The Eradicator.

The pain of days.

!WARNING! Quick note. (If you love anything related to Whales or orcas then this story might not be for you, the description of certain events of the story might be too graphic and probably strong. I have nothing against whales in real life and l don't support or incitated the hatred of Whales this Story is fictional and is not canon to real life so any similar event or situation would probably be coincidence. With all that said enjoy.)

Location: philadelphia US. Year 2023.

The dim glow of a single floor lamp barely pushed back the shadows in Arianna Yara Nova's cramped on her apartment. Rain lashed against the window like accusatory fingers tapping on glass. She sat on the edge of her worn couch, a half-empty bottle of cheap whiskey dangling from her fingers. Twenty-seven now, but the weight of two decades of ghosts pressed down on her shoulders. Born in the humid bustle of Brazil in 1999, she'd been five when her parents dragged the family north-her grandmother in tow-for what they called "a better life." Her mother Isabel yara nova and father Charlie benjamin Nova an American guy who meet her mother decades prior had thrown themselves into ocean activism with a fervor that once felt noble. Saving the seas. Protecting the majestic creatures. What a fucking joke.

Arianna took a long pull from the bottle, the burn doing nothing to drown the images flooding her mind.

She was eleven again, the cold Atlantic spray stinging her face on that ill-fated family outing off the East Coast. Her little brother, Mateo Nova, laughing as he leaned over the railing. Dad pointing excitedly at the pod of orcas gliding alongside their boat like sleek black-and-white shadows. "They're just playing," her father had said, his voice was full of wonder. Then One massive shape breached too close. Another slammed the hull. The fun time turned out to be actually an attack the chaos spread instantly 2 orcas managed to turn the small yatch around with unnatural force. Mateo was yanked overboard in a blur of screaming. Her father dove after him. Arianna remembered her mother's iron grip on her arm, both of them attached to the wheel as the water churned red. They survived. Her brother and father did not. They were torn apart their organs could be seeing surfacing and floating in the water The reports called it a rare aggressive encounter. But Arianna knew better. Those eyes in the orcas in the water weren't playfull they wanted to kill.

She squeezed her eyes shut, but the memories kept coming.

A year later. Her mother, hollow-eyed but stubborn, insisting they try again this time they will go to the city of staten island it wasn't that far it would only be 2 hours that's it. We can't let the fear win." The sky is clear. Arianna had been nineteen by then, refusing to go near the ocean Again. She'd rather take the bus to staten island to meet her mother there but also understood why her mother was still passionated the water was part of her life but she had to be extra carefully this time. in staten island after the quick stop on her Grandma's. House together they went to the nautical port to meet her mother But her mother never arrived at the port. Arianna and her grandmother had waited on the public seats near the port and the holographic weater map show that the sky and weather was calm. No storms. No warnings. No alerts but she never arrive, Days later, searchers found the small yacht splintered in half, drifting like a broken toy. A severed hand was still clutching the wheel-her mother's wedding ring glinting mockingly on what remained.

Arianna's throat tightened. She could still hear the officer's flat voice: "Looks like something big struck her but what could be?

If it wasn't bad enough and to make matters worse

A week after that, her grandmother's heart gave out in her sleep. The doctor said stress. Arianna knew it was one final cruelty.

After that Arinna entered in a depression state completely traumatized