((I'm here to apologize...I should give up on this since the last time I gepostet was over three months ago...But I can't I need to finish for the sake of Blade and the fact that is change her as an OC, so I'm giving a brief summary for those who haven't read oder don't remember from the other parts. BASICALLY Blade wakes up. Has memory. Goes to find terror and get away from rapey Damian. Finds out terror is "with" a girl..and goes back to Damian. He basically makes her forget who she is Von shooting her up like some drugs btw those who haven't realized she's also missing her left eye, that's YOUR right. ANYWAY Damian has this shapeshifiting succubus girlfriend MISTRESS lady, Vexx, who helps persuade Blade into believing she is Discord who has been mistreated Von say people. The first enough is Declan, after months of training she finds him and they tussle but he wins and he lets her go. He then proceeds to go to kill her but pities the poor lass. Then she's like "shit that was Declan let's go kill him" there are some minor details it'd prolly be best to go and read this which are under the Artikel on Blade, my now main, account. Sorry I will be trying to update this Mehr often...I just get sidetracked. ..anyway she is looking for a certain assassin...and.... go! I really appreciate all those who read from one person to 1010000009 I as long as one of Du reads...it's enough for me))

The night was cold. It dug its teeth into my skin and left every aspect of bare flesh layered in goosebumps. The air was thick with moisture, hinting at a coming storm that I was hoping would miss me. Of course knowing my luck it wouldn't. Eventually the clouds would swell as if mourning over the dry Earth, then they would let out a downpour of droplets, tears that would cover the ground and help the life flourish, leaving the soil quenched and the plants healthy. I knew the rain would pour and be just another thing that chilled me to the bone.

Von now Declan's scent was nothing Mehr than a faint wisp that could hardly be picked up due to the masking smell of foliage such as the pines and dead leaves. I didn't let that stop me though. Quickly, I pushed on, drawing my haube further over my head and adjusting the gasmask. Even with the tall figures of the tress that watched me as I ran, and the dark shadows that seemed to pull at my feet, I kept on--nothing was going to stop me from finding that bastard.

And even as I ran, my legs not once giving protest, my heartbeat steady, my mind focused, my lungs filled, something echoed softly in my ears. I passed it off as the wind. As my imagination. But as time passed, the foliage becoming thicker and thicker the further I went on, that voice stayed. It was calling a name. Someone's name, not mine, but someone's. But why was I hearing it. Why wasn't it Lost in the rushing wind that wanted to push back my haube and allow that vicious voice crawl into my ears and invade my thoughts--not that it wasn't already doing that because it was.

Maybe I was crazy, maybe this whole world was a giant twisted wonderland while I was Alice running on and on chasing the white rabbit. oder maybe I was the rabbit and the voice was Alice. Calling after me, hoping I'd stop and wait for it. I wouldn't though...it was just something that was going to wolke my mind and turn me away from my main mission. But pulling me from this mission would take Mehr than a simple voice oder the tears from the sky that were pelting down on me, using me as its own personal Kleenex. I think that was a sign from God, oder whatever lived up there, that I was someone used when they needed me. Otherwise, like the Kleenex, I sat, idle, still, maybe swaying softly from a gentle breeze but besides that I was good for nothing. What people didn't know was, unlike that flimsy piece of tissue, I had anger and emotion and fight, I was strong and ready to rip apart the very thing that treated me in such a way. I, Discord, could do whatever I wanted to whoever I wanted because I made my own rules. Sure Damian was there to set guidelines, but within those boundaries were my freedoms that I pursued-no voice, assassin, oder rain could stop me from doing that.

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I had been running for so long and so fast that I never even realized my legs had numbed, I never realized I had entered city limits following that scent like a dog searching for a meal. I hadn't realized that Declan was within my sights, trailing through back alley's to some destination. I would've made some snide remark about not being able to imagine him in any other place other than Hell. No because before any of that registered it was blocked out Von hate and anger and a hunger for vengeance and blood. Everything was a blur, though I could make out the softness of flesh beneath my hands, the beating pulse that was quick from the shock, the sharp jerk as whatever was pinned against the Wand tried to free itself. But, dying for a drink, I didn't let go, instead I ripped the gas mask off and was going in for the plunge. The sweet yet salty taste of blood was going to spill into my mouth, quench my thirst, wane my hunger, make me stronger than before. But before that, I had stopped. A burning sensation had started in the side of my neck, just on the first layer of skin, as if the Sun had kissed it. Then as Sekunden past the KISS became a bite then a stab that spread from neck across my body. Instantly, I doubled over, my hand instinctively wrapped around my neck. Of course I pulled away the moment it caused the flesh to ignite it a lick of agony. Finally, it dawned on me. Declan was the one, still against the wall, I had pinned down. Even though he was my target, it was stupid to go in Pistolen blazing. Quickly, I reached for my gasmask, happy the darkness and the shadow of my haube helped me stay unknown. My hand searched for its shape, its plastic lenses that dyed everything azure, and the nozzle that kept everything flowing nicely. ...finally I ran across the thick rubbery feeling of the mask and I frantically struggled to put it on. It was slick and wet from the rain, while everything from my underwear to my hair was sticking to my body like I was glue. How could I be so stupid, so selfish, even now, with his body no longer covered in the white garb her wore before, he was still armed to the tooth just in case. But besides that I finally got a full image of his face.

Declan was soft of the eyes, oder eye in my case, but even behind that he was hard and soldiers like. His eyes were icy and hard who his hair was short and blonde and messy. He'd probably kill to protect those he cared about and even Mehr so those who threatened him. How he did that, caused all that to be shown at once, intriguing yet intimidating, was beyond me. And when he spoke it shook me to the core, "Pure silver, vampire...you know I thought maybe Du were different, maybe-"
I wasn't going to allow him to push me into feeling like he actually cared, "I don't have time for tour buckshot, Seeker."
He seemed slightly surprised that I called him Von his Alias, but allowed his defiant expression return as he twirled the blade, lips pressed into a firm line. That was all I needed, I hopped to my feet, carefully to not skid on the wet cement, my fist balled tight as it soared for his face. It was a good hit. A good, hard slug, that lasts long enough that I could feel the capillaries burst beneath his skin and paint his cheek with a soft lavender and soon navy. For a moment I was convinced I had floored him, leaving him unconscious. But when he returned a knee to my stomach, I doubled over. The empty pit was already upset that I had teased it with being so close to flesh blood, the kick only caused a tad bit if vomit to leak from the side of my mouth as I coughed violently. The bile was hot like feuer and burned with stomach cause it as it came out, kick after kick, soon joined Von the blood. After about the tenth kick he had stopped and I guessed he was going to stab you, "Can't believe I gave Du a Sekunde chance..."
I took the opportunity to take his foot and pull him to the ground. I wiped my mouth with the wet sleeve of my jacket, even though the rain had down a good job cleaning my face. I pulled back a gloved hand and slammed it into his jaw, feeling the bone wanting to crack beneath the force. The Weiter slug wasn't as hard and neither was the third, fourth, oder fifth. Von the sixth he had took my hand and slid the messer through my hand. Clean. Like a hot iron to butter. At first it was the same KISS on my neck, then it spread like feuer and I ripped it out, screaming, though the rain drowned it out--it sure was storming.

Blood was Mehr apparent now. It overwhelmed my senses as I panting, trying to catch my breath. We each had suffered hard blows, but I was about to lose to a mortal. That's when I looked up and saw him gone. For a few moments I had though he ran off and it'd be another gans chase. But I was wrong dead wrong. An invisible force pushed me to the ground, twisted my arm behind my back, and the kept a hold on the side of my face so I couldn't move, nearly drowning me in the water that had risen on throughout the fight. Then I realize what had happened the moment he came uncloaked, "There is still a lot Du don't know about me, and yet Du want to kill me, thanks." His voice was hoarse and his teeth were clenched; I even heard him spit water as he spoke, the droplets adding to the ones already on my gasmask.
"So!?"
"Well why are Du hunting me....?"
"Because Du took my eye dammit...you all did... Du all mad me this way."
He tensed and that's when I knew he had helped in the removal of my eyes, in the cutting of my neck and the abandonment of leaving me the forest to rot, "I know how Du just left me out there to die...you thought I was a threat, a risk, a thorn in your sides, yet here I am, alive and well."
"What are Du talking about....?!"
That's when I heard it, that voice again, I had been so caught up in my frenzy that I had forgot about it, left it behind. Yet it found its way back, and spoke softly telling me that same name over and over again. I tried to block it out and focus on the present but it kept calling to me, saying something I chose not to hear. Then I understood. Declan hadn't helped the people. In fact, he was just as clueless as I was. Could this be all a big misunderstanding. "NO!" I shoved back, only to be planted back onto the ground with a series of coughs.
"....Now tell me who are the people Du are going after besides me."
"Why should I tell you!?" I spat, as water finally began drawing into the mask, threatening to enter my mouth.
"You are fond of this little face mask thing, what if I took it off?"
My breathing had stopped as I remembered Damian pulling me aside telling me that if anyone was to see my face that he'd have to kill me. This would end turning me into a ghoul, a mindless servant of him. Of course, naturally, I brushed it off as something a parent would tell this child to keep them brushing their teeth every night. But now the fear of never being free, of never being my own person, was throbbing throughout my whole body. I had to tell him right?! So I didn't face that morbid servitude.

I coughed a bit Mehr and he pulled my hood, his hand also entangled in my wet gross hair, up so I could breathe better, and finally decided to fill him in on Phoebe, and Becca and Terror and all their profiles. How Damian saved me. I had excepted Declan to let me go out of pity but instead he just laughed, "No way that little band of superheroes would do this."
"Superwhat? ! Trust me, I have scars to Zeigen for it...."
As if no believing me, he let go slightly so I could turn my head and Bewegen my haube just enough to Zeigen the scar that curled around my neck. It was an awful sight gnarled and gross, but it was in the past.

Declan didn't even do as much as flinch at the gross thing, and just sighed shaking his head as the water collected on his hair, face and eyelashes, little pieces of stars in the dim straße light. He got off of my back, my stomach hurting from the kicks, and outstretched a hand to help me up. I was hesitant. Was I really going to accept the gesture from someone who I had just tried to kill. Either way, I did it. And he helped me up, his expression in distress. "I'll help you," he finally spoke, his voice soft as the rain weighed it to the ground, "only because I want to prove Du wrong.....that this Damian guy is brainwashing you."
The Kommentar was cold and made my herz hurt, "Don't say that about him." Sure I hated him, but I was the only one allows to be angry at him, plus he'd never lie to me. Maybe touch, flirt with, and get angry at me....but lie, never.

I was so Lost in thought that I hadn't realized he had began walking away. I follow quietly, gasmask concealing my hurt expression as each step took a million points of energy from me. Declan seemed to notice and just sighed, softly muttering, "No way in Hell I'm putting this on Dane, not just yet." That's when he lead us into a hotel, ordering a medical kit, and a suite. He pulled a stück, hunk of cash from his sopping wallet and paid then lead me up stairs, on the twelfth floor into our room. He laid out a towel on the bett and commanded me to sit. I couldn't help but notice how odd it was on how quickly his attitude had changed. As if he ready sort of cared about my health even though Minuten Vor he was beating me to death.

But the thing that shocked me most, was the fact that we were going to be friends. Of course I didn't know externally, but something inside knew the moment he shut off the light, he was taking a step toward trust. And when sat Weiter to me, and with a rolled up sleeve and a help out arm in front of me he showed he wanted to offer some kind of truce. And when spoke, his voice soft and sharp like a needle, I nearly gasped. The word was gentle firm, but I knew it was what he wanted to do, to be my friend, which he said,"Drink..."

((Also I only checked this once after I finished sorry for the typos. Also blade is experiencing flashed of the past, though she has no idea what they mean since she doesn't remember...))