Something Something Female Rage
Content warning for death and blood. I really wanted to write something since I haven't written something consistently in a long time. So, I wrote this. Definitely rusty, but I don't care, this was fun, lol. Just wanted to share my triumph with others, since I finally wrote! I have no context for this, lol.
The pain. The fear. The anger. It was all ripped from her in that terrible scream.
Be good. Be quiet. Be the tool that we will use. That’s the only way to save the world. She stared down at the chains that held her to the wall. The chains that held her back. And she screamed again, channeling that raw power and anger into herself.
Enna. Enna. Please. We need you. You must stay. These chains took her power, used it to destroy the world over and over. She clenched her fists, so tight that she drew blood, and she pulled.
One arm was free, and that glittering darkness covered her skin. She looked up, stared straight into the eyes of her minders. The people who took her to this damn room every night, kept her awake so she could actively channel the magic that, if she kept instead, would supposedly destroy the world.
She huffed out a breath, which condensed in the rapidly chilling room. As if the cold could keep her away any longer. The minders just stared at her as she gripped the chains and bent the metal into something sharp.
Her teeth sharpened as she stared back at her minders. “You used me as a weapon, all the while calling me the monster. You will never fucking use me again!” Her voice rose back to a scream with the last sentence, and she ripped the second arm free.
She blinked her eyes, and she was on top of the minders, stabbing the sharpened chains over and over into their bodies as she screamed. Hot tears spilled down her cheeks, mixing with their blood and turning her into something unholy to look at. The glittering darkness covered their bodies and yet she still stabbed them repeatedly.
“I am not a monster! I am not a monster!” A mantra that she barely believed, but one that had to be spoken aloud. This world had died so many times because they had used her and her family before her. Pumping them full of magic to use them for power over and over again. And she had fucking believed them and hated herself for being a monster who would destroy the world if she had her freedom. When they had used her to destroy the world anyway. Anything would be better than just letting it happen again. She would never let it happen again.
