The screams of Astrid went un heard as Erika was lost within her own wave of memories and agony. The unstoppable feelings of her past had overwhelmed and driven her to slight madness at the moment, making it impossible to think of anything but her vengeance and sorrow she had felt all those years ago, and the same feelings which she had let consume her at this point in time. Erika had become the very thing she hated, an uncaring sociopath that only wanted to accomplish her goal, with her hatred being the only method of understanding she had within the world and it is her only guide. She had killed hundreds if not thousands just to try and either prove she was worthy to be here or to further her goal of killing the one who had rejected her in the first place. It was a maelstrom of emotion and turmoil as she addled her brain back and forth between what she used to want in the past and her desires now. As another flashback to her past sprinted into her mind Erika felt a surge of anger rush through her as she tried to stand and fight back, but was quickly rushed into a flood of her own memories by the energy still lingering if not dissipating.
The dark of night was turning into dawn as the young girl rushed throughout the woods to try and find safety. Despite all of her efforts and various movements throughout the world she just didn't feel safe at all, the threat of what she had been running from was the fore front in her mind which drove her to insanity. She just had to keep running, keep running, keep running, till her legs gave out and she could no more. It would be a good few moments before it hit her and she collapsed on the ground unable to move. She couldn't recall how long it had been since she started to run, but now she had no choice but to rest and hope for the best, and hope that even if she died her friend would be safe, that could be her only condolence she had if she perished, though as she drifted off the girl hoped she wouldn't just fade away.
Heavy eyes opened as she looked up towards a roof and saw that it wasn't the familiar white she was used too, but rather a brown, a cultured brown, it was wood yeah okay the girl was pretty smart clearly. Stirring a bit the girl tried to get up but found that her body was also heavy. A voice called out to her and she panicked for a brief moment before realizing that the voice sounded feminine.
"Don't get up, you took a big hit it looks like, found you out in the woods unconscious. You have been out of it for a couple of days now, was starting to get worried. You got a name stranger?"
It was weird being questioned right away, but the girl simply turned her head to the side to try and get a better look, only to no avail, apparently, she was around the corner in the hallway, or judging by the smell in the kitchen. Guess she had a guest room near the kitchen or something.
"Name? I mean, I guess I was just called Omega, I don't know if it's a name so much as a designation."
"Designation? That sounds pretty cold, everyone needs at least a name right, otherwise, how do we feel special at all?"
"Been only a minute and I've already been mocked."
Stated the girl in frustration.
"I didn't mean to offend, I just meant you should have a name. Hmm, I'm not very creative when it comes to names though, never found the idea of naming anything appealing, I merely like to take, but how about..."
With the closing of some pots and the sound of pouring the pitter patter of footsteps could be heard heading towards the room where the girl was. As the woman who had been speaking entered her brown and pink hair along with matching eye colors appeared with what looked like a bowl of soup or something resembling it, possibly her making lunch and then giving the girl in bed some out of kindness or duty, that or the owner of the house really expected for the girl int he bed to wake up right at that moment and this was just a massive annoying plothole that would piss off anyone who read it and now had it pointed out. Placing the plot hole soup on the table the owner of the house smiled and reached over to help the girl in bed get up.
"Easy now, I made you something, don't know how good it is, but I made it so it's probably crap, but at least it is something. More than your name."
"I thought you said you weren't trying to offend?"
"When I saw you so out of it, I had to try something to get you to have some kind of expression other than sorrow, it's not good for a girl to look so sad all the time."
"Why does my expression look bad, it's just an expression who cares about impressing others."
"It's not about impressing others, but rather about making you feel better. Say, what would you think of your first impression of me, besides annoyed that is."
"Foolish."
"Perfect, then you can share my name since we are both the same."
"I'm not a fool!"
"Really? What kind of person is passed out in the woods half dead that isn't a fool?"
"Look I don't have to explain it to you, I was out there for important reasons."
"Of course, foolishly important reasons."
"You suck at not offending."
"You suck at being honest."
"Alright you going to let me eat my crap soup or what?"
"I suppose I will."
As the brown and pink haired lady got up to leave the girl in the bed thought for a brief moment and realized that out of nowhere she had been named and then the one naming didn't even bother to tell her the name in the first place. Calling out to the owner as she was leaving the girl in the bed begrudgingly tried to drum up a kinder tone.
"Say, you never even told me the name I'd share with you, what is it fool or something?"
Turning to look towards her in the door frame the house owner smiled.
"Oh that's an easy one, I could go by fool due to the choices I've made in life, but my parents named me Erika, don't know why I guess they just liked it, and since you seem just as dumb as I am, if not for different reasons I guess it fits you too right? Anyway eat up and I'll check on you in a bit."
Leaving the girl in the bed now called Erika by a stranger was a bit annoyed. Erika... what a stupid name.
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Another surge of energy rushed throughout the area as the onslaught continued.
"Come on, you call that trying, I get that you have talent but you won't hurt anyone fighting like that."
"Well maybe if you didn't suck at instructing me, I could do a better job!"
"I told you the basic's, it's not just about making a piece of string and poking someone, it's about shaping the fabric of time between two points. Think of the thread less as a piece of fashion and more about a strand of time you are borrowing, just like how I have borrowed several things in my day."
"Is that why you live out here alone to hide? Looks like it didn't get you anything."
"And that's why I am a fool, I got all the riches in the world but can't spend them on anything, but maybe you can right? All you have to do is just get down the concept and not just make some fancy magical dress again. Now come on little miss arrogant but sucks, again and this time with feeling."
Outside of the cabin at high noon the two were training the magic which one of them had used to further her own career of thievery and mischief. Erika, the one who was practicing that is, was busy trying to get down the concept of the stupidly complicated magic. She wasn't allowed to just fire and forget like her other abilities, or at least what she thought they were, Erika had to actually think about the fighting method, she had to try and view the world in a different light and see what one couldn't normally see, time. it was difficult if not impossible but since Erika didn't have much of a choice but to try it, or give up and never be able to take her revenge against the man who made her, she kept going. Threads manifested around her but they didn't have the proper bite so she got smacked on the head.
"Did you even try to look at the time stream!?"
"Of course I did! I saw the time and saw it was lunch."
"Hopeless girl, if you had seen it you would have noticed I was going to hit you and dodge. Look, we can take a break you are improving just, it needs to snap in your head I guess, that' or I'll just beat it into you, either works."
Heading inside Erika sighed as she followed her magic teacher into the cabin again. Why did this magic have to be so difficult to learn, then again power of time seemed pretty cool in and of itself, so it might be worth it in the end... well at least for the outfits, for some reason Erika really liked the idea of just goofing off and trying out different combinations, maybe after she took revenge she would try her hand at becoming a fashion designer or something, seemed like the perfect job, got to act important for no reason at all and boss people around, sounded fun.
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As the energy started to fade away there was but one more mental attack that was launched towards the two, it was the last bitter memory and blow that Erika had suffered.
Rain fell upon the ground as the daytime was turning to night. Upon a hill, nearby the home as the girl with blue hair felt tears welling in her eyes as she looked down upon a bloodied body of the one who had been her mentor for the past year. All around her laid the bodies of countless individuals who had tried their hand at her and eventually a couple had succeeded, she was bleeding out and it was over.
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why didn't you let me help you?"
"You didn't have this coming, I did. I spent a good twenty years stealing ever since I was old enough to be decent at magic, I deserved this kind of death for it."
"Why would you die when you could keep living!? That doesn't make any sense if something wants to kill you run from it or kill it don't just die."
"I don't expect you to get it, but I expect you to respect my decision, besides I got a lot of them, maybe over half... ha ha, at least I still got some of it in me. Say... can you stop crying and listen to me?"
"I guess I can, what is it?"
"So, I wrote out the notes to my treasure and left it underneath the cabin along with some magic instructions on stuff I couldn't master myself, I know you can, you've gotten way past my level already... just... make sure you use it right, I'd hate for all of it to be a waste... that and I've probably only got five minutes left if that, and bleeding out is a shit way to die so... you mind taking one of their guns and finishing me off. More fitting if I die by someone I know than just some strangers blow."
"You can't just ask me to kill you!? What kind of sick person just asks that!?"
"Well we are nearly the same right? Both of us fight for our own selfish reasons, well listen to my selfish reason this once, okay?"
"I hate you."
"Good, I was a shit guardian anyway, and an even shittier person."
"I hate how you are giving up."
"I hate how you never tried."
"I hate how you always argued."
Leaning over to pick up one of the pistols that were lying on the ground, Erika took aim at Erika.
"You are the closest thing I've ever had to a mother."
"You are the closest thing I've ever had to a kid."
"We are both pretty pathetic... aren't we?"
"We sure are..."
Bang, the sound resonated through the now night sky as the girl with blue hair began to match the rain with her own, though it didn't last for long. She didn't know what prompted it within her but her feeling of sorrow was matched only by her desire for revenge against those who had done this. It would be foolish to try and take on so many, but she didn't care, in her mind, it was the right thing to do, but just not as herself... that wasn't right if anything she could allow her teacher one last bout of revenge in spirit. As if a reaction, Erika shifted her form to match that of her teacher's body, and used the magic she had been taught to match the clothes...
...
"Har har we are rich lads! She might have gotten half of us, but it doesn't matter that just means to the survivors go the spoils! Drink up, all of us got our revenge!"
A tavern in a nearby town was lit up with people of varying types, but all with the same form of mindset, revenge. They had gotten their treasures back and then some, well most of them got it back some was still hidden, not that it mattered eventually they would turn up with some digging, they couldn't be that far from the home and in the morning they would celebrate more and dig some more. Glasses were raised high and toasts were held the men celebrated and cheered of their victory against the thief. Though their victory was short lived as the doors to the tavern were thrown open, and all eyes turned to look at the one who had done such an attention grabbing action. Most were in shock and some were angered when they saw the appearance of the one at the doors.
The girl with pink and brown hair was before them and they were pissed.
"The hell bitch!? You are supposed to be dead!"
"Dead? I am dead, what you see right now is just an angry ghost... and secondly..."
Changing the walls of the tavern into threads the girl wrapped them around the villains in any way she could, she wasn't playing around, she wasn't here to be kind, she wasn't here to just take back the treasure, she was here for revenge.
"The names not bitch, it's Erika..."
Looking over towards the counter she tried to find something badass to add onto the end of her statement before it was too late, but sadly all she saw was some stupid nightshade flower and a bag of sugar treats...
"Erika Skittles."
With that, she crushed them, pierced them and hung them out to dry in a brutal display of manipulation of the magic she had been taught. While potent in a group she had caught them both off guard and in a place of advantage for her. As all of their bodies fell and Erika sighed as she felt the sense of duty finally match up with her twisted sense of justice she threw the treasure in various portals that led back to the cabin and smacked her head against the wall.
"Damn it, should have gone on with nightshade Skittles is pretty lame, oh well... guess I'll just get started on my plans then, and this time I won't let the world take from me, I'll take from it..."
As the pulsing explosions finally faded Erika sat against the wall and her screams stopped, only now matched with a maddening cackle as her hands covered her face.
"No one can see, no one can see, no one can see, no one can ever see, NO ONE CAN EVER SEE!"
Laughing with a crazy twist Erika looked up towards the roof of the dungeon.
"Yes... no one did see it, no one can ever know if they know the world knows, can't let it win, can't let it win, but no one saw so... it's.... fine."
Looking downward slowly Erika saw it, Astrid on the ground looking right at her. She didn't hear her at all, and Erika's mind turned to straight madness, her mind focused on only one thing.
"YOU!"
She had to die, she had to die, she. Had. To. Die. With a sickening look to her eyes Erika opened her mouth and pointed towards Astrid, energy building up within as reality around her began to distort and crumble, Erika unleashed a roar that shattered dimensions directly at Astrid, or rather she would have if she hadn't heard but a fateful voice.
"Yes, kill her so that you may join my side like you were meant to all this time. Kill the one who is innocent, yes I love it!"
Blinking for a brief moment as the energy continued to gather Erika realized who was before her and her clarity returned.
"Astrid? What am I doing... she's dumb but I shouldn't kill her... I should kill..."
Laughing the Sombra sat on one of the upper support beams of the dungeon and thought about how he would take advantage of her abilities, only to never finish the thought as Erika warped in behind him and unleashed her full fury tearing the dungeon apart and the man asunder, all of it was gone and all that remained was some rubble and a crater.
"Him..."
Falling to the ground below Erika landed with a thump, completely spent emotionally and physically.
[Post WC: 3078]
[Total WC: 11,703/12,500]