Victorious

Drabbles

Disbelieved

I don't own Victorious and if you've read this chapter before I decided to spread them out.

Jade stands before her, glaring dead ahead. The distance between them is quite large, but even then the raven haired belle can feel her opponent's burning gaze.

A smile slips unto Tori's lips, her fusion red pupils outglowing her eyes in a burning shine.

She steps forward, her fluid TRON gear leaving a halo tracer lines in her wake. Her smile widens and her speed increases.

Jade sets her footing firmly, lending a hand to the side and forming a light ball. She grabs the ball and it extends giving form of a ribbed, remedial claymore.

Whipping it into her sight, she runs it along the open palm of her free hand, tracing her sight to the red beam headed her way.

She evades it, spinning in an aerial somersault to safe ground before, moving in on her target.

Tori dodges her opponent's strike, but is thrown by the backlash of the blade. She finds her footing a few feet away and releases a barrage of fusion beams, blasting light balls from her open palms.

Skillfully maneuvering her body to avoid the rays, Jade dodges beam after beam, blocking when necessary.

Tori takes advantage, breaking the speed barrier at a blurring pace. She lands her first hit of the fight, knocking her opponent a great distance with a hard fist to the side of her face.

The warrior tumbles repeatedly, then goes airborne spinning and lands, blowing dust clouds as she screeches back from the fading impact.

Her eyes lock on the figure seconds before it hits, but her vigor is still fresh. At a speed rivalling lightning her sword arm shoots up with a deadly reverse hold slash.

The resounding flash sound common to the STAR WARS franchise signifies the claymore never hit home.

In its path, a glowing replication of a World of Warcraft broad sword, rests its weight. Tori's smirking face is inches from her opponent's, each shaking from the force the other is putting into the blades.

Jade grits her teeth and bites back the urge to join the brunette's infectious grinning. Grappling her hilt, initiates Arming Sequence, causing the end of the claymore to glow a bright purple.

The force of the blast boosts Jade's swing, sending Tori spinning through the air.

The younger Vega's blade leaves her grip, whirling horizontally beside her as they both fly back. She comes to, balling up and grabbing the blade before hurling herself, a spinning red ball.

Jade zooms backward, clearing distance where Tori impacts the ground, then thrusts straight ahead, bolting for the smoking crater left by the impact.

Bursting out of the skyward pillar of smoke, Tori rotates her blade, swinging to release a radiant slash at her enemy, who leaps into a backflip, balling up midair and launching at the brunette.

The blow knocks Tori unto her back, Jade rolling off as Tori immediately throws herself to her feet. She bends backwards, evading a full slash before righting herself and taking a swing at Jade, who grabs the fist, jabbing her hilt into Tori's stomach and flipping her over herself.

Tori lands on her feet, throwing a spinkick, followed by a roundhouse that catches Jade in the jaw. She slashes down, but hits dust as Jade sidesteps, swinging a punch at her face. Tori pulls just quick enough for it to miss and swipes her blade missing widely as Jade stunts a cartwheel, gliding over the blade before backing her elbow into Tori's face, throwing her off a bit.

The relapse time is so little permitted, the next move almost goes unseen. With shocking speed, and seemingly no break between the last attack and the next, Jade twists for a backswing.

Tori is only quick enough to defend with her other arm and the Claymore wedges firmly into the flesh, stopping with a chip at the bone. Blood trickles down the gash, gracing the metal and rolling off the flesh in crimson drops.

Tori's breathing is ragged and shaky, her glowing eyes wide with disbelief. Jade's bluish green pupils portray an almost similar reaction, but more fear and realization, than anything else.

"She mustn't see her own blood" Trina says, warning Jade of the dangers of confronting her sibling.

"You said the only way out is to kill her" Jade reminds, absently stroking the young forehead of the heir to the Valentine Dynasty, the only thing left of her friend, her faux family, and hope itself.

Tori's smile disappears and her breathing hitches, her brows furrowing as the glow in her eyes brightens by a light-year.

"It is, but seeing her own blood brings bad memories, it brings her pain and well she becomes unstoppable" the brunette explains, her eyes glazed over, reliving past fears.

"And how's that different from right now?" Jade asks, raising a pierced brow at the older woman.

"She advances, it's what keeps happening" Trina says, then takes the Goth's free hand, squeezing the only sane piece of life she has left, "Promise me you'll get out of there if it becomes too much".

"Trina, you act like we never met. I don't make promises, remember" Jade adjusts her leather jacket, looking to her war ridden halo cycle.

"I need you to promise me this. I can't be left alone, this child needs you as the only one the Valentine's truly trusted" she pleads with her eyes, watching the emotionless pools of green swim into blue.

Jade sighs, closing her eyes only to throw them back open. The memories come back every time she does, the most painful ones. The ones close enough to her heart to be called loved ones, the ones buried so deep in the rubble to be called memories.

"Remember Jade, you of all people should know gods or not, we are not immortal" she brings the palm to rest in the middle of her chest, a glow spreads into an eagle light tattoo and Jade chuckles, tears filling her eyes as she feels the millions of unborn souls, roaming under her fingertips.

The warm light highlights the woman's face and she looks into Trina's eyes, which glow brightly.

"The New World needs to wake up to their hero. Their counting on you" the Trina speaks, being the World Vessel, her voice is echoed by the thousands within her, "Hope is counting on you".

Jade's eyes land on the oblivious toddler, who cackles and grins toothlessly at her making her laugh. Its eyes are pure, untainted amber. A true Valentine.

"Alpha, you best get a good seat" Jade says, moving and placing a kiss on the child's forehead, then pulls Trina to her, "I may not come back, but I'll make sure to out with a bang".

The hug is warm and accepting, a first between the two.

And a last.

Jade growls and her eyes glow, one blue the other green, while her blade becomes increasingly bright. Tori's rage filled screams are directed at Jade, pouring out her pains and those of the world which she bears. From her very first painful thought to the very last of every dying soldier that ever lived, in a tearful scream. The glow around her growing rapidly with every tear.

Jade shuts her eyes, letting her good thoughts, the thought of Trina, the thought of Hope, the thought of the new world grace her mind before embracing the worst of it all, from Erwin's death to the fall of the soldiers of the Recon team.

The blast sends a massive beam into the stars, the wave spreading beneath to obliterate the world.

Trina's breath catches and her grip on Hope tightens, in the depths of her eyes the blast is mirrored. A lone tear makes its way down her cheek and she stares into the depths.

The empty darkness.

The abyss to be filled by the new world.