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There was a sense of quiet on the stage. Marion was silent. Ryvin, her opponent, was silent.
How dare he come out and face her? Was he aware of her relationship with AJ, the boy who was only a year younger than her? The boy she felt she'd known all her life? The boy she had considered family?
Marion stepped forward first, taking the lead of their dance. What was stopping her from grabbing him by the collar and strangling him? Morals? Sanity?
She was so emotional. It was unlike her. All of her emotions poured out in her practiced words, a solemn sound as it almost sounded like she was crying, begging for someone to save her yet again.
Her songbird-like sound burned her throat like she was screaming to be heard.
It was that one step towards her that made her look over and caused her to flinch, her voice refusing to come to her.
“AJ…” She stammered for a second before realizing it was just Ryvin playing mind games with her. She wasn't stupid.
In fact, she grabbed his arm tightly as he tried manipulating her thoughts as if to say “Don't touch me with those hands.” As if they'd burn her if they made contact with her skin.
It was Ryvin taking her other hand and spinning her around that made her patience wear thin.
As they almost fell into a waltz-like tune, the aliens watched with amazement. Marion had fallen into that beat as if it was drowning her. Despite the movements being anything but foreign, she hated that she shared a dance with him.
It felt like he was mocking the memories she had made, happily enjoying relearning how to waltz when AJ accidentally lied to Kali, saying he knew how to waltz when he pretty much had two left feet.
His cursed touch was anything but harsh. Like her mother. The same mother who had sacrificed her life to try and fail to save the life of her dear children.
It was as Ryvin finally let her go that she felt like she could breathe.
It was like a cat circling a mouse.
Marion was his prey, and she hated it as he walked around her as he was supposed to.
The blue-haired woman took a deep breath, and her balled up hand had somehow made contact with Ryvin’s cheek, sending him to the ground.
The black of her dress felt too extravagant for such a cruel event as Ryvin suffered blow after blow trying to fight against Marion's rage-induced attack.
Aliens tore her away as she fought back against them, only managing a few more hits before she heard the familiar click of a collar around her neck.
It glowed brightly as she couldn't lay another hand on the star in front of her.
“How dare you!?” She cried out as her feet left the ground. “You have no right to do that!” Her sobs rang out in the large auditorium, rendering the room silent.
How was anyone supposed to survive going up against someone like him?
“How dare you.” She hissed under her breath, the venom in her voice akin to a snake's bite.
Ryvin’s face was bloodied, and yet Marion wasn't satisfied with just that. She needed to see him dead. How could she live knowing her dear brother had died and the perpetrator was right in front of her.?
“You'll pay for this, I promise you. You'll pay for what you've done…” The scowl on her face spoke more than her own threat did.
Tears stained her face as the scores were totaled up.
Unsurprisingly, Ryvin swept the game. Marion almost looked relieved. She'd be reunited with those she had already lost.
“I'll see you in hell.”