Chapter Thirteen: Betrayal
Selenite looked outside at the metropolis before dropping onto the bed.
"What have I done..."
Iolite's face launched at her the moment she closed her eyes.
"I'm here," she heard.
She opened her eyes.
Iolite was there.
She placed her hand in front of Selenite's mouth, producing muffled screams.
Selenite tried to slap her, eventually succeeding and shooting Iolite in the shoulder and the leg with a crystalline arrow.
She jumped out the window, creating platforms as she walked, looking back and yelling. "You'll pay for this..."
She clutched her shoulder, limping away.
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The Gems busted down Selenite's door, weapons in hand.
It was a fairly large room, about the size of the Sky Arena where Pearl trained Connie.
Selenite was in the corner, slowly turning her head to face them.
There was something about her eyes that wasn't there before.
Her pupils.
The pupils were surrounded by a thin layer of yellow, which overlapped part of her white-blue irises.
She mumbled a bit, summoning her bow.
The walls disappeared, simulating the Sky Arena, as if the size of the room wasn't enough of a coincidence.
The statue of Yellow Diamond behind one of the pillars wavered, the real one in its place.
She laughed. "You've fallen into our trap."
Selenite started shooting arrows. "You rebels. Now I see why I have to fight you."
Malachite stepped forward. "You don't have to fight."
She snarled. "Hah. I'm not."
She turned, shooting multiple arrows into Yellow Diamond's bare chest.
She spoke, strained. "Here I thought... that I found a Gem... w-who was capable... but no,... you betrayed me, and now... now I know who I'll have to look for after I crush your gems..."
Selenite waved her hand and the arrows came out of her chest only to go back in.
"Savage, am I right?"
Yellow Diamond collapsed.
Selenite leaned over her face. "Don't even think about mesmerizing me again, because next time, it will be worse."
She left with the Gems, slamming the door.
Yellow Diamond grinned. "Hmph. As if those arrows hurt. Those felt like mere needles."
She removed one of the arrows, snapping the metal rod in half.
"Consider yourself lucky."