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unoislazy · 11 days ago

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Promises

Vi x Reader (Part Two)

(Childhood friends to lovers…)

Love will drive you crazy.

A/N: Leave it to a woman to inspire me to write again. <3

“And promise you’ll come back?”

If only you’d known how long those words stuck with Vi.

For years she had been kept in this prison, her age passing by faster than she could keep count as the days moved on. The gray walls and dreary interior she had become so accustomed to would be her undoing, she thought. The constant torment by the guards, being forced to live with those she always opposed, every reminder that she needed to get out, all of it in the end would amount to nothing. She feared she’d become nothing more than a statistic among the rest of the previous lane's residents.

She feared she’d never get back to you.

That was, of course, until a strange enforcer came to her rescue. Well… rescue was a strong word. In her eyes it was as if she was being taken from one cage to another.

“In what mad world would I trust someone like you?” She remembered the girl saying.

“Someone like you.”

They were all the same.

But she knew this girl was her best bet out of this place. Back to her sister and back to you.

So, with a slightly wounded ego and a more hopeful outlook on life, given her two goals were now closer than ever, she left with the enforcer.

It was as if she appeared from nowhere. When she showed up, Vi truthfully thought she was going to get another “talk”. Instead, however, she was set free. With a price of course. She knew better than anyone than to trust an enforcer, so she kept her distance. Although, she couldn’t help but be thankful for her help even if it meant giving some kind of information in return.

For the first time in years, Vi was able to move freely, hear the sounds of people bustling about, and see actual colors other than the dismal gray that engulfed the entirety of Stillwater. She wasn’t going to let some enforcer stop her from at least stretching her legs as she got reacclimated to the world around her. It wasn’t until the enforcer caught up with her once again did she realize she wasn’t going to just leave her alone.

“Where are we going?” The enforcer asked. Vi had learned her name to be Caitlyn, and honestly she was just trying to lose her but somehow she always found her way back. She suppressed the urge to roll her eyes, not even bothering to turn back towards her.

“We’re going to visit a friend.” She answered simply, her hood pulled up to cover her tattooed skin and her ever present pink hair. Although the crowd of the people of the lanes was a diverse bunch, someone like Vi would still be easily recognizable for those who knew to look for her, and she was sure there would be a few.

“Will this friend help us?” Caitlyn questioned skeptically, quickening her pace for a moment to catch up with Vi before slowing her pace once again. It was clear she was unsure of Vi's methods, probably letting what she had “learned” about the people of the undercity make her imagination go wild. She too kept her hood up, but less out of keeping her identity hidden, and more as if she was trying to shield herself from the strange new world around her. She had never been to the fissures first hand… and it was a lot to take in.

With her hands tucked into the pockets of her new, freshly stolen jacket, Vi sighed.

“If I say yes will you hurry up?” She asked with a sarcastically sweet smile on her face as she turned slightly to Caitlyn. The blue haired enforcer, now left with little options given that Vi was her only sense of direction, simply nodded in response and followed wherever Vi was headed with a hastened pace.

Luckily for Caitlyn, their route didn’t contain any parkour.

Vi hurriedly made her way through the streets of the Undercity with one place in mind. She had no idea where you could be after all these years, if you were even still here. So, to keep from losing her sanity all at once, she started at the place where everything used to make sense. She couldn’t help but feel her heartbeat quicken ever so slightly, fluttering with even a tinge of hope that things would be just as they once were. With you waiting outside the door, wondering when she’d be free to hang out. Just like how it used to be.

But instead of being greeted with both the nostalgic warm glow off the sign outside of the bar, and you waiting by the door, she was met with a jarring bright green neon eye that framed the sign. People hung around outside, some clearly drunk off their ass, while others picked fights. Two guards stood outside, keeping people out of the, what seemed to now be exclusive, bar.

This wasn’t right. None of this was.

Vi’s grip on the bar that he hands rested on tightened as she looked at the scene before her. If this had changed, she couldn’t imagine what else had happened.

And now she hadn’t a clue in the world where to look for you.

Little did she know, you really weren’t that far from her.

You, like many others in the Undercity, had to make ends meet.

You had to learn to survive.

And as a kid who lost everyone close to them, you really didn’t have many choices. So, you started from the bottom, working in the mines as many other kids your age did and worked your way up. Unfortunately, working in the mines meant you were working for Silco. The kingpin of the lanes. You couldn’t escape him if you tried. No one could, it seemed. The more you worked up and out of the mines, the closer you got to the man himself. Of course you never got to any influential role like his right hand. That title was reserved for Sevika.

But you didn’t need anything like that. You just wanted to survive, you didn’t want to have any real influence.

Who knew from starting out in the mines, you would one day work your way up into working in the bar that you once thought to be a home of some sorts. In your eyes, everyone but Powder had died in that accident all those years ago. You never did find out exactly what had happened and you figured it would be for the best not to ask. That was the best way to get around in a place that involved such sketchy business.

Keep your head down and don’t ask questions.

That’s how you got as far as you did.

What’s the point in asking questions you probably don’t want the answers to.

Every day you came into this bar to work, you couldn’t help but feel an unfathomable weight of guilt on your shoulders. You felt as if you let this happen. You felt as if you could’ve done something to stop Silco from practically desecrating the one thing everyone had left of Vander, other than the statue that was built in his honor. You felt as if you had done a disservice to Vi.

You knew how much Vi cared about those around her, and of course you also knew how much her sister meant to her. You never directly told her but you always knew that if anything had happened to Vi or Vander, you’d help out Powder.

But when the need arose, you realized far too late.

The first day you had come in to work at your new position, just as a regular busser, you hadn’t expected much. You had no interest in the company Silco kept so you never made it your business. Until one day, you were cleaning off a table when a blue haired girl came waltzing in the front door. Her demeanor was cheerful but… with a noticeable edge. There was something off about her. You simply ignored it, figuring it was not worth asking questions until you heard her laugh.

It was as if a strike of lightning struck through your entire being at that moment.

It couldn’t be. Could it?

You slowly turned once again to look back at the blue haired girl. A blue haired girl with even bluer eyes. Her laugh was identical to the one you had come to know very well all those years ago. It was then it clicked with you, that girl was Powder. She was here all along and you never knew. She was alive this whole time. You could’ve done something. You could’ve helped. And instead, here she was under Silcos care when she should’ve been under yours.

But then again, what could you have done? You too were just a child barely able to scrape together enough to make a living on your own, let alone take care of another altogether. Clearly that's not what mattered, what mattered was keeping Powder safe, what mattered was doing what you had secretly promised to Vi. What mattered was-

“Did you hear me?” A low voice broke you from your train of thought as you fluttered your eyelids and shook your head. You then looked up at the women before you who had spoken up just moments prior. You panicked a bit, immediately recognizing the woman to be Sevika, Silco’s cold hearted right hand. She grumbled under her breath knowing damn well you hadn’t heard a single word she just said before repeating,

“Clean this up.” She huffed, her eyelids lowering slightly as she stared at you.

“Right.” You replied quickly before quickly moving to grab your bucket and practically scooping all the dirty dishes into it to bring back to clean. You tried not to draw too much attention to yourself by just doing what was asked of you quick and easy, but it was hard not to let your mind run away from you when being in a place such as this. A place that meant so much to you and you could do nothing but sit back and watch it burn.

As you went back to clean the dishes, you noticed Sevika had gotten up and began to follow you. Great, you upset one of the three main people you never wanted to get on the bad side of.

Good going.

You braced yourself to be ridiculed or fired before you heard Sevika speak up.

“Hey, you.” She called out, to which you turned around, a questioning look on your face as you looked behind you before looking back at her. “Yes, you. Come here.” She called out, now very clearly looking directly at you. If you were wearing boots you’d be shaking in them by now. You listened, of course, and walked towards her, leaving behind your container of dishes on a counter nearby.

Once you made your way towards her, you simply made a gesture of acknowledgement, not speaking up as you waited for her to continue.

“I need you to handle something for me. You don’t talk much, that’s good.” She spoke, her voice low and gritty as she leaned towards you as if trying to keep, whatever she was about to let you in on, a secret. You were just a busser, you weren’t supposed to be involved in any of the bigger things, this isn't what you wanted.

Then again, you were just a busser, so there was no possible way that whatever Sevika wanted to suddenly burden you with was going to be all that damning, right?

“I have a ‘meeting’ tomorrow and I need someone else to go with. Don’t talk, don’t play, don;t do anything, you just have to be there. Got it?” She asked, well actually more like demanded. Then you realized, this ‘meeting’ was just another one of her gambling sessions. She must be playing something that involves two players and as someone who clearly doesn’t want to be in the way, she wouldn’t have to worry about you trying to snuff her out while playing.

You felt as if the entire weight of the world lifted off of your shoulders.

“Got it.” You responded.

“Rotten luck boys.” Sevika gloated, throwing her deck onto the table as the two men before both of you huffed and growled having now the last majority of their money that they likely had saved for this occasion.

Just before she could say anything else, the sound of a sudden impact flew through the air, and before you could ever process what had just happened you watched as a streak of pink flew past your vision. The two men that had once been sitting before you had scurried off, grabbing some of their belongings in the process, clearly not wanting to be involved.

You looked over to Sevika who was now partly on the floor as she grasped her jaw before looking up at the culprit.

“Vi?” You whispered at the same time as Sevika as you both gazed upon the pink haired woman who currently had her back turned towards you.

Vi quickly turned back around to face you both, her eyes quickly glancing at you but her gaze didn’t linger as her focus was clearly on Sevika. Without another word shared between the two of them, punches were thrown, blows were dealt, and the sound of faces hitting concrete became more frequent than you ever would have liked it to.

You backed off, staring at the scrap before you as your eyes remained locked on the pink haired woman. There was no way that was Vi. It couldn’t be, she was killed with everyone else right? Perhaps, this was just a woman who just happened to look like Vi..? You racked through your brain with a million reasons for this to somehow be possible. None of which involved this truly being Vi. You didn’t want to let your hopes up like that.

It wasn’t until you tuned back into the fight had you realized that Vi had kicked Sevika through a wall and was now holding her to the ground.

“Where’s my sister, where is he keeping her!” She demanded, holding her fist to Sevika’s face. It was then you realized, this really was Vi. From the voice, the fighting ability, the hair. You couldn’t deny it, it truly was her.

Your heart raced with excitement as you realized she was alive. She was really alive.

But if Sevika had her way, that wouldn’t be the case for long.

She drove her clawed metal hand into Vi’s abdomen, wounding her greatly.

You didn’t know what to do, if you spoke out against Sevika and lived you would be hunted for sport by Silco’s men, or Sevika herself. If you didn’t do anything, Vi was right on track to die.

Before you could make a decision, you heard the whirring of Sevika’s arm as she stood once again, grabbing Vi and holding her in place.

“Hm, oh. And I almost forgot, a friend of yours wanted to say hi.” She taunted as she tilted Vi’s dreary face towards you. You watched as her face that was riddled with pain changed ever so slightly with shock as she recognized you.

“Sunshine…?” She said quietly. The nickname that she had given you all those years ago. before you both turned back to Sevika as the sound of her arm powering up filled the air. Vi looked as if she had given up by this point, having no more strength in her to fight.

You had to help, you had to do something. You weren’t going to sit by and let this happen.

You weren’t going to lose her again.

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thesorcerersapprenticeu · 9 days ago

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Chapter 9: Easy Come Easy Go

Summary:

So there you were: buried under a thousand tons of heavy rubble after the explosion in the Cannery. Broken bones, blood everywhere and a broken will that makes itself felt. But that's about to change; with the discovery of a part of the Wizards Corpse, your whole life up to now is turned upside down, and with a few difficult decisions and inner complexes, you are reborn. The chapter that changes everything now; heaps of trauma, a new power flowing through your body and an adventure that will soon have you, Vi and Powder crossing paths again.

Notes:

The next chapter! By the way, I haven't even started the second season yet, in case anyone is interested. I'm just getting into the real plot of the series with this chapter, and there's still a lot, lots, of things to come. But I don't want to keep you that long, so have fun reading and leave kudos and comments! wc: 5K

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What exactly was it that was going through your mind right now, in this moment, in this second?

Buried under so many tons of ceiling pieces just waiting to collapse on you and crush your body like your arm lying under a heavy piece of rubble. The only thing stopping all that debris, like the long piece of wood slowly drilling through your guts, was the thin steel wires of the Enforcer Gadget.

You were truly lucky in misfortune, although the misfortune is more present. Anyone who would see you now, here in the Cannery, buried under countless debris from the ceiling, would probably cry or simply not know which emotion to show on their face first. But who knows; a little boy who didn't know any better and made a brave attempt to prove himself now had to suffer the consequences.

"Remember Y/N, no matter what you do...Everything, and I mean everything, has consequences. You may not notice them at first, but on a deeper level they will always find a way."

You could only scoff because of the words of your real father that were running through your mind. Scoffing was an exaggeration, you open your mouth and the metallic taste makes you taste it, and your eyes see the red substance that is slowly escaping your mouth. You could barely move, even though there is a little space above you, your arm is still crushed under the rubble.

Never in your life did you expect to die like this. You didn't often think about death, after all, it caused you grief to know that everyone you ever cared about would die at some point, but it was important. Basically, everyone dies, you always told yourself, and then you just kept reading some book and stayed calm.

But this slow death was the worst thing ever. Not only were you buried under the countless debris just waiting to fall on you, but also under your own stupidity. Thinking that you could do anything. Thinking that you and Powder could be important one day. To think that there's a reason you were ever born.

Funny, right now you had to think about your real family. The pitying look you always got from your siblings when you started talking about magic. The feeling of being worth less than them, which they always told you and instilled in you.

Sad, the second time you think about it. You're already on the verge of death and you think about the worst moments of your life, but you always thought you'd see the best moments just before you died. There's hardly any air left to breathe, everything hurts, you can hardly see anything and you haven't heard anything for hours.

You were foolish: the action of throwing the Enforcer gadget at Powder's monkey bomb. At that moment you acted on instinct, after hearing what was going on in there you had to do something. But because of you, because of you alone, people were dead and soon you were too. Without you, The Monkey Bomb would never have exploded, Vi wouldn't have ditched Powder and everyone else would probably still be alive.

No matter what I do, it ends in disaster. Why exactly did this always have to happen? Couldn't something go right in your life just once, just once? Why did you always have to be the weak, little boy who had to be looked after? Why couldn't you be strong like Vi or Vander for once?

While you are asking yourself all these questions, watching your life pass you by, you don't even realize it.

Even though the adrenaline has worn off...you can feel your arm again. At first you don't pay any attention, after all you are probably seconds away from brain death.

But then you also feel no more blood in your throat, and that fills your body with energy.

What the?

It was strange, you were just about to die, and now your body gets an energy boost? Are you sure you weren't just dead and imagining it? Maybe this is the real death? Simply without any feeling of not existing again and again.

You try it out of sheer curiosity, like a researcher. It hurts, hardly any light or air and you try to pull your apparently crushed arm out from under the heavy rubble. With a few stitches, pulling on the sides a few times and slightly bending the stone with your other arm, you somehow manage it.

Using simple physics, namely the law of leverage, you pull out your arm, take a look at your Pale Skin and expect that what reaches your eyesight now is a completely bloody, crushed and dead arm.

But your right arm...

Looks brand new.

What's going on here? It was just completely crushed? What the hell is going on here?

The situation couldn't seem more surreal, as good as buried under a pile of heavy rubble, everything about to collapse from the steel wire you can already hear dragging, and your completely crushed arm has just healed itself. It sounded fake as I mentally went through the events, fantasy-like and a bit like...magic.

You take a good look at your arm, turn the inside towards your face and look at the veins. Everything looks fine, you think. It just looked the same as the last time you looked at your arm properly, but there was one thing you noticed the second time you looked over it.

Small scars on the palm of the hand.

You hardly noticed them the first time you looked at them, minimal scars, fading in with the darkness and barely noticeable on the surface when you brush over them. But the scars continue, which you can't believe at first. As if you had cut yourself on sharp wood, the small cuts continue towards your elbow.

WHAT THE?!

Slow, red spots that run from the palm of your hand, i.e. the top of your fingers, through your entire arm and stop at your elbow. You continue to look at the spot as you slowly realize that your heart is starting to beat faster, seemingly trying to breathe a second life into your body.

And then, just when the situation couldn't be funnier, you go through it again mentally:

I activated the monkey bomb using the enforcer gadget, and now I'm buried under all this rubble. When the adrenaline was gone, I could clearly feel my shattered arm? Why does it look like brand new now? And what kind of cuts are those?

Wait a minute...

Right now, right now. Just as you took an extra look at your arm, when a small beam of light passed through a groove in the rubble and hit your eyes for a moment, you could see it:

Another arm has just fallen out of your arm.

And to make matters worse: it's a corpse arm.

WHAT?!

You immediately become agitated, fidgeting like crazy and doing your best to understand the situation without freaking out, although you didn't really have the strength to do so. You here, buried under thousands of pieces of rubble and barely alive, and now some weird dark, fleshy arm coming out of you?

WHA?!

But as you look down at it, slowly choking on your own intestines, you realize something. It's taking a really long time, and normally you were definitely the smartest one in the group. But with hardly any air down here, cramped and wounded legs, blood on almost every part of your body and a mind that could barely cope with it all, it's taking longer, of course.

This is the Arm of the Wizards Corpse.

It was softer than you thought. Your inquisitive fingers poked at the flesh that had eluded your grasp all those days ago; you'd expected it to be crackly like baking paper, but it wasn't. It had the same softness of the wrinkled skin of old people: fragile and thin and delicate.

This is...

Your mind flees the situation; you end up somewhere else mentally, unlike this situation where minutes, seconds ago you were wondering if you were going to die. Although you are here right now, barely room to move, in a reclining position with your back slightly bent, your right arm propped up with your left, yet your mind allows itself to wander elsewhere.

The map.

It's like a cogwheel clicking in your head, slow puzzle pieces coming together to make a logical connection that you hadn't even thought about.

The map of this Jayce Talis, on which the positions of the Corpse Parts are marked. All nine parts of the Wizards Corpse, which are apparently so important that people spend years trying to find them, and even create maps...

And you ended up right in the middle of it.

How the hell did this come about?

The monkey bomb explosion destroyed and killed so much and you magically find yourself a part of the Corpse? Everything you've done since you learned of its existence has led you here.

And now you've paid the price.

Everything had a price. In this world, people count as objects just as much as anything else, you knew that. No matter what you did, would have done, everything had led you right here, buried under tons of rubble and the worst physical condition you've ever had.

You can only feel your whole body twitching a little: a tremor goes through your cramped legs and along your stomach, causing pain. Then it continues along your shoulder, where you feel a reaction especially in your right arm, and ends at your head, where you suddenly no longer feel the sore throat.

I don't want this.

Your eyes, now widened, look down at your right arm. The large cut in the middle, from which the Corpse Arm rushed out, suddenly seemed more like a disease than a blessing. You were just on the verge of death, but now you are suddenly healthy again and with a part of the most important magic object ever, a part of the Wizards Corpse.

You look down and feel along the corpse part. The dark flesh was strangely soft, almost squishy. The individual nails of the part, which look as if they are primary parts, the perfect construction of the flesh and the inner bone structure, which is barely visible...

With that, you look at your right hand, the corpse not being inside.

If you had the strength, you would probably scream. Your right arm was, to your shock, absolutely ruined. Bruised, bloody and bones hanging out. It was as if you'd been banging against a metal plate for hours, which is roughly how you could describe the sight, mashed up and absolutely disgusting.

At your slight shock, the Corpse Arm reenters yours. Slowly sinking in, the Dark Flesh disappears into your Pale Skin, leaving absolutely no trace. But one trace was left: Your 'Crushed' arm quickly reassembles, looking completely normal, as if nothing had ever happened.

The thing healed my arm...by magic?

You could see it, as if your eyes had a thermal vision you could see the little blue streaks along your arm. It looked like an aura, a certain life energy that originally flowed through the Corpse...now flowing through your arm.

The fine stripes stretched across your body and it left a strange feeling on your skin. As if you had goose bumps, but without the shock effect. As if a kind of sixth sense had just been born in you...

Magic.

You stand up a little further, bend your back so that your arm was right next to your stomach and you had a clear view of it. The familiar feeling of your arm, the nerves, was still there. But at the same time there was this other feeling that flowed from your arm through your whole body like energy.

Is that magic? This strange twitching feeling that flows through my body?

What exactly was it that was going through your mind?

A few minutes ago you were down here, completely devastated. Broken ribs, injured intestines, blood everywhere, a completely crushed arm and a broken will. Your mind was a mess, as were your intestines.

And now, the only thing that has improved is your physical condition. Mentally, you're still in a state of shock, for several reasons: What happened to the other people here in the explosion? Powder, Vi? Did your sacrifice make any sense at all?

I don't want this thing.

I want to see the others again.

Tears slowly form in your eyes and you can't stop them. The warm tears run down your rough cheek and drip onto the stone floor beneath you.

"I DON'T WANT THIS THING!" You scream, oh God, how you scream. You desperately try to stand up, only to hit your head against a pair of the debris and stumble to the ground: Without the Enforcer Gadget, you would be dead by now.

You grit your teeth, drop back down and just cry yourself out. You can do absolutely nothing, buried under thousands of tons of rubble, absolutely no strength and no will to go on. A few more times you try to scream, somewhere in the back of your mind the hope that someone will come and save you.

You are behaving childishly... But what should you do?

You are a child.

A child who received no love even from his parents and was seen as an outsider, even at home. A child who preferred to go from the Upper Town to the Lower Town in the hope of not being seen as absolute garbage there. But that's exactly what you were, a small, weak boy who preferred to live in fiction rather than reality.

You are so incredibly close to an emotional breakdown because of so many things. They're buzzing around in your mind, desperately trying to get you to finally give up.

One look down, at your arm, and you have found something that makes you think and distracts you from the thoughts that were threatening to kill you.

Surge

It was text, on the palm of your hand. Small letters that resembled scars, as if someone had carved something on your skin.

"Surge," you read. The Latin felt foggy on your tongue, and you weren't even one hundred percent even sure if it was Latin. But after a few seconds of thinking, you remember something.

These letters look like...

Your eyes catch sight of the shape of the letters in the little light beneath the rubble. It was as if they were composed of several individual shapes, like a mathematical equation that makes no sense without individual components.

Your magic book.

It makes sense, the same signs from your spellbook that were also in the notes of this Jayce Talis have something to do with the Corpse, of course. Now, of course, answer the question "What does it mean?" and maybe something will happen.

You think desperately, your hope of somehow surviving increases with every second that you have already discovered the Corpse Part. It's as if someone has breathed new life into you and whispered in your ear "There's always a way"

What can I do?

What should I do?

This Corpse Part changes absolutely nothing about my situation! It's no good, even if my wounds heal, it won't get me out of here!

Except...

Oh oh, there it was. A thought that will change everything, turn the whole world you've known upside down and show you much more than you ever thought possible.

You think, if you can really use magic, you need to use it wisely now. A spell from your book that gets you out of this wreckage while not overdoing anything to avoid attention.

For a moment, a very short one, you don't think about magic, death or the Corpse. Your thoughts land on the other important things that are worth living for, the reason why you haven't just given up and faced the pain until now.

It was powder and Vi, what else?

You don't waste another second thinking, you go straight to what you were thinking, an ice spell.

I can manage that.

Back then, when you were still with your parents, you always tried it in the garden. You almost giggle when you think about it. Pain all over your body that slowly subsides, hope that returns through the words that pass through your mind...and a determination that is once again unsurpassed.

"O Fearsome snow golem." The words you thought were fantasy before suddenly feel...real.

But you had forgotten one thing that you now had to do differently. As you were always able to draw your magic circle on the floor before, you put your right arm to your mouth and bite off a fingertip. With the blood that is now slowly dripping down, you draw a circle on the floor and the hieroglyphs you have memorized on the floor.

"O Fearsome snow golem. "

It feels as if power is gathering in your body, your aching limbs relax and you concentrate on focusing all your magic on one point: Your right arm.

Before you say the next words, think about everything again:

Your real family that has never blamed you.

Powder and Vi, who were helpless in this explosion.

All the pain and injuries you created by throwing the bomb.

And the last hope in your life: The Wizards Corpse.

"Give me your strength! "

Not a second passes, not even a fraction of a moment, but so much happens at once that your mind takes longer than usual to understand everything. Your body absolutely can't keep up in terms of understanding, but three things seem to have changed about your situation:

Firstly, several blue magic circles suddenly appear in the air. It looks like a perfect description of space, but with an incredible amount of hieroglyphics and small zips that look like electricity.

Secondly, you were no longer buried under tons of rubble. The stones, as you noticed with an upward glance, fly around weightlessly in the air. Below you, the steel wire that had held them up before, now acting like a spider's web.

Thirdly, you were finally able to get out.

You don't waste a second, even if you would like to look at everything for hours. Standing up quickly, against your cramped legs, you run straight out and out of the storm.

Heavy steps, an even heavier conscience, and a freedom you could only have believed in minutes ago. You managed to stand on the brink of death and still live on. Not only that, you just used magic that no one had ever believed in.

There's a huge crash and you turn backwards; all the debris has fallen again, and the Azure Magic seems to have disappeared. A little bit of dust comes towards you, and you have to hold an arm in front of your face. You can almost see it in your mind's eye: You under all the rubble, hunched up and completely devastated.

I was buried in there until just now...

So there you were: now standing in front of the huge pile of debris that was threatening to absolutely crush you. Any one of these single large pieces of rubble could have hit you in a place that would have meant direct death for you, but you survived.

Just as you are about to ponder the whole situation, your mind threatening to break and your will confessing, you see something: out of all the rubble rolls your Enforcer Gadget. The Small Steel Sphere that has already saved you several times and always seems to find its way back to you.

You walk over, with slow and faint steps that all leave a stinging sensation in your lower body, bend down and pick up the gadget. Here it is, in the palm of your right hand with a strange sensation running through your whole arm. But as you turn your hand over, not wanting to look at the object any further, you notice something.

Rotatio

It was text again. It was carved like a scar on the back of your right hand, making you think. The other letters were gone, the new text was longer than before, and seemed to be trying to bridge a new message to you.

When did that happen?

These letters were never there before, I would have noticed them, wouldn't I? Or have they only been there since I've been holding my 'steel ball'?

But the word was closer to your language this time than before, and with a re-reading of the carved letters on your hand, you realized what it meant. Your mind goes through your vocabulary, even though your mind is still Hazy, it quickly finds the one word that might fit:

Rotation.

But why now? I know that the gadget rotates and thus extends the wires? What does the arm of the Corpse have to do with rotation or anything here?

Out of pure instinct, you look around and your eyes adjust to the new view. The Cannery was absolutely destroyed, piles of debris and wrecked machinery everywhere. It looked like the aftermath of a war that had ended in kamikaze action.

You look down at the letters in your hand again. They are still there, but something is wrong, why are they still there?

What is that feeling in my hand?

Your right hand feels like something is happening, but it wasn't familiar, it was something new.

And when you turn your hand over, voilà: Your 'steel ball' spins like crazy in your hand. You haven't even put any pressure on it, but the spinning doesn't stop, and you can already see the weak muscles of your hand being affected by the rotation.

WHAT?!

It was strange, even crazy. Not exerting any force, but there seemed to be a source of energy that fed the rotation and kept it going.

The arm of the Corpse.

It sounds logical, but you shouldn't think about that now, you first have to understand the whole situation here and move on. The destroyed Cannery, Vi and Powder, Vander and the fact that everyone probably thinks you're dead.

You'll have to get used to this at some point anyway, so why not do it now?

It was a smart thought, seriously. You don't have the energy or the head to solve any puzzles or make connections to your New Magic and the rotation in light of the Corpse anyway.

So you leave, with your Steel Ball in hand, a few of the Blue Crystals and your spell book and Jayce Talis' notebook in your coat pockets, and head off.

Slow, experimental steps in the hope of finding something, anything. The thick air outside the rubble floods your lungs and you have regained the feeling of being able to breathe without worry. Long, comfortable breaths physically, and mentally already recounting all the events of the day.

["But the flow of things will always lead to calamity."]

Tears flow from your eyes again. You can't stop thinking about all the sacrifices and consequences of your actions, and it crushes you worse than the rubble could ever have.

It's all your fault, as always. If you hadn't dropped the monkey bomb, it would never have exploded, Vander and the others would have escaped and Powder wouldn't be alone now. But you were determined to prove yourself for once, just like her. And what do you both get out of it now? Absolutely nothing except psychological problems.

You don't get far, after just a few minutes of wandering around the paths of the Cannery you find something. Your eyes don't recognize it on the ground at first, but you didn't have enough energy and your mind was somewhere else.

It's Vander's body.

He no longer looked normal: with dramatically increased muscle mass, several feet bigger in height, and purple veins that pop out all over his body.

You don't have time to risk another glance at him, in fear of collapsing completely if you did. But you fall to your knees and simply can't move.

Vander...

You can't stop the tears, neither the soft mumblings that come out of your mouth. Your eyes have already lost the light that slumbered in them before: curiosity died with the conscience that you are responsible for all of this.

The realization sets in again; people have died because of you. Everything here, all the destruction, the dead, the injured, the trauma that others now have and all because of you.

Why didn't I just die?

Thoughts like this fill your mind as you continue to look down at the seemingly lifeless Vander. It feels like you now have a certain choice, either to give everything you have for this moment or to just keep going somehow.

The tears stop for a moment and, by pure chance, you catch sight of the new letters on your right arm.

Serva eum

This changes the sad expression on your face. You become angry, Pure Rage is visible in your face and your posture, but you don't care.

Clenched teeth, slightly narrowed eyes and single drops of sweat flowing down. Your hands tense automatically, letting blood flow through your veins to somehow let out the Pure Frustration. You scream out of your Pure Selle what your Pure Frustration and Rage whispers to you.

"SERVA EUM?! I DON'T FUCKING KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS DAMN! DAMMIT! WHY?! WHYYYY!"

"It means 'save him ' ."

You immediately turn your head in an upward direction, where you catch sight of a man. A tall, lanky, and pale man, with a few bandages on his body and a purple scarf covering his chin and neck. At the same time, you notice that the right side of his face looks quite burnt.

Was he also hit by the explosion? Who is that?

"Are you one of those kids who...did all this?" He says, and you only see minimal movements of the cloth. But like his previous statement, it hits you and at the same time shows you that you have to be careful with this guy.

"No I..." Your voice sounds rough, still the voice of a child, but with an undertone that corresponds to many recent events. Maybe you've matured, or maybe you're just more traumatized than you were before. "Was just pulled along by the explosion"

"I see..."

You look away from his face, certain that he is still staring at you. You try to keep your expression as stoic as possible, but it's incredibly difficult in this situation.

"We can still save him."

You immediately open your eyes and stare at the man. When he sees how quickly you have changed your stoic expression, his look softens, and he raises a hand in a beckoning gesture.

"But I should warn you..." With that, your mind switches back on and you don't let your emotions guide you any further. "This path is... dangerous."

Dangerous? What does he mean?

"But from the looks of it..." With that, he looks around at what's left of this mess. "Doesn't seem to be any other way past it."

But then his eyes hit the huge pile of rubble that lay further away. Beneath it was a fine line of blood that was already beginning to dry and turn black. This line ran through a large part of the cannery and stopped... At the little boy sitting in front of him, you.

This boy really survived down here? Did he come out of the rubble up there? How? He must be damn clever. I could use someone like him. But I should be careful...

His gaze analyzes you, your posture, physique, injuries and then your eyes. But now he sees something that seems to have changed: ever since he mentioned that Vander was savable, the light in your eyes was missing.

This boy...is damn dangerous. His Fangs and Determination are Second to none, if I'm not careful his fangs may even reach me.

"Then I'll teach you..." He says after a few seconds, eyes still set on you, slowly sensing a slight nervousness in his voice. "And you'll be something like my apprentice..."

His apprentice? Who is this guy?

The moment was surreal, with Vander's big body in front of you and this man behind it. While your mind understands absolutely nothing, your body simply does what it wants and your conscience grows stronger again, you continue to listen to him.

"My name is Singed, and you are now...The Sorcerer's Apprentice"

On this day, you were born again, not as a human, but as a magician.

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Notes:

That was...traumatizing. The only somewhat positive thing in this chapter was the ending, which I really picked extra for the progression of the story and series because Vi and Powder finally think Vander is dead. But a pact with Singed? Well, you don't really have a choice. I have to admit that the scenes with the magic were so much fun to write, seriously, way too much. Since the Corpse Parts awaken magic in your body, you can now use it, the pairing with the rotation of your 'Steel Ball' makes you the character with the most potential in the whole story, by far. The next update is coming for the genius story, where we'll finally get to Pure Panic, which I also like! Thanks for reading, feel free to leave kudos and comments!

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