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I don't care whether it was the right choice or not.

Ha! There's not even any superior beings above me anymore. I decide what is right and what is wrong.

Locking her up was just the first step. Now, I can gather more people and start rebuilding these ruins.

Yes. I don't care whether they like it or not. Neither them nor that girl will stop me.

In this post-apocalyptic world with no one but us, I can only hope to create a better future for myself and whoever is out there. There is a future, I can see it.

A future that doesn't end up like the last. A future that is unstoppable. A future created by me. We will flourish, we will become great leaders, better than the past ones. We will defeat whatever dangers are out there in the world and rise to the top. I don't see who's stopping me. Who's stopping me? No one!

So does that red-haired girl even matter anymore?

No. She doesn't. She isn't even a speck of what's to come.

Now, do you think my actions are really that wrong?

...

"Hey. Hey! Wake up!" said Stephanie. She waved her hand in front of Eva's eyes. Eva snapped back into reality.

"Huh? Oh."

Right. We're in the middle of dinner.

"Well, as I was just saying," continued Steph, "What are we gonna do now?"

"..."

Eva looked at the map on the table. It was just a rough sketch Steph had made, but it was enough.

"We expand. North."

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6 hours later. Midnight, 2:49 a.m.

The basement was in a worse condition than Glay imagined. There was no light whatsoever, no fluorescent lights that hurt her eyes, not even flickering light bulbs like in the movies. It was dark and it stank. It felt stuffy and Glay got the feeling it was airtight, meaning she'd suffocate to death soon. Except for the fact she was half immortal and didn't die as easily, meaning she'd probably just suffer. The one time she wished her immortality gone.

It had been a few hours since they threw her into this dingy cell. Four? Five? She really couldn't keep track. It couldn't have been more than a day, but it already felt like eternity. Glay didn't know how it would be possible for her to get used to this.

"You can't leave me here." Glay had shouted when they threw her into the cell, "Hey!" There was desperation in her tone, as much as Glay tried to hide it. "Come back, you coward-" The door swung shut, and Glay heard a click. She had stood there frozen for some time, before sudden anger rushed through her body. This was just too unfair.

She doubted they could hear her, but her stubbornness kept her screaming, cursing, throwing a tantrum and trying her hardest to annoy and disrupt their peace relentlessly for hours. She hoped the basement wasn't soundproof so they would have a sleepless night. Her limbs were starting to ache once more, but Glay didn't stop.

And finally, Glay felt her energy drain out of her. With bloodied knuckles, Glay slumped down against the wall she had punched multiple times in frustration and buried her head in her arms. Reality had dawned on her. It was pointless, all this violence- they couldn't hear her, and they didn't care.

Glay inhaled shakily and ran her hands through her tangled hair. Her ragged, quick breathing and the drip-drip-drip of dirty water were the only things that were heard in the room. She was tired. She was tired and desperate and god, she didn't want to do this anymore.

Tilting her head back, Glay relented and let a tear roll down her face.

The candle that had been provided burned on, set on the floor next to her. Glay was glad that she had resisted the stupid urge to break everything Eva and the others had given to her out of pure spite. Even if it was just faint candlelight, Glay felt better with the gentle warmth radiating off of the flame next to her.

For the first time since she came into the basement, Glay tried to really observe her surroundings. The basement was mostly empty, with some rusty pipes along the walls and a few boxes here and there, of various sizes. It was pretty much just a storage room.

Glay turned and attempted to reach out to the boxes, in case there was anything useful in there, but they were all out of reach. Glay's heart sank. She rattled the bars agitatedly once more, but of course it made no difference. Despair rocked her body and she exhaled, curling her legs up to her torso. It was useless.

Without notice, sleepiness had crept up on her. Glay felt her eyes closing. Despite her growling stomach and throbbing pain, she drifted into an uneasy sleep.

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"Let's go!" called Eva at the doorstep. It was a cold, breezy morning, and gusts of wind blew into the room, which was a refreshing change from the hot weather they were used to, considering how there was no air conditioning in their base.

This was probably going to be the last time they collected supplies before they began their official journey. Yet, everyone was acting as usual: Vicky and Cherry having a pillow fight with the cushions on the sofa, Stephanie finishing the final touches on her new outfit-

"Hey people, I finished the design!" Stephanie said, checking her appearance in the mirror. "How's this?"

Her outfit illustrated a graceful design that danced between two contrasts- experimental grandeur and modern-day sophistication, effortlessly wavering between the two resulting in a breathtaking optical display of fashion. An underlining whimsical and dream-like aura was felt throughout the attire with its delicate yet beautifully structured shapes and unmatched detailing, provoking an ethereal splendor. 

Elaborate waterfall ruffles were met with layered butterfly sleeves and a refined cold shoulder spread collar, beautifully distinguished against sleek and sensual silhouettes with a super crop top, short streetwear skirt and conceptual textures, adding a majestic touch of modern femininity synonymous with the galaxy's natural complexion.

"Nice," Eva said without turning her head.

"Come on," Steph whined. "I need validation... CHERRY? COME HERE AND TELL ME HOW IT LOOKS."

"Coming!" said Cherry, smiling and shouting from behind the sofa, "Actually, wait a minute, I need to fix my beret- OOMPH!"

She was hit by Vicky's pillow. "Haha! Gotcha, I win this time!" She quickly looked at Eva and then said, "Uh yeah, I'm coming now, uwu..." throwing the pillow aside.

As they all stepped out of the base, the chandelier glistened blue once more before going gray.

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Glay blinked, waking up. Her eyes hurt, and her bones felt stiff from sleeping in such an uncomfortable position. Her internal clock told her it was morning time, though of course the cell was still pitch-black except for the candlelight.

Glay moved to get up, but nausea made her head swim. Glay groaned. Carefully, she shifted her body and sat up straighter. Then something caught her eye.

Last night's candle had burned on through the night, reduced to a melting stump. Someone had moved from its original position beside her, to the opposite wall of the cell, illuminating a mirror. The handheld kind, not too large, with an silver ornate frame. It was propped up against the wall, exactly at the right angle for Glay to see herself.

Glay stared at her reflection. Her hair was all messy, dried blood mixing in with her red hair. Ugly dark eyebags that dragged under her red-rimmed eyes, the usual mischievous glimmer gone and instead replaced with exhaustion. She could still see the tear streaks on her cheeks. Her clothes, torn and dirty. She could see the bruises on her arms from when she attacked the bars.

God, she looked pathetic.

Glay's breathing sped up. She knew that they had done this. The mirror couldn't have been here last night, she'd have seen it. They had deliberately put it here for her to see how utterly pathetic she looked. Which also meant that they had been here, and probably...

This is all a joke to them, right? Hilarious, yeah, to see me like this.

Her nose stung. Glay couldn't bear one more minute of this.

Abruptly, she stood up and kicked the mirror as hard as she could. The glass shattered. Glay stood staring at the pieces, panting heavily. Her lip wobbled. Don't. She picked up the candle and threw it at the wall furiously. It fell onto the ground, the wax crumbling.

It didn't make her feel any better. Pathetic, pathetic, pathetic. Glay slammed her fists onto the wall, face twisted as the tears fell. And once she'd started, she couldn't stop. Silently sobbing, Glay fell to her knees, gripping the bars so tightly her battered knuckles turned white. Conflicted feelings swirled inside of her.

Through the tears, she thought she could see Eva standing outside, smirking and laughing. Glay scowled angrily, glaring hatefully at her. Her grip tightened. If only I could just get my hands on her. I'd kill her. She channeled all her rage and anger into her hands. I want to kill her. I'm going to kill her. She began to feel warmth beneath her palms- wait, what?- Something was heating up, burning.

Just fucking burn in hell, Eva!

Something triggered within Glay. A wisp of fire appeared between her fingers. Then it grew, and exploded in a blaze of fury. Glay stumbled backwards, terrified but also amazed. She could do this. And she never knew.

In her palm danced a tall flame that blazed white, filling the room with sweltering heat. Glay's eyes widened, before she grinned and grasped the bars with all her might. Subconsciously, she turned up the heat. Glay gave a small chuckle, before laughing out loud, watching her flames grow bigger. This is awesome, thought Glay, beaming.

The bars were melting rapidly. Glay spread her arms and laughed again, letting her fire devour the room. Her heart beat quicker as her desire for revenge fed off the raging flames. Glay didn't even attempt to control them- let them go wild, for all she cared. She'd burn down this whole mansion, if she could.

Glay walked out of her cell unscathed and free.

All that was left of the cell was a pool of melted metal. 

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a/n

im sorry its so short it's like 1800 words :( 

okay anyway you get an early update wheeee