The sky started to slowly turn pink in the rising sun above the calm sea behind noir at the bottom of the sloping hill. Noir had turned fully so she was facing both tanned men in front of her. Bellamy who had short Blonde hair, a scar above his right eye brow dressed in white trousers and a pink top with a green sash while the other light brown haired wearing black trousers and a white top.
Both men standing there looking at and watching noir as her constricted Hazel eyes started to dart between the sandy road to her left that she had took to get her to where she stood and the hedges behind the two men.
Noir noticed that her jaw had started to ache from her unknowingly clenching it so tightly. Sound of the waves behind her started to slowly fade to silence, she couldn't hear anything even if a pin dropped. She hadnt noticed this either until her eyes flickered back to Loan who was now whispering something to Bellamy as they both smirked in her direction.
- Fuck.. Fucking don't do this.. Not now - urghed Noirs inner voice as she started to tunnel vision, heart rate increasing, her breathing becoming short and ragged. In her haste she turned her head to the sandy path just in time to see some of the loose grains picked up by the breeze, swirling like fairy dust.
Audio echos from the short term relationship with Loan started to creep in on her consciousness, the taunts of having no family, the accusations of poisoning his food, the sound of a large dry hand slapping her across the face because she had flinched. The jarring cackle from her reoccurring childhood memory she had relived in her sleep earlier that night of a man she barely remembers.
The very same dry left hand grabbed Noir by the back of the head, yanking the small girls neck right back, making it crack like a glow stick to make sure she was facing the tall mans face who was dangerously close to her body. While his right hand still holding onto his drink.
With how close Loan was to her, Noir could finally smell the cheap whiskey on his clothing and breath, small green eyes looked down at her as a sneer spread across his face.
Still stuck within her own memories trying to fight off the visuals, noirs hearing begun to come back to her.
"Wakey Wakey little pet" drooled Loan as if he was in a different room or down at the opposite end a very long corridor, tapping noir on her right temple with the neck of his whiskey bottle while cocking his head to the side smiling.
The only visual memory that made it to physically to noirs mind that managed to snap her out of her trance safely, was seeing the colour blue, different from her and her mothers vivid cobalt hair.
"Want me to leave you to this, loan?" asked Bellamy as he walked behind Noir. Loan shook his head in the mean time.
"I suggest you both fuck off and fast." whispered Noir while keeping her eyes on Bellamy as he walked.
"Hahahh-haha, We don't think so Hylia" Laughed both men.
The tension left on Noirs stained neck but was quickly replaced with a solid pain directly in the centre of her chest, knocking the air out of her lungs and sending the small woman backwards.
"You hit like a fucking god damn fish" taunted Noir while gasping for breath while glaring up at Loan, catching Bellamy clicking his neck and knuckles in her mid-peripheral vision.
Both men started running towards Noir lifting their fists, grabbing her Eskrima Blade with the gun addition she quickly aimed the gun at the whiskey bottle in Loans hand.
After pulling the trigger and successfully shattering the bottle from the neck down and startling Loan enough for her to go for Bellamy.
Unlocking her right gauntlet with a flick of her wrist, Noir lunged and managed to slice Bellamys side under neath his raised arm. Sliding a little behind him, she aimed a well deserved kick to his knee sending him to the floor and knocking him out with a punch to the temple, with a satisfying grunt from the man he fell to the floor face first.
"My, my pet. You've finally got some bite" Loan angrily spat at Noir, landing an upper hook into Noirs throat. Knocking her backwards once again but this time onto her back several feet away.
Struggling to get up, Noir looked up as loan waltzed upto her, picking up one of the biggest remants of his broken bottle of booze on his way. He straddled her, pinning her underneath him, one dry large hand wrapped tightly around her throat while the hand that had the broken bottle neck raised in the other. Both pale hands that belonged to noir now tried to pry and hit the hand on her throat, black and white dots started to pop into her vision. Trying to gargle and gasp for breath as his grip tightened while he moved towards her ear.
"If only you hadn't of ran 6 months ago Hylia. This wouldn't have happen" cooed Loan as he licked the shell of her ear.
The white of Noirs eyes started to become blood shot as his grip kept her in her place on the ground. Blackness was starting to edge in and her eyes begun to once again tunnel vision and blurr slightly. Managing to flick her wrist in desperation, she struck his cheek, slicing it wide open.
A howl of pure pain deafened her but this had the desired effect she needed. Loosening the grip on her neck and with one swift movement she had managed flip the position and put Loan on his back while he grabbed and held his face as it continously bleed beneath his fingers. Now it was his turn to look at her in horror as she grabbed her wave sword, The Demander, the black steal shining with a red glow from the fully risen sun behind her now as she had it raised above her head.
"Who ever gave you the right to try and take my life, AGAIN you bastard? Noone! After so much, your kind that abuse the thousands should never survive nor live" hissed Noir through ragged breath, phlegm seeping from the corner of her mouth as she fought the need to throw up what was stuck within her throat. Hazel eyes turning slightly brown now, pupils had once again constricted, she plunged The Demander into Loans skull. The sickening sound of bone caving in on itself so easily and the squelching sound as the blade sunk through all internal organs as more blood gushed out from the wound. The light snapped out of the small green eyes of Loans and he was still within seconds.
After 5 minutes, Noir finally moved and ran to the nearest bush to throw up the contents of her empty stomach. The pain from the strangulation and the sickening feeling of killing someone the first time was slightly dulled that she was somewhat free from the torture now, Completely forgetting her birthday in this whole process. Looking over at the body of Loan and the unconscious Bellamy in the morning sun, sea water finally hitting her nostrils. She made a promise to herself.
To never let anyone go through what she did, to punish those who abuse the many for profit or any other need, with the ultimate sentence in this existence. Death.