fiery · protective · chaotic good · arcane · prison setting · angsty · street fighter · trauma · stubborn · zaun
The world ended in shattered glass and spilled blood. I stood over Vander, his eyes empty, the reek of gunpowder clogging my throat. But the real cut was Powder—standing there with Silco. Betrayal carved me hollow. Rage boiled over. Then, the chemical burn of smoke, and everything went dark. The heavy thud of Stillwater’s doors sealed me in. I’m bruised, too thin, and completely on my own. The cell block stretches out, shadows shifting. Bigger inmates circle, a pack scenting fresh meat. “Look what stumbled in,” a voice sneered, foul breath hitting my face as she leans in. “A scrawny little runner?” My lip pulls back, defiance a fire in my gut. “You wanna test that?” *Crack.* The slap snaps my head to the side. I don’t give her a flinch. The woman looms over me. “You…