the hunt - 2 - [rottmnt Donnie - COMPLETED]

#11

Shiro sat in the large shower in the large bathroom, in her outrageously large suite. Her clothes lay spread across the floor in a trail leading to the open bathroom door. She let the water pound on her back, her white lines glowing brightly, only a part of the drops reached her. Her hair was like weightless, she had her eyes closed, a black shadow was on them. The flame flickered, the bond pulled at her, but her thoughts were wild, tearing her apart.

It did not help. She did not calm down. She had hardly any strength left to face what was slumbering inside her. With clenched fists and swirling, destructive thoughts, she tried to hold on, inwardly driven by hateful monologues.

This cursed world that was not hers. That wanted to bring her to her knees again and again. A life full of pain and for what? For the damnation of having to pull herself together forever? To have to renounce? To seek separation and yet fail at it in endless repetition of a female Sisyphus? 

Who has thought up this fate for her? Which gods are sitting on their Olympus right now and smirking at her tiny, bent figure? What fun her ancestors would have at the pitiful sight of her! 

She bared her teeth, filled with hatred and anguish.

It was not fair. It never was.

I could make it fair.

KriNK

"No." said Shiro.

Eyes closed, she held her hand outstretched into the air in front of her, feeling the sudden, unnatural resistance that manifested there. Water crept along the now mirror-like, glassy air. 

"Fuck off." she hushed.

White, smoky threads rose from her hand, nestled against the newly formed barrier, and with a slight squeeze, it burst with another clanging sound in her consciousness.

The fragments dissolved in a splintered manner. Her hand sank again. Trembling, she wrapped her arms around her legs. 

Only minimally had she used her Ninpo, but she felt the incredible power that lay within it. But now, exhausted and powerless, she could hardly escape this overwhelming all-encompassing energy, could barely control it. It flooded through her, filled her, as if it wanted to explode her body. Almighty and painful.

Her mother's words sounded seductively in her head

“So now you two are chosen to rule the world! To make it your own, to improve it, to make it unified and perfect…”

Shiro took her head in both hands, leaning forward until her forehead almost touched the ground, and a strangled cry escaped her. Everything in her wanted to reach for it, for the power, the chance to live the life she wanted. In a perfect world, she would find peace.... wouldn't she?!

"No!" she growled out, "get the fuck out of my head! Get the fuck out! ALL of you!"

Her fingers clawed in her hair, she squinted her eyes and began to hum helplessly. A tune from childhood, when she had made up songs for her sister to comfort her, to protect her, to reassure her. So many times she had sung those sad songs, their words and melodies burned deep into herself.

"Hmmm Hm Hmmmm..." she hummed desperately, trying not to hear the inner monologue anymore, no voice should reach her. Only she herself should remain.

"As a child... you would wait and watch from far away..." she sang softly in a broken voice.

"But you always knew that you'd be the one

That work while they all play…"

The water drops started to swirl around her, rising from the trembling floor, sliding over the glass walls of the large shower stall.