We must let that alone forever

[secondcity_mods]

Characters: Everyone - if you were in the false Chicago, this affects you.
Time: Night
Location: Demonreach and all around the city
Content: It all ends here.
Warnings: None
Format: Poster's choice

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[renegadeamazon]

Blondie scowled, grip tightening on her gun and when she opened her eyes, she was in a dream of her own. Instead of the trigger of the submachine gun, she felt the sturdy, warm wood of her ax beneath her fingers. Ahead of her, a raging black shadow seemed to eclipse the world made of gray sand and brown, sluggish ocean. The sky burned white hot, but Blondie didn’t see anything beyond this twisted beast in front of her, its claws burrowing into the sand as it dragged itself from out of the waters. Over its gaping jaw that would have easily swallowed Blondie whole were a pair of inhuman green eyes, eyes that were too ancient and too murderous to belong to anything that remotely had a conscience.

It may have said something that Blondie didn’t think she was looking at a mirror-image of herself.

The beast continued to crawl towards her. Blondie wasn’t afraid though. She was angry. She was tired of being used, tired of having to give up her future because other people said so. She didn’t even know she was moving, but the weight of the ax was familiar in her hands as she brought the blade down over and over again. The beast didn’t bleed, but Blondie took no notice of it... all she knew was that somehow, this creature, this green-eyed monstrosity, was going to try to hurt her. Each blow was every nightmare shehad had to endure all of those years. The world wasn’t beautiful and it wasn’t perfect. It was twisted, sadistic, and dark.

But.

“Burn, you ugly shit,” Blondie seethed before letting the ax fly, its blade catching the sky’s light. It buried itself deep in the beast’s skull, blinding white light splitting from its wound. It let out a roar of agony, toppling over and sending up a spray of sand that stung Blondie’s cheek. She wanted to keep hacking away at it - make sure it was dead, make sure those nightmares wouldn’t ever come back.

But instead she found herself kneeling on Michigan Avenue, arms wrapped around her middle as tears streamed down her face. She was breathing hard as if she had really exerted herself on fighting a monster that was nowhere to be seen, and sweat dotted her brow. The frigid April air would have made her shiver if the ache deep in her gut hadn’t already taken care of it. Dots of light flashed in her vision and she doubled over, sobbing.

All she knew was that she had fought something, painfully, and the worst part?

She didn’t know if she had won.