No idea what to call this (anyone can join) (FINISHED)

"NYX!" He looked around some more

The water felt good - icy cold, freezing her lungs, but good.
Nyx sighed gently, bubbles floating silver in the water, and closed her eyes.
He would never find her. She was safe.

He found her. He became shirtless. He had a rock hard six pack.
"Nyx!"

She closed her eyes, kicked him in the chest, spun forward, and jabbed her spurs into his shoulders, filling his veins with venom.

Luckily, as he was basically a god, he was immune to it.
"I'm trying to help you!" He said

She jabbed him again, and again, and again, hatred filling every cell of her body.
"Leave. Me. Alone." Bubbles escaped from her lips, silver spheres in the water. She was fast, graceful, at home.
Seven, help me.

"Fine. Then drown." He made the water turn against her

And he got out and got dressed

She smiled. Little did he know, she could stay down here for hours and be fine. Now she was rid of him, at least.

The water pressure got heavier and heavier, almost crushingly so

He walked away.
"Fuck…" He said, removing all of the spurs from his shoulders

She didn't mind.
(Also her spurs are just filled with venom, they don't come off of her wrists)

He went back home with Valorie.
Hours later

It was getting dark, and cold, and Nyx hauled herself out of the pond. She was hungry, but there was no way she was going back to that monster's house.
Perhaps there was some food in town.
She put her bracelets back on and began to walk back towards the town, her boots crunching on the leaves.

(Is there like a restaurant or something where she could find food?)

(Wow, rude)
"Fucking hell…"

(The only place she could go to is Wepalo's, a burger joint)

She spotted the lights of a restaurant and stepped toward it, only to realise that she had no money. She cursed under her breath and considered her options.

He sat down and played minecraft

Nyx sat down on a bench, put her head in her hands, and considered going back to the house.
He had been very kind.
Maybe she had acted rashly; blood reminded her of Seven.
She could give him one more chance to redeem himself.
Stringing her fingers through her damp hair, she closed her eyes.
"What do I do?" she whispered to the still night air.

"If I were you… I would trust him." A lady said. She had strawberry blonde hair and emerald eyes. Her name was Allison.
"You're talking about Vozreal, right?"

Nyx looked up. "Mm? Oh - yeah." She scuffed the toe of her boot along the sidewalk. "How did you know?"

"I would trust Vozreal." She said.
"Name's Allison, btw!" Allison was very cute

Nyx wrapped her arms around herself and frowned. "Why should I trust him? He - killed someone. Without even thinking about it. And - I - I don't know what to do, and… he was so kind to me, but…"

"Because he's a nice man, and he's very honest! And he kills people who hurt people he knows. That's the only time he kills."

"Nice people don't kill people." A tear clung like a pearl to her lashes. Her heart ached.
You killed Seven, a voice whispered in her head.
She pushed it away.

"Nice people aren't hypocrites either." She retorted

"I don't know what to think anymore," she said, putting her head in her hands. A sob wracked her body.

"Listen… You should always give people a second chance."

(Side note: Nyx blames herself for the death of someone she grew up with, who was basically like a brother to her. She's not to blame, of course, but she's really sensitive about death and blame. She hasn't forgiven herself, so the idea of second chances are foreign to her.)