DNA by BTS is actually one of my favorite songs,, even if I understand approximately 0.05% of what they're saying XD
I strongly advise this song ;) Without further ado, here is the next chapterr
Disclaimer: Don't own any disney/ dreamworks characters, only the plot ;)
Have fun~
Chapter 13: Destroyed Conviction…and Conviction to Destroy
Bianca POV
Soundtrack: DNA by Bangtan Boys (BTS)
"I just… it's crazy, there's no way it's them." I argued passionately, wanting to stop the war that was threatening to tear Santa Maria de Matcha apart. I was met with exasperated glares and annoyed sighs.
"Bianca, all evidence suggests it was Disney's doing. Burning the Neutrality Zone… that was one step too far. Bianca, you're new to the Protectors, but this community was founded on defending the weak, protecting those who cannot protect themselves." Mr. Peabody said stonily, my protests falling on deaf ears. But if the Legendaries wanted to declare war, why do it and kill the innocents? They have family there as well! "Now, to continuing our earlier planning, I want the sharpsh-
"What about their family! The sacred motto in this city is Protect the innocents, and those innocents include innocents with connections to Disney! We all saw from footages those children dead and injured were not only family of the Dreamworks side!" I proclaimed desperately, pleading my case to the unenergetic audience.
"Bianca, that's exactly how they took the rivalry to another level! They were willing to risk the lives and safety of their innocents to harm ours!" Hiccup continued, fire kindling for once in his once dull green eyes. Even Toothless was restless with a pacing anger.
"You don't know that!" I continued.
"Bianca, who did they burn?" asked Astrid calmly, although her teeth were grinding and she wielded her blade like it would run rampage at any second.
"The Neutrality Zone…but-
"That is a flat. out. declaration. of. WAR. They wanted blood, who are we to refuse them?" Astrid challenged. I remembered how the Disney team had saved Nico from serious injuries, and their asking for nothing in return. They had saved Nico's life.
We were interrupted by a tumble and a crash through the meeting room entrance. A young redheaded boy, 7 at most, ran clumsily into the room, his eyes wide and his face pale. His round black glasses slid halfway off his nose.
"Dad! Dad! It's Jack! You have to come now!" The boy shouted frantically, pulling on Mr. Peabody's suit with his small fingers. Mr. Peabody's usually professional face softened. I smiled despite the situation.
"Sherman, we're in a really important meeting. Jack can wait. Now run along, you can go practice riding your bike one handed." The intelligent man said firmly, clapping 'Sherman' on the shoulder. One handed?
"But-but Dad! This is really important!" The boy gasped.
"Go Sherman." Mr. Peabody said, firmly closing the door. Just as the boy disappeared, I saw a long, ghastly-looking burn spread across the whole of his forearm. The irritated skin was an ugly red, and the boy had winced when his arm brushed the door frame.
I gaped. At my scandalized expression, Mr. Peabody looked at me, his eyes dark. "He was in the kindergarten when they set the fire." My protests died in my throat. Those children barely 7, burning...
"I-I… maybe we should wait." I frantically grasped at the straws, knowing I was fighting a futile battle. I couldn't tell them how they had rescued Nico, he would become involved, and I vowed to never involve younger brother in this.
"I don't understand!" Astrid motioned to me with an exasperated and dramatized hand wave. "Bianca, you were there. Your house was burned down to the ground. Your brother was almost hurt. How can you stand there defending those- those...!" No words seemed to quench her anger and I winced. But I knew this battle we were fighting was not going to end well.
"Listen, Bianca, I'm sure you really mean these claims, but you don't know Disney! They have a bad track record a mile long!" Hiccup told me, and my shoulders slumped. I took a deep breath, and refused to surrender to what I knew was wrong.
"I won't." I said, my voice steady despite the ocean battering the control in my mind. Hiccup looked at the floor. Astrid's eyes turned steely. Mr. Peabody had an indifferent expression.
"We can't force you, although losing your abilities adds to the advantages that the Legendaries have, which means more death and injury on our side." Mr. Peabody concluded, and guilt pricked at my stomach.
I remained stoically silent.
"Very well, Devil's Princess. Whether or not you are joining us, the Protectors of the Moon are going to war." Mr. Peabody was firm.
A second time we were interrupted, and Mr. Peabody nearly exploded in agitation as Gloria came wheezing into the room, her face pale and eyes blotchy.
"WHAT IS IT NOW?!" Mr. Peabody bellowed, losing his cool. Gloria was trembling, and her eyes were wet with tears. I felt a deep chill, and goosebumps decided to camp out on my skin.
"You have to come. Now." Gloria said shakily, her face ashen. Mr. Peabody nearly exploded.
"Can't you see we're in the middle of a meeting?" He said, clenching his fists. But something in Gloria's terrified expression and he stood up wearily, like he as well sensed the upcoming doom. "Make it quick. Rest of you, come with me. Might as well see what the fuss is about." Mr. Peabody sighed and ran out of the room after the kindly woman.
"What's going on?" I heard many ask as the group ran down the hallways, curiously not meeting any. Unknowingly, we had travelled to the hospital wing. I swallowed the bile rising in my throat. Jack? Sick? The feeling of dread was omnipresent. As we entered the huge, sterile, blindingly white hospital wing, we all stopped short at the sight of our leaders, North and Sandy, sitting with their backs towards us. The troubling part was North was heaving huge, racking sobs, Sandy beside him, silent as always.
I ran towards the bed and I nearly fainted at the sight.
There was a figure on the hospital bed, barely recognizable. His brilliant natural white hair was stained with blood, and he was lying on his stomach. His back… It was a crisscrossing of torn flesh, many layers of skin having been seemingly torn off. The bandages covering his midsection was not enough to stem the bleeding that was quickly seeping onto the hospital bed. I choked. The lines of torn, bloody flesh were sickening, and where the marks intersected with each other were pinkish-bleeding places were skin had been completely torn off. My mind gave me an unwanted visualization of a whip striking repeatedly on a tortured back. I looked in horror at the boy who was all smiles and joy, reduced to nearly a bloody chunk of meat. I distantly heard the doctors saying: "He would live." He would live… but at what cost?
I saw a crumpled, stained sticky note, fallen to the floor. I didn't cry, but I vowed to avenge Jack. They called him the Winter Spirit. I corrected myself- they call him the Winter Spirit., I swallowed back the salty tears and steeled my resolve.
I held up the pale yellow sticky note, scribbled with black Sharpie. Scanning the note, I gagged and I found my windpipe blocked.
HOPE YOU LIKED OUR PRESENT (The Winter Spirit certainly did).
There's more where that came from.
~The Legendaries
Upon closer inspection, the note seemed to be oozing darkness, and the ink stained my fingers. Not Sharpie. There was complete silence as we took in the note, save for the gasping sobs and silent sniffs. I found myself crouched in a fatal position, kneeling on the floor, the tears I was unable to control blurring my vision.
"We strike on Christmas Day." North pronounced, his voice weighed down with grief. But there was a different look in the Protectors faces. Conviction.
I made out Peabody glance at me with an almost accusing look, almost saying: "How's that for proof?" The only sound from me were racking sobs.
Then I saw Jack's once unblemished skin turned into a ghastly whip carving. And I vowed to kill, to avenge the beautiful boy who fell victim to the Legendaries games. Darkness and rage replaced my grief. And I knew before it was said who I would be told to destroy.
Who I would destroy.
The Angel from Hell.
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~NattyBooBoo