War God's Reckoning

Meaning of despair

Nancy’s heart jumped. Regret, horror, and indescribable fear chewed her whole. Just when she was sure she would splatter against the concrete floor, turning into meat paste without even a complete corpse, a miracle happened.

A leg casually caught her, making her hang off it mid air. Nancy froze, then gasped, wondering why her fall got bridged.

Her mid section was on a dainty outstretched leg. Her current position was undignified, most importantly, she couldn't understand how a casually outstretched leg could balance her weight.

It didn't matter, all that did was that a savior had arrived. She gasped and grabbed the leg to balance herself, looking up to see her benefactor.

A scream of horror escaped her lips. It was that same ghostly face haunting her.

The ghost had a pair of childish pig tails, dressed in leather trenchcoat and trousers, with weapons strapped to her…a complete assassin's gear.

She grinned at Nancy and waved at her, batting her lashes. A scream escaped her lips and she began to fall again, this time face flat.

If she hit the ground in that position, her face would be squashed beyond recognition.

Half an inch away from the ground, someone's hand grabbed her from above, clutching her fabric tightly, drastically reducing the momentum.

Nancy was wailing at this point. Death wasn't what she feared the most, it was the way the mad ghost was playing with her mind, shattering all her mental and psychological defenses.

Right now, all she could see was fear, despair, horror and death. Despite all her efforts to think up something, only these emotions kept crashing into her brain, relentlessly.

“Aiya!” The playful, childish shout rang out again from above her, making screams of horror tumble out of Nancy's lips.

She began to cry bitterly. She felt a bone deep chill, and her blood seemed to have turned to ice. “Please just kill me, I beg you.”

Trinity giggled like a child, her voice ringing out like pearls. “Sister, how can you say that? I'm only playing with you because I like you too much.”

“Crazy! You're crazy! She's crazy!” Nancy's words tumbled out incoherently, her entire body spasming. She was about to go into shock.

The corner of Trinity's lips curled, the mad glint in her eyes became more pronounced, and she let go of Nancy who was already touching the ground.

Nancy rolled onto the ground, the concrete scratched her face, nose and arms. Blood soon soaked her clothes, tears couldn't stop streaming down, making the wounds sting the more.

“Don't worry. I won't let you die.” Trinity with the ghost face smiled. “It will feel like you want to die, and you can't hold on anymore, like tethering at the edge of hell…fear not, I will always pull you back.”

She giggled again. “How can I let you die? I want to play with you for a very long time.”

The ‘promise’ filled Nancy with fear, and she screamed out, losing her sanity. How could there be no single person to save her in this entire world?

Memories of Xavier always rushing to help her out in the past flashed before her, and she began to cry harder. If it was him, he would have definitely noticed her absence, and found her.

But now… now… he was probably dead.

The thought made Nancy cry harder, regret and pain tearing through her.

Trinity's eyes hardened and she pulled her up. Nancy gasped, her heart pounding erratically. Before she could understand what was happening, the scary ghost face threw her high up into the air, making screams erupt from her lips.

A hand grabbed her arm, and she felt air wheezing past them. She was thrown at a corner like a sack of potatoes, and she realized she was back on the roof.

Gbim! The sound of something gigantic landing a few meters away made her heart jump. Or rather, somersault. At this point, she was just exhausted and ready to faint. How could life be this hard?

“What have I done to deserve this?”

A hand grabbed her by her hair, completely loosening her already scattered French twist. She was thrown against the wall, making blood spew from her mouth.

Her organs were all rattled up, she could swear she broke something when she hit the wall.

She was picked off the floor and pushed to a drum full of dirty water. The ghostly existence pushed her head into the drum of water, laughing hysterically as she struggled bitterly, chunks of dirty water entering her mouth.

Just when she stopped struggling, Trinity pulled her head up, letting her up for air.

She gasped and wheezed, her chest tight, lungs desperate for oxygen. Before her breathing could normalize, Trinity pushed her head back, plunging her straight into the throes of despair.

The fleeting smirk Nancy saw on Trinity’s ghostly face when she was pulled up for air made her lose all hope.

The thing torturing her seemed totally unreasonable and unhinged. It was no longer a matter of if she would die, because she surely would. It was what the psycho holding her hostage would do to her before killing her.

Despair and agony warred inside of her, as her end became clearer before her.

Surely, this was the end. No hope in sight.