A/N italics means Sanguine's thoughts and Bold means both of their thoughts combined.


As I awoke I felt something had changed, I was suspended in a bubble of reality and looking down I could see all of remnant and it looked like it was taunting me. I should level it all. My thoughts stung and sounded foreign. I should just kill them all. They are their own evil. My thoughts were not entirely my own.

The joint thoughts in my mind collided but agreed on one thing. I must find my friends. Even in this world I could feel the connection on my arm to Noir's life force and I knew she was gone, her aura and life used up completely to get me to the glorious state I am in. She should be grateful. But I have to help my other friends too. Show them what true power is.

Horati.

Silver.

Find them."Vreíte tous" I translated the thought into words and felt the bubble pop in my mind and my feet hit the ground in front of a startled Horati. "Silver come here! I found her!" He shouted and I grabbed his face roughly. "I have decided to help you two." They passed my comment without any second thought.

"Where's Noir? Are you ok?" Horati asked frantically and Silver nodded. "We've been trying to find you for ages! What happened?" I laughed at how oblivious they were to the end of the world.

"She's dead, I didn't mean to kill her but maybe it was for the best, she helped make this!" I lifted up my hand and crushed it into a fist and all the trees around us fell with a crash. They stayed silent, mouths forming perfect O's and I marvelled at the intricacies of the human body and how easy it would be to just break them. Break them.

I felt Silver and Horati's life forces flowing around me like water. I had the power to stop the flow, separate the molecules and rip their very beings apart. But I didn't want to, these are my friends and they care about me. I care about them. I looked down into Horati's scared, but caring and worried red eyes, so different from Sanguine's. Silvers calm white eyes showed fierce emotion and he stepped up and put a hand on my shoulder. "Whatever has happened we can stop this. Please let us help you River, we can help you."

You don't need help; they don't accept you as you truly are but I do. Show them how perfect you truly are!

"No!" I screamed and ripped their lives away. Dust flew in the wind and a staff and a sword were left on the ground.

Well done. The foreign voice left my head and my energy went back to my normal levels. I fell to the ground and stood up shakily. "Horati, Silver what happened. How did you find…" I remembered what happened and turned my head horrified, hoping it was all a dream. That they would be stood waiting to take me back to school. But it wasn't a dream. They were not there.

Two weapons sat gleaming on two small piles of dust which quickly dispersed into the wind and I slammed down onto my knees next to them. The tears stung my cheeks and fell heavily onto the floor screaming their names over and over again, even trying to heal them but there was nothing left, they were dust. I let it fall between my fingers, and pushed all my aura into it but the wind just took it and the last of them disappeared. My mind fogged over and my thoughts became viscous and thick, unable to be sorted and acted upon. I had no energy left and no friends, no one to help me and no one to help. There was nothing left for me. So I pushed my energy into the ground, the air, the thought of them until I could only remember the only two words that meant anything and I blacked out with them on my tongue and filling my mind.

Horati!

Silver!


The wall exploded.

Shards of brick, dust and metal flew around the old warehouse and knocked Sanguine off his feet and the wires between me and Noir snapped. She disappeared from her bed in a pitch black shadow and I could see the outline of Horati and Silver standing in the rubble. I sat up the best I could and coughed he dust from my lungs, startled and confused at how they were dead. I had killed them but here they were, and they looked ready for a fight.

An orange light pierced through the settling dust and lifted Sanguine by the throat who proceeded to just giggle loudly. "Where the hell are River and Noir?!" Horari shouted, his voice calm but powerful, Sanguine was jolted forward and he gestured around him.

"They are around her somewhere I'm sure, they just came back from a, how would you put it, trip." Horati's Gauntlet glowed brightly and his eyes matched it, showing the immense power that he was holding back. I coughed again and he saw my, waving his hand at me bindings and setting me free. "Are you hurt River?" Silver shouted from beside Horati and he ran towards by bed, using the wind to lift him over the debris.

Sanguine laughed again and shook off his head. "Give her time and the scars might heal on the outside but she believed she killed you." He beamed from ear to ear and tutted his finger. "But you people have such fragile minds." He drawled and Horati clenched his fist, Sanguine choked on nothing but clapped gently anyway. "She saw you die." He whispered. "And she was the one who did it." He roared with laughter and Horati let him fall to the floor and looked over to where Silver had just reached me.

"River, whatever you saw, I promise, it wasn't true, we know you wouldn't do that." Silver calmly explained but I shook my head. "I would do that, don't you understand! He broke me." I sobbed into my hands before holding out my arm, where you could see the reopened scar of Sanguine's name. "He took control and broke me, I wanted to kill everything and I started with you."

Horati must have heard because he lifted up in the air, the light he emitted was blinding and the expression on his face was terrifying. "You didn't kill us River, in fact you never would, it is true that you have an immense power but you could never use it to kill an innocent human, in fact you couldn't kill an evil one either I'd wager. You make people stronger, but I am under no such moral obligation. He needs a taste of his own medicine and in this war of evil all of us Hunters and Huntresses must fight he will be the first to die.


Fight! Vreíte tous means Find them. -Tschuss