasted anything like this before." Nassar lost the composure he had a moment ago. Sweets are capable of achieving impossible things. You were glad to see him acting like a child; it became uncomfortable for you to see children, young people, and adults acting the same way.

"That's right," you smiled with happiness and tenderness at the sight of their cheeks filled with desserts.

You even noticed the small brain freezes the two children had as they ate so much ice cream so quickly. Their grimaces were amusing.

"And you, Phil, did you like what I made?"

"They're delicious, ___, as always, you're the best." His voice was soft, his lips curled into a small smile.

"Ahhh, how sweet they are, children." You had to cover your face out of embarrassment and emotion at the words the children had spoken to you.

The day was beautiful.

Just you and two small children relaxing in the garden.

No worries.

No threats.

No annoying relatives.

It was a peaceful day.

"Are you a castle wizard?" the boy approached you after exchanging an adorable conversation with Philomel.

You watched them from time to time; the two of you chatted about different things, like books you'd read, noble affairs, politics, although that was rare.

But you also saw them talking about their tastes, what a beautiful day it was, banal, meaningless things that somehow made the moment more enjoyable. You even saw them smile. You couldn't help but join in at times, with quick comments, until the children paid more attention to you.

"Yes, you could say so," you hesitated at his question. They called you a prodigy when you arrived, but then you faced competition that surpassed you. When you realized it, you became mediocre, you even stopped trying. You were left aside long ago, confined to doing work at your desk, surrounded by documents.

Not that you were complaining.

"...."

"Could you say so?" Phil spoke curiously; your words took her by surprise. You watched her rest comfortably on your lap.

Lately, she'd become more affectionate. You weren't quite used to it, but you weren't complaining either.

That's what girls and even boys were like: affectionate, dreamy, full of energy and happiness. Well, they change at some point, but not to become adults out of nowhere; that greatly affects their growth and development. A clear example is young people and adults, crazy for power, people fascinated by studying others, calculating, and unhappy. The manhwas already proved it.

The best thing is love and support, so as not to raise a psychopath or sociopath.

You gently stroked his hair, running your fingers through his soft brown locks, the sun making them shine a little.

"Well, lately I stopped doing fieldwork, and they left me the bureaucratic part of filling out paperwork," you said without interest.

"Is that so?" Nassar spoke again. "I've heard your name before; many have mentioned you as a promising young magician."

"Wow, those words... you make me seem like a great person," you mocked the boy innocently.

"You believe those words? Do you think I'm promising in magic?" You feigned seriousness when you saw the boy.

You watched him remain silent for a moment; he was very thoughtful. Didn't he want to upset you? That was considerate of him.

"Actually, I think she's a promising mage, but with her recent words, I don't know what to think anymore." You saw him play with his hands and a little blush on his cheeks, it seems that you made him nervous.

You should improve your attitude. In this world, you end up creating discomfort instead of security and sympathy.

"Hey, that's very nice of you."

You carefully extended your other free hand and brought it closer to the boy sitting near you. You also stroked his hair, just like you did with Phil.

To your surprise, the boy didn't feel uncomfortable or object; instead, he accepted your display of affection.

"You're a true gentleman."

"Let's keep this a secret." You gave the two boys a knowing look.

"Actually, I am a great magician," you admitted self-centeredly.

"But there are evil people who want to take advantage of my power, which is why I must keep a low profile."

You're a great liar. You saw the children easily believe you.

Well, you weren't lying if there were vile beings trying to use you, but in reality, you were too lazy to work.

Two children were worried when they heard you.

Phil easily understood what you meant; he'd met those people before, and he didn't like them at all.

Now that he's made sure you weren't a threat, he even notices the affection you have for her. She's started to accept you; you've become a part of her life. The possibility that you might move away or be in danger worries Philomel greatly.

Philomel realized over time that she had a huge problem knowing her future. She had a meticulous and calculated plan to avoid it and save herself. Amidst all the desperate reality of her life, having you was the best thing she could have; you became her safe place, even if it's a bit hard for her to accept.

That's why she couldn't afford to let you go.

Nassar was also worried. Ever since Philomel showed a change, he noticed many new things in her. She was calmer, and she confessed that she wanted him to live his life as he pleased.

I never expected to meet you, a castle mage.

I also didn't expect to know that you knew the princess and that she cared deeply for you. Philomel's attitude toward you was different from what he knew now. She was more lively with you, also affectionate, as she had been with him before.

But it only took him an afternoon to get to know you. And a couple of days of small get-togethers for him to warm up to you.

You were a good person, lively, who cared about others. You did so when he appeared out of nowhere uninvited. You had a welcoming attitude.

You accepted him into your small circle, if you could call it that. You invited him again afterward, and again, without stopping.

The few visits became constant. His father was happy when Nassar lied to him, saying he was just going to play with Philomel. He also went to play with you and Phil.

I truly appreciated being able to spend time with the two of you.

It felt good; something in his heart felt fuller, as if a void had been replaced.

When you stroked his head, he was very surprised, but he didn't push you away. It was one of the few moments where someone showed him affection, even with a small gesture. He was desperate to feel it again.

He's beginning to understand why Philomel spends so much time with you and why he speaks so highly of you.

He envied you at first for taking Phil's attention away from him; now that he's met you, he no longer considers you a threat.

You were the only thing he needed, along with Phil.

He couldn't think of anything bad happening to you; he couldn't lose the second person who showed him true love, affection without commitment, a love that controlled him. You never asked him for anything, not as his family.

It was ridiculous for him to entertain this idea... but, lately, he liked deluding himself with the idea that you were his true family.

But that was a secret.

The universe kept bothering you lately.

It wasn't just throwing your true story in your face anymore.

Now it insisted on throwing different characters at you.

You were lucky at first; you met Nassar, Phil's fiancé, a boy in a complicated situation with his family as you recall, and he also had his moment of redemption with the little princess, his first friend or something like that.

Then there was the lady-in-waiting, or butler, who looked after Phil. Although you also forgot her name.

But today... today was the worst.

You met the Emperor's right-hand man.

Not just the ashen-haired count, but also the Emperor himself.

The man who requested an audience with you.

It took a lot of strength to look at him without showing a frown or a look of hatred.

Much more to keep from hurling a thousand insults at him. And you barely entered the small audience.

You prayed to the gods of this universe and yours to take care of you, begged them to give you all the willpower not to kill this bastard.

I don't know if I'm succeeding in creating the little platonic yanderes. But they won't be the only ones. There will be yandere love interests. I'll include them somehow, even if it doesn't take long to introduce them or if it ends disastrously. I'll try it out!

[skay-ali]

The Magician and the princess

Live again. Repeat everything.

A new you.

That was supposed to happen... you had your isekai moment, you ended up in a new world, you thought you would live an adventure with what this new world gave you, a life where you would give the least of yourself, one full of small adventures and laziness.

The fewer things you do the better, just you in a nice place lying down, the grass of some meadow, the branch of a large tree even in the sand of a beach.

You couldn't fulfill your dream, unfortunately you had something else more important to do.

You were a noble woman in this world... your duties were not the problem.

You had magic, you didn't have a big goal of being the best magician or anything like that.

There was an internal war in your family, you didn't really care about that either.

There was a girl, the daughter of the king or the emperor, you don't remember her title well, only the little girl.

How can we not remember that girl, little Philomel, the false princess... A repetitive story of royalty, with many questionable parts.

But you felt affection for the girl, to think that since she found that book her life changed, she was no longer the spoiled and spoiled girl who only wanted her father to see her, to tell her that he really loved her, you saw her change, to be a new girl terrified of her future, who lived each of her days with anguish hoping that they would not kill her, a strategist and actress by obligation, by survival.

You cried, in fact you became depressed when reading her story, much more knowing that not even her real parents felt anything for her, in the end the girl settled and accepted that she would not have love from her family.

And yet she continued in that place, where her childhood ended abruptly, only to save a false father who never tried to be her father when she was a child, and the real protagonist.

Well Philomel made his decisions, many at the expense of a new future and his happiness, for people who were nothing.

And here you go, a promising castle mage.

Ready to become her friend... or something like that, you were much older than her and your feelings were to save her from her agony, to be what she never had.

A mother or an older sister, you didn't care what she chose, you just wanted to be with her, to be her rock as she goes through her entire stormy future.

"Princess Philomel" you bowed giving him a bow.

You smiled kindly and acted elegantly, you practiced it non-stop.

You had to behave in a good way, earn his trust, he was like a kitten... scared and distrustful, you had to be careful. You were still afraid, if he didn't like you or saw you as a threat, he would never approach you, your whole plan would fail.

Plans don't always go as expected, the princess just bowed and greeted before continuing on her way.

You carefully noticed her actions, she did not have the behavior of a girl, the idea that she was following the rules and regulations of nobility was absurd, her behavior was always that of a lively, naughty and even spoiled girl... that was until she found the book, where everything changed, the childish Philomel became extinct.

That Philomel acted elegantly but still avoided all the nobles at the small party was a sign that he had already started collecting allies or some of his cards to survive.

You were short of ideas, getting his attention just trying to talk didn't work, and boy did you try.

What are you supposed to do now? Try to be his teacher? That will only serve to get you closer, he could very well see you as a possible spy, or as a small person who appreciates, as happened with his butler/housekeeper, you don't remember well what his role really was.

Being his servant was also an option, but it would be suspicious for a promising mage to leave her job to be a lady-in-waiting.

There were thousands of titles and roles that you could take, even so there were risks, consequences if you took a role that was not the right one.

You attend more parties at the palace, mainly the smaller ones that were for the princess.

It was a nightmare, you couldn't get along socially with the noble ladies and ladies, the anxiety that time was passing, with you not being able to get close to the princess, as you are supposed to even be her friend.

Even the dresses enchanted with magic failed to attract their attention, you tried so hard that you even managed to make the fabric take on the appearance of fairy wings, technically you created a fake but legal and beautiful fabric.

At least you managed to attract the attention of the other ladies, who began to follow you non-stop and create some fame for you.

"What a nuisance"

"At this rate I won't achieve anything"

The desperation was high, your body was beginning to feel the consequences.

You seriously wanted to help Philomel, it was silly, absurd, idiotic but if you were inside this world, faced with the entire plot that was developing, you couldn't sit idly by.

It was a matter of luck, as a way to release part of your stress you created animals with your magic, they were just their silhouettes, like drawings, surrounded by a glow, they could move, they came to life, some stayed around you and others disappeared, but somehow a cat figure that had disappeared among nature, upon its return brought something with it, rather someone, a little lady, the princess.

You watched her in silence, as she was surrounded by all the small animals that you created, now you only saw a happy girl and without worries, she played with the small animals, these creatures strutted around her, eagerly waiting for the girl to look at them, they exploded with ecstasy when she caressed them.

"I see you're having fun, princess."

Your figure posed in front of the girl who was surrounded by your creations.

You gave him a smile when you spoke to him.

"and you guys, you know it's annoying when you get lost and even more so when you cause problems" you pointed at the adorable looking creatures, you looked at them with fake anger.

You were caught off guard to see how the animals hid behind the princess in fear.

Seriously, they saw you as a monster even though you created them with so much love and affection, ppfff child, raise them with love and they will always repay you with a stab in the back.

"Because they run away from their problems and the worst they hide behind the princess, you are... impossible" you snorted when you saw the behavior of your creations, you clenched your fist, you couldn't even think about punishing them, they were too adorable for a punishment, maybe that's why they always get into mischief, they know that they will never be truly punished and that you will fix their mistakes.

You heard the small laugh of a child, when you took your eyes off your little ones, you were able to capture how little Philomel was having fun with the situation she had in front of her.

This time he didn't fake a smile or pretend that everything was fine, he was actually happy and things in this small place in the castle were calm, without danger and pressure.

You applauded when you came up with an idea, it was risky but it was worth trying.

"Oh, since we're here with your new friend, how about we invite her to eat with us at a nice picnic?"

All your little creations jumped with excitement, you moved your hands and thought about what you wanted, with a small yellow glow hundreds of plates appeared on a tablecloth and a basket in the middle, they slowly fell to the floor.

The little creatures pushed the princess who watched your little trick in amazement.

You sat elegantly on the floor and looked at the princess.

You couldn't help but smile, you finally managed to stay close to her for more than 5 minutes without her moving away.

"What do you say, princess, you would make us very happy with your presence at our little picnic" you looked at her, hoping that she would accept.

You saw how your little ones made sad faces so that the little girl could see them.

"I..."

"Don't worry princess it will be a secret" you put a finger on your lips

"besides I have many delicious desserts, some are unknown in this kingdom" it was exhausting for you to go to different places to look for many unknown desserts, but you did everything to be able to get closer to Philomel.

You saw how the girl looked at you with skepticism, suspicious of your intentions, she was still a child and was already careful with her surroundings.

"Ahhhh but don't feel pressured, I'm not a threat, just a mage bored with her job in the palace"

"maybe another day" nervously you tried to sound less suspicious to the princess.

You quickly took a cupcake decorated with icing and a jelly bean that looked like a sphere that reflected the galaxy inside.

They turned out pretty on you, nothing better than a sweet to relieve sadness.

You were taken by surprise when the girl sat on the big blanket next to all the little animals made with magic.

You took another cupcake and held it out to him.

His hand hesitated for a second before taking the cupcake.

Well your mission may not advance much but at least you had a great picnic with little Philomel.

Step by step you continued with the girl, it was a common thing for the two of you to have picnics in the afternoons.

As you observed, she was still surrounded by those despicable people who pretended to love her, when in reality they despised her.

Poor girl, finding out that the only people who had been by her side for as long as she could remember actually had contempt for her was very sad.

But you couldn't interfere, that would raise suspicions, not only from Phil but also from his fake father.

Now you could only exchange conversations while drinking tea and eating desserts.

Slowly you got closer to the girl, it took you by surprise, when you were reading a book for the little princess and your little magic creations, you felt her lying on your legs with the little animals, all entertained by the words that came out of your mouth.

She was such a sweet girl, the little girl's action did not go unnoticed by you, when she caressed all the little animals made with magic, she took turns with each one and placed them on her stomach or her dress, she made sure that everyone had their moment, you even saw her worried about each little animal.

It was a slow day, the large garden was calm, without any visitors. Well except for you and Philmonel.

The girl had asked you to come today in the afternoon, due to the schedule that the princess had, you always expected her to tell you what day and what time she would come to the garden for her meetings, the short and few meetings that happened every week, turned into long and many meetings, when they knew each other more.

"Tell me Phil, have you ever heard of fairy godmothers?"

You were delicately braiding the girl's hair, as well as tangled flowers in her hair.

"uh.. I think I read about them in a book" she didn't pay much attention to you, you saw her concentrating on making tiny flower crowns and placing them on the heads of the little magical animals.

You saw the mini bear trying to imitate Phil's actions, one of the kittens modeling the crown on his head with great grace in front of the other animals, the rabbits lying with their crowns on the girl's lap, one of the dogs bringing flowers to the girl, the girl taking them with a smile to continue building more crowns.

"And if I told you that you exist" you continued insisting.

"uhh.... that would be interesting" there was her seriousness and lack of enthusiasm, you didn't blame her now she was trying to be a good girl so as not to bother anyone and survive.

"Come on, think more about that" you continued to insist, it was a calm day, which meant that you were very far from the main plot, it was a great opportunity to intervene without getting into trouble.

"Fairies grant wishes, don't they? Have you ever thought about a wish that you long for so deeply?"

You were direct, as much as you could, what child wouldn't want a wish without limits? Even with the role of princess, it's not that easy to be happy or get everything you want, there were limits, but when your position inside the castle was complicated, it's the same as walking on thousands of fragile eggshells that could get you in trouble if you break them a little.

Even for this girl full of fear and anxiety, having a wish could be a great light in her life.

Would she ask to flee from this place and never be found? Would she wish she were someone else? Some power or ability to help her survive.

She would even be so desperate that she would beg for her executioner or the girl who would end her life to be killed? No, she would not ask for someone's death.

Although she had her selfish actions, she cares about others.

"a wish..." the little girl was thoughtful with that question.

You smiled bitterly when you saw her so thoughtful, for her a wish was a miracle... she wasn't thinking about wealth, jewelry or dresses, she wasn't thinking about something to have fun with, but rather a wish calculated for her survival plan.

You wanted to get closer to Philomel, for her to trust you, to become her confidant, to take her away from this castle so she could have a moment of happiness, even if you changed the story, you would go wherever she asked you...

"You know what I would ask for" you brought the girl out of her thoughts when you spoke.

"a man, who is a few years older, very handsome, with a good complexion, who is kind" you began to ramble with some qualities of your perfect boy very excited.

"ah he has to be tall, I wouldn't care if he weren't a genius, I would take care of everything" you said sonorously.

"...." you only received a judging look from the girl, you felt like an alien or a weirdo.

"Come on, don't make that face" you pressed a finger on the girl's cheek, trying to make fun of her.

"at some point you will also dream and long for love."

"I don't believe it... I reject that thought" the girl spoke hurriedly, perhaps? I was embarrassed.

"Is that so? You don't have a cute boy hiding there" you continued provoking the girl.

Your fingers tangled in the small strands of hair that stood out in Phil's hairstyle, you twisted a finger over each strand giving it a loop shape.

"No!, of course not" you saw how he puffed out his cheeks angrily as he protested, wow he didn't even try to maintain his composure.

Maybe romance was still a taboo subject for the girl.

"If you find a boy... will you leave?" His question caught you off guard.

Love, such a complex word, you couldn't experience it well in your old life.... you have no memory of it, everything was blurry if you searched your mind about romance and couples.

You assume your life sucked that way so your mind had nothing.

"No, because I would do something like that, I will stay by your side and that man better do it too" faithful to your promise you ignored the distractions, friends before boys.

Of course you and Phil weren't friends yet, but you ignored that too.

"But if he doesn't want that, if he comes to hate that idea..."

Was I worried about you leaving? Ah, that was a joy for you, you were moving forward.

Today you would celebrate with a glass of wine and some desserts.

"So he's not the one Phil" your hands caressed the girl's head.

Hearing that was a relief for Philomel, just thinking about that possibility caused her worry, you came out of nowhere and bombarded her a lot with your presence, you were intrusive and annoying... but seeing your smile, your kind words, they cut her off, she wanted to believe in you, she let her guard down every time they saw each other, until you became a constant in her life. It was suspicious, I knew it well, you never appeared in the book, you were not even mentioned.

An unknown presence, possibly from another world, your strange behavior was a sign of that.

You never asked him for anything, you didn't even try to benefit from his friendship, you were the one who offered him many things, even if they sounded impossible or crazy.

You made her feel appreciated, your small gestures like desserts along with picnic parties, the conversations you had even if they were absurd, you listened to her, you actually did! You played along many times, you always smiled lovingly at her, your hands were warm, every time you landed on her head or her face, even when you gave her your hands.

You were very warm, you were like a light, you made her feel safe, loved and appreciated. Is this how a family should feel? If that was the case, he hoped he would always feel it, even if he was selfish, he wanted you to never leave his side.

[skay-ali]

Fugitives

I decided to revisit this concept I wrote a long time ago, I finally have a good idea.

Just another deranged teenage girl who decides to run away from home, embarking on a road trip with a stolen car and hand in hand with a rough-looking boy she just met.

I tried to do this but... I don't know if it turned out that well, I needed to get it out of my drafts.

I'm in a place where I'm trying to live my life, but at the same time I'm trying to escape from it.

You were fed up, you couldn't stay here anymore, living a damn farce of reality. This great feeling was what led you to commit the long list of current crimes in your life, now you were just a fugitive from the law, along with a boy you knew very little.

You suppose this counts as typical teenage nonsense.

You still felt afraid, there was a possibility that they would be chased, your parents would certainly not stand idly by with your disappearance and you doubt the same with Jason's parents...

You look away from the road to look at the boy who is calmly driving the car, he didn't have any trace of fear, you could even swear that he was enjoying what was happening.

Why didn't you feel the same? You always wanted to leave the city, but now that you've done it, you can only regret it and think about all the things that could go wrong.

You should have stayed in that horrible place you are forced to call home.

Suddenly a hand is placed on yours, at first she hesitates about whether to continue having contact with your skin, but you feel her stay still after a few minutes, her hands were cold, just like yours.

You also moved your hand, but not as a gesture to move your partner's hand away, you grabbed it quickly, connecting your palms and intertwining your fingers.

You squeezed his hand tightly, never letting go, and neither did Jason.

Although the car was traveling at high speed, you felt that everything that was happening inside the car was happening slowly, this moment where their two hands intertwined, along with a country song that was playing at low volume from the car radio.

You rested your head on the glass of the window for a moment, your eyelids began to feel tired with each passing minute, until you ended up falling asleep.

In your actions of appreciating the landscape, getting lost in what you had in front of you, you never saw the excited look that your companion gave you.

Even the happiness he had when your hands connected, the ecstasy he had when you didn't reject his approach but rather confidently held his hand, as if he were the only thing you needed.

Jason was happy right now, he never thought that meeting you would change his life, not as significant as it is now by your side.

He was just a boy angry at his father for prohibiting him from performing a role, because the man himself had trained him very hard for a long time.

And he would continue stuck in that city waiting to fulfill a role, until they considered him worthy again, well until he met you, now he no longer had to worry about that, he didn't care... not when you took the place in the other option he could make, in the decision he made.

Time Before

You missed your childhood so much, when you still had a family, the laughter you shared with your loving parents, the conversations and secrets you exchanged with your mother, the childhood fights you had with your father or when he carried you on his shoulders and you felt like a giant capable of doing anything.

Now you no longer had your faithful confidant of secrets, nor your playmate, your father was no longer in your life, your mother made sure of that, now he was just an ATM, no matter how much you begged to visit him or exchange a minimal conversation with your father, you were only ignored, you missed him so much that it hurt, you needed your dad, who always gave you what you wanted, who considered you his little princess, the man who, no matter how tired he was, played with you, even if they were his games about sleeping, so you could let him rest.

Your mother, your beloved mother and your first best friend, you blamed her for everything, you knew it very well, although all your relatives supported her and were on her side even with all her lies, you knew the truth.

Your mother cheated on your father with a rich man, she left your father for that man, only to end up being dumped by that rich man when he saw another woman.

Now he lived free of guilt, taking advantage of the love that your father had for you, along with his faithful commitment to giving you a good life using all his effort in his work even when he was exploited despite his great knowledge.

Your beautiful mother now lived with her beloved boyfriend, a complete bum and forcing you to see her wonderful life, with thousands of luxuries at your father's expense.

The worst thing is that you were still trapped in this stupid city, where crime abounds along with injustices.

An acclaimed hero stood before the entire city, everyone blindly admired him, like a deity, ha... his deity was nothing more than a curse, acclaimed for saving the city from each attack of some villain, he left them in some prison where they could recover and plan their most atrocious plans for their next escape, he "controlled" the evil of the city but never cut them off in the bud.

One more reason to hate this city...

There were thousands of reasons for you to hate your life.

Just like reasons for what you were doing right now.

Your mother and her boyfriend were having one of their moments, so it was easy to steal their car keys.

It was a moment of euphoria where you felt capable of anything.

Even with your hands shaking you started the car, you put it in drive even remembering the vague lessons your mother gave you when she had one of her short fantasies about being a good mother.

You were crazy at that moment, because after that adrenaline wore off, you noticed your first mistake, you didn't know how to drive, although you knew the basic principles of driving, you stunk, you did it a lot.

Your second mistake, although you were planning to flee this whole hopeless place that was the city, you did not have the necessary means, no food, no money.

"great ___, great escape attempt" you scolded yourself as you hit your head on the car's steering wheel.

You really wanted to leave, you needed to run away.... it was frustrating, it was not surprising that you cried for not being able to commit your long-awaited crime, your only escape plan failed, you would stay forever in this city or until some villain finishes you off.

Even in your lamentations, an unknown throat clearing interrupted you.

You saw outside the window the cause of such a sound, your eyes met a boy your age.

"hello, it looks like you're in trouble" he smiled, his smile was very bright for some reason.

"hahaha, not everything is fine" after acting normally, you cursed yourself a little for having a red face and tears, you didn't want to deal with a stranger.

"Seriously, that's not very believable, I saw your terrible driving skills a moment ago, plus I can notice your red eyes with tears"

"Oh wow, you're not quite the detective," you scoffed at his accurate words, why? He couldn't be like the other citizens, who just watched and passed by. Sure, you almost always complained about people's lack of empathy, but for the first time you wanted the opposite, you asked that this boy also have a lack of empathy.

"and also a good boy, I'm sure your parents are proud" maybe it was the disappointment of failing, but you weren't in the mood to be a good person, you were so angry that you forgot your introverted side, now you were an unbearable bitch.

"I am, right? and you seem like the typical rebel" the boy continued smiling despite your attempts at teasing.

"What makes you think that?"

"Well, this doesn't look like your car and I doubt you have one, you don't even seem to know how to drive, the car has a neglected appearance, not only is it the model, but also the care it took, it belongs to a man, right?" He looked at you waiting for you to respond, you didn't, you just looked at the boy with irritation, you wondered why he kept bothering you, didn't he have something else to do.

"I will take your silence as a success, along with that air freshener" he pointed to the air freshener that hung on the rearview mirror placed inside the car, a 2D drawing that had a girl with great attributes and a pose that showed a lot, How come your mother was still with her boyfriend, even seeing her car and tastes?

"Well that idiot deserved it" you said nonchalantly, you would never feel guilty for stealing that idiot's car.

"That doesn't change the fact that you committed a crime."

"ahhh I guess I'm a complete rebel now" you agreed with him to avoid continuing talking to this stranger.

You looked around, relieved that none of the other passersby had decided that you were worth their attention.

"Well, where were you going?" Those words took you out of your thoughts.

"that?" It disconcerted you to see him still next to you, leaning against the door.

"Come on, don't steal a car so you don't go anywhere, where you were planning to go."

"You're very nosy you know"

"I think I am" he smiled at you very confidently.

You thought carefully about your options: stay in the middle of nowhere with a friendly stranger telling him all your problems or return home and face the consequences of your foolish actions.

"I was fleeing this city" you chose your first option, anything than returning to your home and seeing that you failed to escape.

"I want to go, see many places and stay forever in one of those"

"to never return to this horrible city"

"What did Gotham do to you?" The boy questioned you, surely he felt in your voice the hatred and contempt with which you expressed yourself.

"Believe it or not, Gotham is bad, all the crazy people stay in this city"

"So are we crazy to live here?" I kept questioning you.

"No, I'm fine because I know for sure that this city is bad and I tried to run away" you defended yourself against his words, you didn't want to be a crazy person who stays in a city that he knows is screwed.

"just like many people who think about leaving this city but don't dare" many colleagues and people in your life like distant relatives loved this city, they had a great affection for Gotham, they were born in this place, they spent their entire childhood and adolescence, practically all their memories, why would they make a stupid decision and look for a new city?

But you met few, people who were rebellious or who lost a lot for this city, who hated it, despised it and who knew well that this city would destroy them if they stayed.

"So if I decide to run away, I'll also stop being crazy." You were disconcerted that the boy continued to give importance to your idea.

"No, if you are, what kind of person decides out of nowhere to accompany a stranger, in addition to having had a conversation, you should really check your head" you acted very surprised and reprimanded him.

"It's like that, well, what kind of crazy person decides to run away without even knowing how to drive a car, the car with which he hopes to reach some unknown place" I protest when I see your anger.

"ahh touche" you pointed at the boy in surprise hearing his witty response.

For some reason the two developed a strange friendship, they met some afternoons on the same street where they spoke for the first time.

It happened many times, they talked about many things together, but escape, your flight, was a topic that remained buried very deep.

"I'm ___" you introduced yourself the third time you met.

“Jason…” you stopped him.

"just the first name, forget the last name"

"Why not? Are you hiding something?" the boy questioned you.

"if my last name is like that of a murderer, we are actually family" you looked at him seriously.

"Ha, very funny that doesn't mean why you don't want to know mine" "What if you are also from a family of murderers or criminals" you teased him. "Well, not exactly that, rather with last names you become easier to identify, what if one of us did something bad or our families much worse?" you corrected your joke, seeing that the boy did not take your words gracefully. "Not using a last name is like you don't belong to anyone, you're free" you added. "What would become of our growing friendship" you tried to sound alarmed. "Yes... friendship is a strong word, isn't it?" You feigned great surprise "if it's not friendship then what do we have?" "I don't know, an association," he denied, trying to find a suitable word.

"Haven't you ever thought that running away is not the right solution?" Jason commented casually as they ate some fries at a fast food restaurant.

You saw the boy enjoy his potatoes, you would too if it weren't for the boy's question, your desire to continue devouring your plate stopped.

You thought about his words, perhaps there was a correct solution to this great dilemma that Jason poses to you, no matter how much you thought, you couldn't think of a better idea than to escape....

"No, if you knew something bad would happen in a place, would you stay? I wouldn't, I would run away to save myself" you looked at the boy.

"This is what I'm trying to do now, save myself from a bad end in this city" you defended your big dream.

"I wouldn't do it, I would stay even if it sounded crazy, I would try to save everyone" Jason spat after your words, that's what he did now, saving people from the evil of Gotham, it was frustrating to think about the people who thought like you, people who forgot that there were others who gave their lives to save them.

"Just like a hero?" You raised an eyebrow at his words, that he aimed to protect and save instead of flee, it showed you the lack of selfishness he possessed, he was either very kind or just a dumb boy who didn't know what his great goal entailed.

"Yes, like a hero! What do you think?"

"I don't believe in heroes, if I'm honest"

"Maybe because I was never really a real spectator of his great deeds, it's not like our beloved hero really saved us, there are still criminals and they continue to destroy the city after their punishments"

"It sounds crazy but, maybe if you were, a hero, I think you would make it" it was embarrassing to say such words, but you felt the need to spit them out, the short time you knew this boy made you faithfully believe that he could achieve something good in this city.

Oh, if you only knew those words were very dangerous. These silly words from a teenager will be a big problem for your future, along with more actions you committed, I wanted to be a good soul, but you just ruined yourself...

One day while you were thoughtfully watching the sky and the clouds move, forming strange figures, to which you tried to give meanings or create stories, the boy brought up the topic that they had always talked about since they met.

"Remember when you said I wanted to run away from Gotham and that only the insane stayed?"

"and the cowards..." you pointed out, it wasn't an offense, you also considered yourself one, you were cowardly and weak that's why you were still trapped here.

"Well, I'm ready to stop being a madman... ___, let's escape from this horrible city" It took you by surprise, so much so that you had to pinch your skin to see if you weren't dreaming.

While he looked at you, you also looked at him, his deep eyes showed a lot of security, in reality he wanted to run away.

"What if you regret it?" You still doubted a little that the boy was safe, you believed it more like a joke or an impulsive action that he could regret.

"No, I'll do it and you?" You felt his gaze on you, it was a sensation as if he were examining you.

You wanted to respond with a quick no, along with a let's run away now, but you had your doubts, no matter how much you dreamed of leaving, it wasn't that easy, there were many setbacks, along with the love you had for your mother, no matter how much she had hurt you and you resented her, you also appreciated her. Leaving her sounded cruel.

You left behind many memories, your own childhood.... But the bitterness, all the mistakes your parents made, the suffering you endured when you saw them separate, your father's farewell, your mother's new addictions, the uncontrolled relationships she had and which you had to endure, her hateful boyfriends...

"No," you denied, "let's go now."

Your mother's boyfriend's car was stolen, although that man had improved car security or at least that's what he said when you watched him from the sidewalk use different tools on his car.

Jason was skilled, it was very difficult for him to start the car, as soon as he did we got into it, he drove... it was another surprise because you thought he didn't know it either, just like you.

He only gave you a knowing smile before completely surprising you, he solved it with a lock, turning on the car without a key, done, Jason managed to drive without hesitation.

Even though you looked nervously at the passenger seat, he extended his hand to you and waited until you accepted.

Always with a smile, eyes full of complicity and an air of security.

"You know you were wrong the day we met"

"that?"

"Haha... I'm not the rebel, I think you are" you're happy about that fact, he had more courage than you, you knew very well that with any setback, you wouldn't go anywhere, you would only postpone your escape.

I think it was good to meet this guy.

They walked the long road, in the middle of a dark sky, hundreds of artificial lights illuminated the streets, large buildings rose around them like a labyrinth, hundreds of kilometers, from expensive-looking buildings to dilapidated ones lacking life and happiness, it was ironic because thousands of different people's lives passed there, thousands of memories.

The strong wind coming through the window hit your face, your hair danced, everything was exciting.

You laughed, you couldn't stop.

You finally did it, get out of this lost city.

You were truly happy after a long time, you felt so alive.

Your partner did the same, a laugh escaped his lips, you saw him trying to hold back his laughter, but he failed, he also burst into laughter.

They looked like two drunks full of euphoria.

From the first time Jason saw you, he was dazzled by your appearance.

I met you by chance, I thought of you as a pretty girl but at the same time a little crazy and with crossed wires.

He still can't explain why he stayed to talk to you the first time he met, he could argue that it was because of his morals about being a hero, it was another civilian life that he had to save.

After their first conversation he had to continue with his life, being a child with a rich adoptive father and one of the protectors of Gotham... At least that treatment, but in one of his outbursts of impulsiveness, while he was trying to calm down he watched you from a distance, he could well return home and be punished by Bruce or talk a little with the crazy girl he met recently.

He chose you, watching your gestures and your hesitant smiles, mostly fake, even the few real ones you managed to show was quite a spectacle for Jason.

You even managed to understand him every time he arrived angry and in a bad mood, you joked with him or just kept him company while he calmed down, you never judged him or commented bad things about his attitude, nor did you walk away.

In your eyes he was a normal person with flaws and virtues, maybe that was what led him to always look for you.

You became indispensable in his life.

Although you hated what he did, being a hero, you had your reasons, you even accepted his positive position on heroes.

Heck you even believed in him as a possible hero.

Even when he told you about his taste, even about romantic novels, he saw you trying to keep up with him, although he saw the lack of interest you had in reading any of the books he recommended, he saw you trying to read them with him, you even enjoyed when he told you a story, you listened to him attentively.

Those moments where they talked about nonsense, each one rambled on absurd things, with you he saw the other side of the city, the one he left some time ago for a better life.

Somehow you reminded him of his past, who he was... far from feeling rejection, it felt like something familiar.

You were not a teenager with a complicated life, he always saw you in good condition, without the need to commit crimes, even so he knew the friendships you had with boys and girls who were just like him a long time ago.

He didn't understand why that bothered him in many ways, he should feel happy because you were kind and never tried to judge, but he couldn't help but think about the danger that those friends of yours would put you in, or that they could create a great distance with his new friend.

Their simple and fleeting friendship grew, what for you was a deeper friendship, for him it was something very different.

He no longer just chose you to escape from his home and all the stress for a moment, no, now he chose you every time he had something on his agenda, his outings were his priority.

I even thought that you would salivate a thousand times more than hundreds of other people.

Perhaps this thought along with other things led him to have complications with his role as a vigilante.

That was a big hassle, but he still turned it into an opportunity.

He began to love when you were happy, and if fleeing this city made you happy he would gladly fulfill your wish.

He needed a break, you were one for a long time, normality in his life, now he needed another break from this city, what better way to do it than with the only person he has come to appreciate.

You were lucky this time, he was just a teenager mowed down by love?

But in the future it would no longer be a teenager and a simple love, it would be something deeper in the hands of an adult....

I appreciate stories like Jane Austin's and all the others, they are great stories full of many feelings, however I don't consider myself a big fan, maybe because I haven't felt much interest... however I love the romance stories of Korean manhwas, but the royalty stuff, they are my guilty taste, what can I say, everyone has their own tastes...

plesssss don't judge me,

[skay-ali]

Devil

Since you could remember you considered yourself strange, something told you that you were different, although you could fit in and live your day to day, something was wrong with you, you saw the children being happy and ignorant, you should be the same, but for But when you tried, sadness invaded you and fear dominated you.

You didn't consider yourself special in the least, you matured quickly, you had your feet on the ground, no matter how much love your parents gave you, they made you recognize how the world worked, before living your fairy tale you had to be aware of your reality, Your parents allowed you, after all, you were their beloved daughter and their money allowed you, to follow your every whim.

You were able to forget your strange thoughts when you believed thanks to the love of your family, your life was hectic, you no longer thought so much that something was wrong with you.

Well that was... until that day.

Your loving parents died.

You killed them, even your older brother recognized it.

"It's your fault"

"you killed them" those words full of resentment.

They hurt... they felt like thorns pricking your entire body, reaching deep inside.

You just wanted your loving family to be happy and proud of you, you had a talent, singing had become a part of you ever since your mother took you to your first class, you wanted to show your family what made you happy.

You were selfish that night begging them and throwing a big tantrum for them to go, even though your father had an important job and your mother had to host one of her fundraising dances.

You were selfish and you killed them.

That night of your recital, Gotham and its horrible alleys, with the scum of people it possessed, criminals who take the happiness of innocent souls, took yours.

Then that feeling came back, the one that was hidden deep inside your heart.

The sadness.

The hate.

The lack of hope.

You were a stranger in your own life, the world even with your title and inheritance.

You were still a child and you were already condemned.

One knock after another was the sound that played like music in an abandoned alley.

The darkness filled the entire mysterious place, the curious eyes could only capture a fist, which was hitting a sack at high speed with great fury, no... it was more than one sack, more than 5 perhaps, they could catch gasps of pain ringing constantly, along with meows and pleas.

A smile was the only light that came out of that dark alley, a very big one with fangs, laughter of fun and ecstasy accompanied the entire terrifying scene.

The blood was splashed with each hit, it spread all over the walls and the floor, it even stuck to the aggressor's clothes like the victims.

Was it a lot of time or was it a little? HA when you have fun time flies.

“Trash,” you spat.

You still heard sounds of pain, ahh and you who thought they could endure it, after all they strutted in front of you like invincible..... they were nothing more than low level demons.

Your old self would have pitied them, poor innocent people, a few tears would have fallen from your eyes, a whole Mary Magdalene or a crying baby.

Well it was a long time ago, not now some time after you met him.

"How about I'm still their prey" you kicked one of the bodies on the floor hard, you saw how it writhed on the floor upon receiving the impact.

You looked at where you ended up, in a lonely alley, devoid of life, without color, no light that reflected humanity, that word had been lost a long time ago, both in this place and in yourself.

They were about 7 demons that you tried to trap under your control, but they refused, they considered you weak, a possible new toy of theirs to destroy, with their smiles of grandeur and egocentrism.

Annoying, very annoying, you considered yourself very patient in the 2 minutes you gave them, you soon went crazy to proceed to finish them off.

Have fun, it was the only good thing that came out of this failed recruitment.

You felt full of life with every blow you gave them, the pleas that came out of their mouths were music to your ears, the blood ohhh you loved feeling it covering your skin, it was indescribable, much more than wonderful.

Hearing sounds of patrols along with the instinct that a hero was approaching led you to move away.

Your heels clicked against the pavement, a slow walk, you were in no hurry, who would suspect a defenseless woman.

And so a great beauty emerges from the darkness, safe and sound, swaying her hips in time with her steps, every curve highlighted by her tight, expensive-looking clothes, silky hair that swayed with her walk, a sweet smile that enchanted to her viewers, one that ranged from innocence to mischief and flirtation.

For skilled eyes, seeing you was a warning, those that easily captured the evil that you emanated, in addition to the small drops of blood that stood out on your face, few captured the demon that you truly were, capable of carrying out many immoral and cruel activities, but almost no one ever saw beyond your charming appearance, the smiles you gave and your way of relating, their gazes were lost as soon as they caught your silhouette.

It was a shame how everyone fell, your claws caught them, you killed those necessary, your plans came first more than mercy and empathy, like chess pieces, you brought people into your games.

Nobody stopped you...

There was a time when you were nothing, just a zero to the left, along with the entire society, you were just a human...

Surrounded by loneliness, without hope, still trying to be an innocent being.

Those words in your memories of your beloved late mother who always told you to be good, patient and help others.

"What beautiful memories" when your innocence still existed.

But then you became a monster, who you were now.

The moment where your old self, tired of everything, ran away from home, the small act of rebellion towards a brother who ignored you, who carried a great resentment against you.

You ended up in a dark forest, full of desperation, desperately screaming for mercy, some strangers without any hint of empathy, stuck a dagger in your heart..

Lying on a floor full of drawings and symbols, you became what you were now.

"You're late," a deep voice filled the silent room.

A couple of characters surrounded a large table.

Everyone dressed elegantly, with extravagant touches.

The girl (according to her words, although she looked like an adult) who dressed as a Lolita, with her dresses full of layers, bows and glitter.

The succubus woman wore the most revealing but at the same time fashionable clothes, silk fabrics with synoptic colors and lace, she really knew how to make them fit.

A muscular man who cared little about things other than fights, but who was pressured to play his role in the best way, that included having a great appearance.

The weak-looking demon, a great scholar, always wore robes and capes, along with his round gold-plated glasses.

The great being with a goat's head, in a black suit.

Although some seemed more capable than others, they were all strong, you made sure of that when they joined together, demons with great potential to ally with.

“I had some earrings” you walked towards the large table.

"Hah seriously....you smell like weak demon blood" the muscular man mocked.

"Well I couldn't help it" you smiled "at least I didn't miss it" you scoffed "and the best wins, not everyone is capable of achieving it"

That brought a smile to some, remembering the moment a certain domain of fame of being the strongest warrior was defeated.

You headed towards the back, passing the chairs placed along the table, where everyone was sitting, not even the goat-headed demon could sit anywhere else.

You placed yourself in the only chair located at the head of the table, the place where you looked at all your partners or allies, where they waited for your orders, where you showed that you were the head of everyone, you were the tip of this great pyramid that they formed.

Even with one or two faces of annoyance from the previous ones, you sat down without problem in your chair, your throne.

"Well now you can continue Horns"

You put one of your feet on the chair, you rested your two hands on the table, you crossed your two hands between it and rested your head on top of them, you observed everyone present, some showed nerves and others maintained good composure.

You smiled so much that your fangs stuck out.

It was exciting to see people tremble.

"Brother.. please I..." a hand stopped you from continuing to speak.

"No ____, today I don't have time for your games" again he said your name instead of addressing you as his sister or one of the hundreds of nicknames you had.

He stopped calling you that since his parents' funeral.

And he left you aside, you were no longer part of his life, he was full of hatred for the criminal who killed his parents, he still faithfully believed that he would find the murderer and take revenge.

If it wasn't his training to become stronger, it was his new position as the leader of Wayne Industries.

Time passed slowly, you saw your brother less and less, he began to travel a lot, he never told you, no letter or a shitty conversation.

You stayed in the mansion alone, like all the antiques that were collecting dust.

You were useless, even when you wanted to help your brother, he rejected you.

You tried to take care of him when he was hurt or sick, but he always ordered you to go to your room and leave him alone.

"go away"

You tried to run the big family company, but you only earned more anger, your brother distrusted your intentions, accusing you of trying to sabotage him like the others, of putting him out of business like some adults on the board of directors.

"I don't bother you with what happened that day, or with being a nuisance, now you want to take my place"

"go find someone else to ruin their life"

His harsh words hurt more and more... Your brother still suffered for your parents and you couldn't help him, because he only saw you as the one who killed them.

His smiles disappeared, he was no longer the same child who caressed your head and patted you, he no longer played with you, nor secretly made fun of the extravagant dresses or suits of the rich at galas, he no longer ran away with you when they ran away. from their private language tutors and strange subjects that their parents imposed on them to nourish their child brains.

That little hiding place they built in the library was no longer the same, it was one devoid of joy and light.

Now that great shelter full of games and food was nothing more than a miserable hole where you lay down to cry until you fell asleep, where you remembered your beloved family.

The smell of happiness still lingered, but over time it faded.

You were alone, without your dear parents who were always supporting you and paying attention to you even if they were very busy.

You lost your brother who blamed you for everything.

School was no better, the children began to treat you with pity or ignored you, you were no longer a benefit to their family so why hang out with you.

The world was so big, full of people, but no matter how much you tried to get attention, to beg for someone to look at you, no one did, you were a ghost that no matter how much you screamed, you pulled desperately at someone's clothes, no one did. recognized.

It wasn't a surprise when your brother sent you to a girls' boarding school.

You accepted it, without any complaint, as you always did, not just because of a vague promise but rather because of that feeling that prevented you from breaking the rules.

Even with all that, you had to be good, a happy girl, see the positive side.

You promised your mother, even if it was a curse for you, you had to do it.

Be good to the people who hate you, help them, never get angry with someone but understand them, endure everything, wait for your brother who caused you a lot of pain.

Wait for him with open arms when he returns.

It's just that he never came back, and you stopped being you.

You stopped waiting.

[skay-ali]

I wrote, I wrote just to not die

We all have thousands of ideas, some crazier than others, and sometimes those crazy ideas are the ones that turn out to be great and wonderful.

How do you say it?? open requests slow deliveries

Master List

How big the world is in the light of lamps! And how small it is in the eyes of memory!

[skay-ali]

Master list

Yandere DC

The forgotten daughter 0 1 2 3 4 5 6

- Villainous love interest Aiden Cobblepot - hero love interest

Birthday / Rock reader 1 2 The witch's revenge 1 2 Little Sparrow

The sacrifice of a poor broken soul 1

The Golden circus Miracle Children Tears of an angel 2 Endless Game I give up, I'm tired

Yuukoku no Moriarty

The lonely lady

Eleceed

Magic Tears

Fugitives

[skay-ali]

I give up, I'm tired

Hey, Lord, you know I'm tired

Hey, Lord, you know I'm tired

Hey, Lord, you know I'm tired of tears

Hey, Lord, just cut me loose

You hummed a song, even if all that liquid ran through every part of your body, without the strength to move you continued repeating the notes.

Your view began to change, it was no longer an empty white room, now the dark place in which you were locked, lamenting without the strength to move from the worn mattress on the floor, now a beautiful light filtered through your eyes.

"oh lord make everything stop, I surrender"

"I give up"

"I'm so tired of trying"

"I give up"

You opened your eyes, you only remembered the rays of light that invaded your vision, you could barely move before being invaded by a new place.

A smiling girl appeared before you, always seeing you, giving you a charming smile and recognizing that she saw you, very different from the other people who only recognized the girl but never recognized you, didn't you exist?...

You saw yourself dragged to follow the girl, the only one who could act with her surroundings, you saw her try to continue being happy with her surroundings.

The little girl followed her father, she called him dad with so much love, as if her life depended on him, always giving him a smile with eyes full of light and adoration, unlike the girl, the father only left her aside and was cold. The girl always ended up running and taking your hand, you felt her small body tremble, her lips joined together and formed a grimace, eyes, oh hairy eyes full of an innocent shine... they changed for another shine, when stopping at a door and hiding in a corner of a large room, the girl would let go of his hand and shed many tears...

For some reason they could play together, unlike the girl and her brothers, who never accepted her invitations and pushed her away.

Even with a crown and a beautiful dress, with a large tea set, you saw the little girl collapse in tears, while she ate some cookies and cakes.

That was until she took your hand again, after so many times she took it, you returned the touch, maybe it was hurt or the affection that you began to show her.

I take you to a large table, in another of the thousands of lonely rooms of the large house where I lived. In a second the large empty table changed.

There you were lying down, feeling a lot of pain.

"What... what's happening" you were scared when you were lying on a table being watched by the same girl who always smiled at you, now she was wearing a fake smile very different from the ones full of hope and love she had, dull eyes looking at you, a corpse was your new spectator.

"What??? did you do to me" scared you looked at the quiet girl.

"Not you who made me... who made us" his voice is broken, full of fear.

"we were never supposed to cross that line"

Then you remembered it with great horror... you were that girl, you lived through all that torment to which you were insensitive, you did this... being lying on a large table with a beautiful dress, and a bottle next to you .

Oh all this pain...

Yes, you are in your great suffering, a great party, a few more minutes and they would find you, thousands of eyes would see you, they would witness your madness.

And then no one would look at you, not even in that hospital where you were recovering from your act, some men dressed in uniform later took you, even when you resisted, cried and begged your beloved father not to leave you in that place, not to let you.

would abandon You asked and promised to be a good girl, to be everything he asked of you... anything but he wouldn't let you.

You only saw him look away and leave.

You cried, you cried a lot, as you always did, but this time there were endless days, where you felt nothing but pain, your heart hurt so much.

You felt so weak in this new place, but not only sadness, you didn't sometimes feel so much anger for... your beloved family.

And then more sadness, you needed them, no matter how much you hated them, you loved them, you felt like you were dying without them, just thinking about one of your brothers or father gave you a flood of tears.

You gave up all your life you did, since you were little, but lately, you gave up on everything around you.

And you didn't want to suffer anymore, for insignificant things.

But it was too late and you were nothing more than a disaster.

And you gave up on everything around you, you were just a spectator to your eventual end.

But that smile, that girl...

you Was there anything else waiting for you?

You would damage that girl's dream

And you would just leave

[skay-ali]

The Forgotten Daughter

well I finally did it.

first of all merry christmas and enjoy the chapter

Dear family

This may be sudden... I don't even know why I'm writing this letter anymore, it was supposed to be about the big decision I made that would change my life, but even so I don't know why I'm leaving explanations.

My plan was always to never see you again, each of you, I still feel very hurt by everything, although I know that these words will not make a big change in you.

But enough berating them, I'm not racking my brain to find the right words for a letter full of complaints.

I was always a girl who avoided problems or at least I like to think I was, Father, brothers and my dear confidant Alfred, despite getting into big trouble.

The lights were flashing brightly, the music at full volume filled the room, it was very hot due to the sweat that all the bodies were emanating, you watched all the visitors of the club go crazy with euphoria after a few drinks and continued with a long list of crazy things, you On the contrary, you decided that it was one of those depressive days, where you spent your time seeing the bad side of everything and being miserable.

You didn't follow your friends to any of their craziness; on the contrary, you stayed in a place at the bar away from everyone, along with a few glasses full of a low-grade cherry-flavored liquor.

You still taste the light cherry flavor on your palate. There were so many liquors on the shelf, many of different sizes, appearances, names, years and strengths, you wondered if anyone ever drank them all, if there was a person who in his miserable, boring, short life provokes every liquor on the restaurant's menu. bar.

You looked away when you heard the sound of a chair being moved, you saw a man taller than yours, with a somewhat abrupt but attractive appearance. You took another sip from your glass and returned to your thoughts as you watched the people on the dance floor doing stupid things.

Or so you tried, but by discreetly observing the actions of the man near your seat, it was enough to capture your full attention, to what that guy does in his notebook with his pencil.

“What an artist,” you addressed the subject sitting one seat away from you, “what are you doing in a place as crazy as this?” You turned your gaze to the man with blue-black hair, as you watched him take a sip of his drink and draw with his pencil.

Their eyes connected when the man decided to leave his world and pay attention to your beginning of interaction, he couldn't look away in time, although you didn't blame him, you did the same before because of the curiosity you felt when he saw him, you felt like everything was coming together.

He paused, just him and you, as if the two of you were the only ones in a large room of strangers.

A smile left your lips when you saw the man's dazed attitude, he was so lost in himself that it seems that he forgot about your beginning of conversation until a moment later.

Still, you were afraid that it wasn't nerves that the man was feeling but anger or annoyance at your interaction with him.

“Even if you don't believe it, inspiration can be found in unlikely places… Or even sometimes a muse” came those calm words from his thick but reassuring and animated voice.

You were relieved to hear him speak, but those words that had no sign of annoyance or complaints.

“uhh it's like that... I only saw this place as a garbage dump full of vices” you didn't know how you were still trying to maintain an interaction with that person, perhaps prolonging the feeling of company instead of the one of loneliness sounded more attractive.

“You should look at it from other perspectives, so you'll find things like this” you saw him tear a page out of his notebook without blinking and put it on your forehead.

You were surprised to see your drawing on the paper. Every feature of yours delicately captured with each stroke of the pencil on the paper.

“wow you left me speechless for a moment” you disconnected your gaze from the sheet you had in your hands.

“You are actually a great artist” the drawing was extremely beautiful, you never considered yourself a very beautiful woman, it was common for you to see all your flaws before your best qualities, seeing that paper where you felt that in that drawing you were perfect caused you a feeling emotion and a passing confidence.

However, you couldn't get it out of your head to see yourself drawn in other ways on paper, like a cartoon or Japanese version of yourself; before this moment, you never even had the chance to sit on a bench and wait for an artist to draw you. .

“What's wrong with that face, you look disappointed, maybe you're kidding me” you heard him joke.

“No no… no… on the contrary, I really like it” you quickly defended yourself, afraid of offending the man.

“It's just that..” you felt shy when explaining your reasons, especially when he had an attentive gaze on you.

You saw his eyes wait expectantly for your words.

“You know, the drawing is beautiful, but… even though it sounds silly, I wish I could see myself more in a cartoon or comic” you laughed nervously, after your babbling.

“ahh, are you a comic book lover or something?”

“Yes, well it's something like that” you liked to read some series in comic magazines from time to time, but you preferred mangas, you hid this preference, you weren't going to receive a few words of displeasure for that or start a debate about what genre it was.

Better, much less explain what they were if I didn't know what you were referring to.

“I think I can fix that,” the guy said with an animated and funny voice.

You watched him, fascinated, by how he held his book with enthusiasm, his hands moved quickly from one side to the other on the white sheet, the pencil was handled quickly, you could tell that he had a lot of experience with the ease with which he did it.

It was a long night, between different conversations and laughter with the new guy you met, the night became more tolerable with the man by your side.

Between drinks and meaningless talks, laughter on both sides, silly dances on the floor full of people, just two fools doing the most pathetic steps they had plus some little improvised old waltzes, it ended in a new day with two sleepless but falices talking in a viewpoint of a building that showed the entire city.

Oh, father, you don't know how enchanted I was with that man I met on one of my many outings to parties, I was stupid and childish, but I still allowed myself to dream and love.

You didn't expect to meet again with such a man with whom you managed to connect, but that's how it happened, destiny somehow led them to meet.

You liked having a new person in your circle, with whom you managed to get along so well.

From talking about his work as an artist, giving his opinion on different comics and mangas that they knew, talking about animation to becoming hoarse from speaking with so much emotion and passion with long monologues.

They visited many hidden places in the big city in their days of adventures, even if they were alleys that were not very crowded, now that you think about it, such a careless action was very crazy, but the beautiful places, with new views, like an alley full of colorful fabrics and with different designs that hung over the street, the walls of a neighborhood full of drawings with different artistic techniques, but with many bright colors, the tall buildings that showed views of the entire city.

The days of movies with crazy plots, but that had you glued to the screen to see what happened next.

The rare meals from the carts or street stalls, which they consumed without problems while they sat to observe the lights of the city or the dark sky, accompanied by silence, but the two of them together.

In that moment where the two were together and talking, you felt that they were exchanging many words of great importance to both of them, but seen from other perspectives they were nothing more than insignificant.

That's what love did, right?

And all for one crazy night where you hope to go crazy on alcohol, after sinking into a self-compose for your life.

You will never be able to forget when he gave you his name and you gave him yours... well, half of it, you admit to having lied to him, even if you regretted it, you already knew the problems they would bring you later.

Well at least that's what you thought, you had no idea of ​​the true consequences.

You only thought about the fear of telling him your real last name, that he would look for you and know who you really were, you were afraid that he would see you differently, no longer a strange girl he met in a bar, but the daughter of a millionaire with a history. questionable life, the mere thought of him using you was too much.

So you avoided him by mentioning the amazing last name “Wayne” and mentioning a fake one.

More specifically, that of your false identification, something crazy that you did in your wild adolescence was left to be useful in your future, that false identification that you made with your friends from school to visit different clubs, you used it when you became independent, so that no one It will bother you in your new life.

“_____ , _____ Jones” unsurely you stated your name, you still remember when you made the false identifications with your friends and among all of them you were looking for a new name and surname for the others, you kept your name and they gave you the last name of the protagonist of the book of fashionable at the time because of the film that adapted the story.

A mental chuckle caused you to remember this along with the taunts they threw at you about where your diary was.

“Kayle, Kyle Rayner,” the boy smiled as he introduced himself.

You followed his smile, something in his ended up infecting you. Just two fools in a bar telling each other their names and being ignorantly happy.

It's a shame that that happiness ended some time later, when you never saw Kyle again. Even with a card for him to contact you, you never heard from him.

You woke up happy, in his apartment, the day after spending a night together, alone, without any sign that the man was home, without any note or notice, you waited excitedly for him to return, but he never did, even when you left a message. letter and ways for me to contact you again if the ones they already had didn't work, you never knew anything.

Maybe it was all an adventure and you got carried away... they never clarified what they were, hell maybe he didn't even consider you a friend.

But you and I know, father, that all the fairy tales one creates end quickly, most of the time in the worst ways.

I ended up with a broken heart, still, I kept good memories... and her.

I know it is late, very late, as it has been for many years, but I must confess it, because no parents and siblings would want to know it in the worst possible ways….

Alice Wayne, my dear baby….

You leaned back in your chair as you wrote the last sentence, you did it, you wrote what was overwhelming you so much, the beginning of the letter.

Your eyes burned, a few treacherous tears running down your face.

Your family, your passing love and your beloved daughter always made you sensitive.

It wasn't something you could avoid.

You leaned your head on the headboard of the chair, letting all the blood flow to your head, something strange you used to do to clear your head, you looked at the ceiling and the walls around you upside down.

You noticed the crib on the side of the room near your desk where you were writing.

You saw your baby sleeping calmly, a peaceful face with no signs of discomfort, he was an angel.

Your little angel, and your light... you knew you would do anything for her, like you did right now.

I think if we are similar in some way father.

I ended up having a daughter through carelessness like you did to me.

I need to ask you a big favor father and not only of you but also of the whole family, the biggest and most important one I will do in my life.

If something happens to me... if I end up in big trouble or I no longer exist, any situation that prevents me from taking care of my beloved daughter.

Please watch over her.

Make sure she has the best future, a happy life with everything she needs, that she can grow up as a girl full of light, that she is always kind, wise and with a loving family.

If that's not something they can give you, find someone who can give it to you.

Take care of my treasure, my only happiness, my only family... I know I left a long time ago without saying anything and returned in a hurry to their lives.

Maybe one day they will call me selfish knowing the path I took to leave little Alice to them, the decision I decided to make was not easy, but I did it because I want the best for my little light.

We are all selfish and mean, I was all my life, since I knew that my happiness only depended on me, that I was alone in this world, that only oneself can save oneself.

I think I still am by thinking that I can force them to do something about my problem, I can't force them to take care of someone or take responsibility for a short period of time, turning their lives upside down.

But maybe... with all the love and affection that you could ever see felt for me, I can make you consider helping me and fulfilling my difficult request.

Father, brothers and Alfred... I never said it because of all the anger I felt, because of everything that happened in the mansion, which devastated my thoughts with a lot of anger, forgetting everything I had and made me have a comfortable and pampered life.

Thank you.

Well, he's the father and maybe a future yandere, it's a possibility.

after an exhaustive investigation into possible characters to occupy this role in the series.

although there may be other possibilities with other characters....

Like I tried with the penguin's son, if ___ had decided to hang out more with villains and they adopted her or became her godparents.

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[skay-ali]

Tears of an angel

You had a dream, a very blurry one, but the few clear memories clung firmly in your head.

A dream where no one knew you other than your mother, family and friends, you were a girl who grew up in the middle class, with a working mother, who was always there for you, even if her life was full of work, a life where you could sit in the sidewalk on a salty or cloudy day and eat an ice cream, without bothering to get dirty or eat in an unattractive way, just a happy girl enjoying her ice cream.

You could ride your bike to school with your friends, sit in the cafeteria with all your friends, who told their craziest stories or problems, the same people who listened to you afterwards and supported you.

A camera flash, and your smiling face, the yearbook photo, where all your classmates signed themselves and you did the same like a celebrity.

In your small town, the only one you knew, and where you returned after graduating and meeting a boy, with whom you joined your life. The big house they built together, with a huge patio, full of plants, from giant trees to rose bushes.

It was a dream, but it was the best one you had, seeing your mother and your little family, together at a campfire, you would never forget such a thing.

Not when your reality was a painting without colors, just a dull gray, you had no one, your mother no longer existed, you never had good friends or you don't remember them, a boy... is much further away from your possibilities.

Thousands of flashes went off, but they were no longer for yearbook photos, or for a photo album, these were to feed the hunger of men addicted to famous women and their beauty, even if they were much younger, photos for women who loved gossip and seeing the misfortunes of other women.

Your hands with ice cream, sweets or a delicious homemade dinner were replaced by tasteless or extravagant dishes, the size of a coin. Your night of picnic was replaced by a day, with a walk of shame, where many whispered.

“I knew that she murdered the man who was holding her hostage.”

“They say she looked possessed.”

“ha… I think she finally showed what a crazy psychopath she really is.”

Thousands of ridicule and criticism. While your face seemed stoic, the black glasses covering your eyes did a good job of hiding your teary eyes that were burning from shedding tears.

Go your way and don't pay attention to anyone.

“How is he not in jail?”

“surely her father paid so that she would not be arrested”

Ha... that was the only thing your father could do for all the misfortunes that carrying his last name caused you. And he didn't even do it without thinking about it, at the trial your father barely appeared, only his money and one of his best lawyers, it was lucky to have Alfred with you.

Your own father reserved his judgment, he didn't even advocate for you, maybe he knew that you were actually someone evil, maybe it was better for him not to interfere so as not to pay the price when you did the same thing again, he discovered, the disgusting monster that you were.

His stoic face without any feeling, no words, what kind of father does that, if you killed someone, you stabbed him until his last breath, but there were no fathers who were more compassionate with their children after doing more atrocious acts, you You didn't eliminate that man because you wanted to, he had you as a hostage, he was like the other men made of shadows that tormented you, he was acting violently, without control, he threatened you, you felt that he would end you, thousands of eyes looking at you without doing anything, none of those present thought of defending you, none of their eyes collided with yours, they just diverted to another place.

The only eyes you saw were those of a woman next to you, but even she couldn't help, they were pointing a gun at her.

Then you saw yourself in a glass, the woman who had the strength to save you, the one who fearlessly controlled your body, took a gun and stuck it at the man who threatened you, over and over again in his torso, who smiled, with a great joy to finally be freed and take revenge.

And after a few minutes you came back and saw your hands with a red liquid. It was her and you in turn, both of you…. And yet they classified you as a psychopath, who deserved to be locked up.

You only see her, your reflection smiling and whispering

I told you so.

You should never have stayed with your family.

They would abandon you. now look at you...

A hit from a table brought you out of your tranze.

“Because you did it, Miss Wayne,” the prosecutor looked at you, after a long interrogation in court.

You stared at her, this woman was becoming a nuisance, so maddening, because she kept adding more salt to the wound, she was very mean to you, with her look of superiority and her touch of envy.

She continued with her words and cruel questions towards you, no vague answer calmed her, she wanted to continue digging into your well-buried secrets.

For that woman who stood as if she owned the entire stand with a self-centered smile, you were guilty, a murderer, who deserved to be punished for what she did, you knew very well that she was right, you were a monster who had to pay, but You were scared, and you knew that nothing was worse punishment than being with yourself.

Your hands didn't stop shaking when you listened to her, you had to leave them in your lap so it wouldn't be noticeable, you couldn't afford to lose your temper, they would have no mercy, they would brand you as a false victim.

His words full of venom stung, they hurt you little by little, because they were exactly the truth, and his very intrusive questions were the straw that broke the camel's back.

Desperate for all his cutting words and his exhausting questions, you began to spit out everything, your secrets from the smallest to the largest, the ones that led you to commit such a crime.

“I didn't know, I was desperate, nothing stopped... they kept going, they kept targeting me like before” you spoke calmly, all the calm you could muster inside your body trying to maintain your sanity.

“no one wanted to help me, even though… when that man… did that…” you could barely breathe because of the pressure and turbulent feelings that were flooding you, you could barely formulate a complete sentence.

“Tell me, miss, what this man was supposedly doing for you to end him in such a cruel way.”

“I was doing it again like the others!!!… I didn't want to be his toy again” you shouted.

“It's not fair, that they ask for money for me, but still torture me for their fun!!!”

"and I have to keep quiet, and not say anything because the heroes saved me, everything is fine again, right? It doesn't matter what happens because I'm safe and I should be grateful"

“I had to stay silent, because after all something horrible didn't happen to me like other victims” you repeated the cruel words that were said to you after your first kidnapping, and the following times, even though you desperately wanted to confess how horrible your short stay with him was. those criminals, you got used to receiving what they gave you, staying silent in front of the vigilantes, the police and posing calmly for the news, until you got home and locked yourself in your room to suffer in silence.

“I couldn't stand it, she couldn't stand it, she was angry, so she took the gun and attacked the man without mercy, I wouldn't feel another horrible monster following me.”

“I saved myself... I did it for the first time” you smiled non-stop, even with your eyes shedding tears.

“Now judge me on that.”

You returned to your starting point, where everyone looked at you with hatred and repulsion or as a naive girl who could be used.

Hearing endless disguised insults, full of arrogance, seeing looks full of envy and contempt, seeing men trying to surpass you, gossip and news of you making you look like a spoiled girl and out of control.

You took refuge again in your lonely apartment, you stopped going out, your life would be better in a place away from everyone, where no one would hurt you anymore.

You left everyone behind and took refuge in another place. away from the looks that hurt you.

You said goodbye to the hopelessness that reigned in your life.

You confined yourself to a new city, full of thousands of people, famous, easy to get lost and not be found.

A small change of look was enough to go unrecognized. Although most of your days were spent locked in your apartment inside a huge building.

Despite your fear of going out almost always, you did it if it was to participate in some brands that invited you to their new projects, and much more for small charity events.

The letters you received of thanks from the people you helped became a part of social interaction for you.

You also helped one of your acquaintances from the psychiatric center you were in as part of your sentence, the disturbed young film director.

Appearing in your independent films was fun, plus it told people that you're still alive, but that they would no longer take advantage and use you as something they can have for their entertainment.

If being yourself, being happy and not being terrified of the people around you meant disappearing and isolating yourself, you would do it...

...........................................

somewhere else, far away from where naive little miss wayne was taking refuge.

Her family was desperately searching for her.

A video of Wayne surrounded the internet, in no time he became famous, and everyone now had a new star to love.

The family, who had forgotten or preferred not to say anything about that girl, knew that they had ruined it.

Burece Wayne accepted his mistake, one of the biggest he could have made, he left his daughter alone, without caring about the things she was experiencing, he believed that a card full of money was the only thing his daughter needed.

a girl who never caused him problems, he believed that giving her all the luxuries was enough. I never checked it, one less burden in his life, it was already something big, maintaining his appearance as a millionaire, his role as a hero and being the father of many children who needed his help, was already a lot on his plate.

His little daughter suffered so much and he was never able to help her.

He still remembers how her face showed all the pain she carried, in the middle of the court, how desperate she sounded.

Since he found out what she did at that gala, he couldn't look at her, blaming her for that big mistake she made, he never tried to understand her.

He let that little resentment he felt for that girl's mother kill him. when she understood it, when she realized her big mistake, that it was all her fault, for never having taken care of that girl, for never seeing her for more than a second, for never protecting her in the best way from criminals and leeches who wanted something. of his family. It was too late she was gone.

.............

A girl with delicate features and delicately dressed, looked at her reflection with great attention.

She had spent a long time locked up in a dark room, which was only illuminated by the dim lights of the candles and during the day by the light that came in through the room's only window.

She was serving the punishment her grandparents gave her for breaking the rules.

Even in his mind his grandmother's harsh words were still present.

"Your mother failed us and even more so when she appeared with you"

"because my beloved daughter had to go and leave us with you"

"You will never be perfect girl, you are just despicable, a living image of your father."

Although those words were common because he said them when he was taking care of you.

They became more horrible and terrifying when he got angry.... Their claws embedded themselves in your skin and punctured as deep as they could.

his screams for you to look in the mirror and the hits he gave you if you looked away.

one word sharper than the other...

Infinite tears fell from your eyes and even with that the desire to stop crying, due to a threat to maintain composure.

The reflection eventually began to change, over time, it was no longer you, it was another girl trapped in the mirror.

A smiling reflection appeared and although you knew it would bring you nothing good, at least it was company in the lonely punishment room.