#ruinxtion

She directed her attention to Maya. “You! You abandoned me when Connor had “died”. You left and retreated into your selfishness and never gave a damn about how anyone else was hurting. You use your past as an excuse to distract yourself from the fact that you know to be true deep down.” One hand of her’s slid up to Maya’s throat before closing around it and tightening and even tighter so. “You know this. You know that you don’t deserve the very life you squander!” She released Maya’s throat and the brunette was still unresponsive but there was a distinct burn print left by the blonde’s hand. She could even see Maya’s skin bubbling at the edges.

And then she stalked her way to Anya. Rhiannon twirled some strands of the shorter blonde’s hair--somehow filling a normally comforting gesture with venomous malice. “You will do anything to keep people thinking you are just a good doctor. That you are beautiful, and pure, and selfless. Won’t you? But I have seen your kind before. You are like an undetectable poison. We swallow you whole, we let you enter our circle, and you will kill us.” The fiery blonde glanced at Marcus. “Look at the scum you have already brought to us. The detrimental effects of your simple being are already showing.”

And to Marcus. “There’s not much to say that I haven’t already said. Is there?” She propped and elbow on his shoulder leisurely. “Except this: If you really loved Anya. You would cease to exist. What makes you so delusional as to think that she would ever love an ex-torturer? Wake up, Marcus. No one loves you. No one ever loved you. You will die, alone and afraid. And everyone in the world will go on, unaffected by the death of something as small and insignificant as you.” She said this all with such an airy and unconcerned tone like she was commenting on the weather or the flowers in an average looking garden. 

She held Connor’s face in her hands. Unlike the others, he actually responded to her touch. As she held his face, his hands gently held her wrists. She looked in his eyes and he stared back into her’s. “My love, you sadden me the most. But not because I consider your supposed death as abandonment. You couldn’t help that could you? No, you sadden me because you left our best friend to die. Why would you do that? Aidan’s death is your fault. You were given the power of telekinesis but even with all that power you still let him die and left his body behind enemy lines.” She digustedly grimaced at him, her entire body becoming warm with rage. “Why did you leave him? Why did you fail me? I would never have let him die.” She forced her hands from his face and there were burn marks on both his cheeks. She looked down at her hands and she saw that she had taken some of his skin with her. And all she could think was...’Good’.

Then Matt was in front of her. She did not circle him like she did the other three, toying with them or hurting them. She didn’t need to with him. She could just destroy his soul with her words. He loved her enough to permit that. “You’re the only one who has ever left me twice,” she said softly,”The only one I’ve ever let leave me twice.” She paused--taking in all his features and studying his familiar face. And then she spoke a truth that was as remaining as gravity--maybe varying in degrees at certain points but absolute in it’s existence even on the other side of the solar system. “I abhor you. I always will. Even if I smile at you and hug you and kiss your cheek, I will still detest you.” And then she smiled and stepped forward to kiss his cheek. “Forever and always, Matthias.”

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