Retribution

Prologue

I'm unfortunate enough to know the moment my life changes forever.

Perhaps that's not the right way to put it. My life doesn't change in that moment, it doesn't go from being terrible to wonderful or wonderful to terrible. It simply makes me accept what I've always known before: if things are bad, they can certainly get worse.

I don't see anyone or sense anything.

Except him.

I see him.

I see him as he smiles at me, that crooked grin raining sunlight onto the darkness that is my heart. I see him as that panicked boy who carried me away from nothingness and despair and pain into life, life like I've never known: cruel beyond anything I remember—and that's not much to go by—but still kind because I get to see him. I see the fear in his eyes, always there, day after day, eating him up from the inside. I see the strength there too; relentless, unwavering, and electrifying like the rest of him.

But perhaps, most importantly, I see the love in him, because that's what makes him him. He's like nothing else and everything at the same time, as if the very existence of him, the molecules and the atoms and the matter—and all those strange terms that my mind doesn't remember learning—inside him are born of love.

And when he sees me, I think he doesn't see or feel anything else either.

But because of this, this 'cruel' and 'bad' and 'worse', I see the moment my life changes.

When that darkness slams into him, I want to cry out. And maybe I do, or maybe it's him, but I cannot differentiate between the two of us at this moment. And I think this is what it must feel like, to know that nothing's going to be the same again.

When he falls, lips curving around my name, I hear him, I hear that. I hear that and nothing else.

I cannot, because my blood blazes, my entire being driven to the precipice of ruination like it can't hold on anymore inside the cage that is my body, my stupid, weak, feeble heart. My skin burns, throat charrs, fingers scorch, eyes seeing him him him and his unmoving form.

And then.

Then I destroy the world.

A/N - I'm aware that I already have too many WIPs. And yet, here we are. There is a lot of strangeness in this universe. You've been warned. Come talk to me on Tumblr at maraudersftw xx