Y/N, a creation like no other. Once a normal person, until he is turned into a manmade radiant, the first ever. After years of torture he finally escapes, but runs into the Valorant Protocol. He swears on his life to fight against the evil that crea...
"I'm scared. I don't know what to do. I'm lost. I can't believe she's gone. She was at the same risk as any of us, but for some reason, we never thought that she would die so soon. What are we going to do y/n? What am I going to do?", I heard a voice in the void of my mind
'Tala' I said to myself. I knew the voice, but I didn't know where it was coming from. I didn't know where I was either. Everything was just. . .dark.
I saw her, floating in the darkness. It was the only thing I could see, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't reach her. I stuck out my hand, and she did the same, but there was some force driving me away. I eventually was defeated, and began to fall, she grew smaller and smaller the further away I got.
I slammed into water, having no energy to try and swim, I just sunk deeper and deeper. Before my vision was completely gone, I saw the shadow of a hand, reaching out to me. I don't know what prompted me to do so, but I reached out.
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I woke up in an all too familiar bed of the infirmary. I tried to get up, but my chest hurt, my arms hurt, my fucking everything hurt.
I groaned quietly in the bed as I fell back. I recalled some things from the last mission, and I felt nothing but a scar on my heart remembering what had happened. I don't remember anything else, other than that she was gone, and that something happened to me when I tried to use more of my power.
Those two things. . .that was it.
I felt angry, nothing but pure rage was swelling inside me. I tried to contain myself, but I was failing to do so. Those bastards were going to suffer by my hand for the crime they had committed not just against the protocol, but against me.
What they did to Sage, I took personally.
I got up immediately and forgot about the pain I was feeling. I walked to the roof of the building, and punched the wall to the door, and I wanted to scream with all my anger, sadness, frustration, and guilt, but I couldn't, my mind was spinning and I couldn't comprehend my feelings.
Why did I always fail to protect the people who mattered to me? It may not have looked like it to others, and I may not have made it seem like it, but to me, she was the closest thing I had to a mother.
She took care of me, was always worried about me, was always there to support me, and the rest of the agents here. It was foolish of me to take such a thing for granted.
I looked at my knuckles, and yet again, they were bleeding from my punch to a concrete wall, because I was a dumbass.
I then heard something, a sound of muffled sobs. I followed such sounds, until I was met with the same blue and yellow haired woman I had known to meet here. She was crying.
I didn't quite know what to do, I wasn't good with this kind of thing, but I knew she needed me. Despite my own pain, she was suffering more than I was, Sage was her mentor after all.
'Come on y/n, do something. She's crying right in front of you, and I'll be damned if I wont be there for her. I promised I would' I said to myself.
She seemed to notice me standing there like and idiot, and seemed surprised. I watched as she quickly tried to wipe away her tears and compose herself in my presence.
"What up?", she said, not facing me.
I knew she was troubled. I didn't know how to say the words I wanted to, so I didn't say any. I just walked up to her and pulled her into my arms and held her there, until she stopped trying to keep herself contained, and just cried.
I laced my fingers in her hair, and rubbed her head as she sobbed into my shirt. I knew exactly what she was feeling, and I hated that she was being forced to feel so low.
I held her like my mother used to hold me, when a stray dog would bite me, or I would cut myself or I was just sad.
"I know what you're feeling", I said. "I'm sorry".
"How could you have any idea what I'm feeling", she said. I knew she was just upset and didn't really mean what she was saying.
"I know", I said. She just hugged me harder.
"All I can tell you, is that I know you. I know how strong you are, and I know that you would get through it, because you can", I told her.
She seemed to calm down a little, so I knew I was getting somewhere. I pulled back, and made her look at me.
"I know you can do anything. There's no limits for you", I said.
"Do you believe that", she said.
"Tala", I used her actual name for the first time, which caught her attention, "I know it".
She smiled a little, and buried her head back into my chest. "You should use my real name more often", she said.
I chuckled a little, but then, a thought came to my head.
"What happened to my sword?", I asked.
She seemed to freeze at my statement. "Uhh. . .", she seemed like she didn't want to tell me.
"Tala what did you do with my sword?", I asked, knowing she knew something.
"I-I uh. . .I may have, lost it?", she answered.
My face went to surprised. "You did, what?", I asked.
"I threw it at Reyna and stabbed her with it, then she got away", she said.
I sighed and pinched the ridge of my nose.
She put her hands up in defense, "Don't worry though, my dad copied the way he made it, and will have another one within a week", she defended herself.
"A week?!", I exclaimed, disappointed that I was out of combat for a week.
"I'm sorry", she said.
"No no, it's. . .it's fine", I said.
To be honest I was pissed beyond belief, but I wouldn't tell her that.
"Hey um. . .can I ask you a question?", she said.
I looked at her as if telling her to continue.
"So, when I took your sword, I. . .I could use my powers with it", she said.
I was a little surprised, but I mean it made sense.
"It makes sense. It's likely that anyone with radiant abilities could use it, but probably not as effectively, just because it wasn't designed for them", I said.
She laughed a little, "It didn't feel good, I don't know how you do it", she said.
"You get used to it", I said.
We looked out into the night, the city lit in front of us.
"Are you going to be okay?", I asked.
She nodded in return, swiping away the last of her tears. "Yeah", she said.
I said the words she said to me several times. . .
"I'll be right here when you need me"
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Sorry, I just busted this shit out cause I was bored. Sorry if it sucked ass. Hopefully it wasn't too cringe. Anyways thanks for reading.
