Hexed (Vi x POC! Reader)

Fragile Minds Break like Glass

You recoil as the gunshot rings in your ears. Your heart hammers in your chest as you stare at Jinx with wide eyes. 'Was that...?' You clench your fists, your nails piercing the soft flesh of your palms. "Monsters." You hiss lowly, "Monsters." You flick your hand and watch as Jinx's body disappears into a rift. With a firm nod of your head, you disappear into a rift of your own.

You step out onto the tower, seeing the bodies below of the Enforcers that died earlier on the bridge. You can see the tape marking off the area from civilians. Umbra pauses her conversation with her elder as the space quakes from the tumultuous nature of your emotions. Confused hums arise from her ancestors as fissures appear in the sky above them. There are monsters lingering around the area, their voices carrying up to your hiding spot. 'Look at them.' You hiss. 'Pretending like they haven't stolen something precious from me. Pretending like these monsters are worth grieving over.' You let out a deep, angered growl as your hand twitches. 'I have magic. It's time I stop fucking around and use it to make a beautiful masterpiece.' You let out a loud cackle. The fissures crawl and grow in number as your anger rises to extremely worrying levels. With a running start, you leap off of the tower, twist through the air, and release a barrage of knives. The knives glow, crystallizing as they zip towards their targets, before sinking into their desired targets, the flesh of the monsters. Your mind tingles, keeping you aware of where each knife is as you touch down onto the bridge. Blood-curdling shrieks fill the air, bringing a frightening smile to your face, as your knives hit their marks with the monsters getting knocked over from the force. You exhale slowly, flexing your fingers as the tell-tale itch of your eyes makes your horrifying smile grow wider. Iesura grips Umbra's shoulder as they hear your soul song darken. The fissures show no signs of stopping. The knives rip their way out of their bodies, whirling around in the air above you, raining blood below them as they remain hovering.

"WHAT IS THAT?!"

"I CAN'T FEEL MY LEG!" There's panic as the monsters notice you eerily standing there, some reaching for their weapons, and others trying to assist their comrades. You snarl, flicking out your fans and dashing forward as crystals slither to cover them. The sound of gunfire echoes as they fire at you, screaming at each other as you advance.

Your anger turns to rage as you snarl and slice into your first victim, "THIS IS FOR MY BROTHER!" You roar as a bullet gets lodged in your shoulder. Magic burns in your fingertips as you twirl, and slash them at the one who shot you. "FUCK OFF!" Your magic bubbles and churns before exploding out of you. The fans didn't have to touch her for her body to cleave into three. Blood sprays onto you and the bridge as you plummet into a formidable rage. You laugh hysterically at the horrified looks on those monsters' faces as tears cascade down your face.

"None of you are leaving alive!" You giggle maniacally as your vision blurs and you blackout, "None of you." You growl darkly.

"You know, I envy you, Vi." You sigh and lift your arm to stare at your hands. You hear Vi snort and walk over to you with an icepack on her head.

"Envy me? Why? What gave you that delusion?" She winces as she sits next to you on the couch. You turn to her and help her re-wrap the bloodied gauze around her knuckles. You had found her beating the shit out of someone in an alleyway.

"Ekko really looks up to you." You tighten the wrap, "He comes home raving about the things you did and what you taught him... I wish he looked up to me like he does to you."

"He looks up to you too, you know?" Vi frowns, "He talks about you a lot. He told me the other day that he really appreciates how you're always there for him. Even when he doesn't realize that he needs you..."

"Vi's right, Y/n." Benzo says as he walks in with Vander, the latter giving Vi an exasperated look, "Your brother admires you."

When you come back to yourself, there's a rifle in your bloodstained hands, with the victim of the said gun on the floor. At least, that's what you can assume even though it was just a torso with bullet holes. You hear shouting and the rumbling sound of boots on the pavement. The rage fades and you stare down blankly at the... slight mess you made. 'Was there this much blood in the body?' Their terror-filled screams irritate your ears and make you wince. 'Must monsters scream so loud?'