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-MIRAS POV-
Me and Zoey bolted towards the stage, something had gone horribly wrong. Why are they playing Takedown?
Then, above all of the music, was a shriek so deafening, so distressing, it shattered the stage lights. The crowd erupted in a panic and gasps filled the air which was supposed to full of applause and cheer.
The music halted, so did Zoey and I. All that was left of the scene was Rumi; hunched over in the dim light that was focused on her.
She had patterns.
Only demons had those.. Right?
It was a sight I couldn't bear to see, it was heartbreaking, gut wrenching, back stabbing.
Me and Zoey couldn't watch any longer. We left the stage as soon as possible, stepping lightly, breathing shallowly.
It wasn't just because of how terrifying Rumi looked, it was because she lied to us. She kept it a secret, how are we supposed to care for eachother, when she couldn't even trust us herself?
There we stood, backstage as the chaos unfolded above us. Then we heard footsteps hit the metal stairs, we didn't even have to look up to see who it was.
It was Rumi.
-ZOEYS POV-
Rumi betrayed us. Not in an evil, malicious way, but by not talking to us.
Not talking to us about her patterns, it hurt to see that we found out in such a horrible way.
It hurt me so much. A melancholy ache that lingered in my heart. It hurt when she covered up more and more, when eventually, all of her clothing became long sleeved. I thought it was something else, something more.. Intentional. Something harmful.
In the hindsight, at-least it's better than the other
thing.
Yet I can't seem to shake away the fact that she hid from us the entire time.
Was it shame?
Or something else?
Lost in thought, I barely heard the heavy, painful footsteps emerging from the metal stage stairs.
Rumi is here, and it's finally time to face the truth.
-RUMIS POV-
Everything was a blur, a mix of flashing lights, muffled gasps and screams from the crowd as my true form was revealed to the entirety of Seoul. Zoey and Mira were gone, and my head was spinning with anxiety. I looked at the crowd one last time before I darted out of fear.
My posture hunched, claws intimidating and my face draining of its colour.
I hurriedly made my way backstage, only to see Zoey and Mira watching me in dismay.
It wasn't them on stage.
they don't know.
I sighed with relief and slowly paced towards them. But they didn't greet me with a hug, or a wave, or even a smile. They stepped backwards, keeping a distance from me.. Why?
My heart sank.
I looked down and realised that the demons that had taken the form of Mira and Zoey had stripped me of my long sleeved clothing.
There I stood, vulnerable and on the verge of breaking.
“How do you have patterns..”
“You were hiding this from us?..”
“I knew it was too good to be true.”
Everything was coming at me in one sitting, I couldn't comprehend it. I could barely process what was going on, trying to defend my actions was pointless.
I knew I was in the wrong.
They kept stepping back. I can't lose them.
Not now, not when everything is falling apart. Not when I'm losing myself as it is.
“Don't leave, don't leave!” I yell as they peer at me with wide eyes, there was no love there. Just fear and remorse.
“I CAN STILL FIX THIS!!”
My demonic roar echoed through the silence, my voice cracked as I realised what I was. What I look like to them.
A pink flash rippled through the failing honmoon, I was breaking it by the minute. How could I let myself do this? I was just as shocked as Zoey and Mira at this point.
Mira drew her Gok-Do.
On me.
The one I thought I could trust most. The one who held me when I couldn't hold myself. The one who protected me when I had my back turned. Now, it's come to this.
I turn my gaze towards Zoey, surely she doesn't have the heart to draw herself against me.. right?
“Zoey please..” was all I could manage to say.
Yet my begs and pleads were in vain.
She is just like Mira. A backstabber.
I hate them both.