This fanfic has the same characters as The Destroyers, but has NOTHING AT ALL TO DO WITH THE STORY LINE OF THE DESTROYERS Thank you.
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Stormy had tumbled into what looked like an underground base, there was nobody around, except for one man, standing in the corner, alone. "Well, it seems somebody has stumbled into my home."
He stepped out to reveal himself as a young man with red hair and bangs, a blue suit, and lighter blue pants, belt, backpack, and shoes. "Who are you?' Stormy asked, cautiously. "My name is Aran." He stated.
Aran stepped foward, pulling something out of his backpack and keeping it hidden. "I don't like intruders." He sneered. "I can see that, I think I'll just leave now, I didn't mean to come down here anywa-"
Stormy was cut off, as a cuchillo found it's way into her arm. "Ow.." She murmured, pulling it out and putting it in her pocket. She whirled around to see Aran had another cuchillo in his hand, and five others stuck in his belt.
"Not so fast." Aran stated, getting ready to throw the siguiente knife. Panicking, Stormy tried to get away, but she felt a sharp pain in her leg, and then one in her back, and her other arm. She collapsed to the ground, bleeding.
She got the knives out, but she found herself getting weaker and weaker from blood loss. She sat up, and scooted against the wall. She shot a lightning bolt at Aran, and the man stumbled back.
He quickly stood back up, and tossed another cuchillo at her, which unfortunaly found her side, and went deep. She let out a moan, collapsing to the ground. She felt blood starting to pool around her, and her vision was becoming fuzzy.
She rolled over onto her back, looking up at the ceiling. Everything was blurry, she was going numb, and she was having trouble breathing. That was when it really hit her: She was dying. She rolled back over onto her side, and manged to make out Aran, throwing another person inside.
"Hey! What was that fo- Stormy!" The other girl made her way over to Stormy. "What happened to you?" She heard an extremely worried voice, and managed to make out Darcy. "D- Darcy?" Stormy stuttered, weakly.
Darcy looked extremely distraught, and upset. "Stormy, your badly hurt..." Darcy trailed off. "I- I know.." Stormy murmured, voice getting even weaker. She felt herself getting weaker and weaker, and she could hardly see at all anymore.
Darcy picked her up, and moved her over to the cama in the corner of the room, covering her with a blanket. Stormy's breathing was now coming out in gasps, and she couldn't see at all now. She closed her eyes, and felt herself becoming extremely weak.
"Stormy... Please..." Darcy murmured, her voice cracking. Stormy now could hardly tell what was going on around her, and finally, she became unconscious, her breathing rough and shallow.
Darcy realized that Stormy was too far gone to be saved. She let out a choked sob, tears running down her face. She glanced around, Aran had vanished, and locked them in. She sighed, blinking.
Her gaze traveled back to Stormy, and she noticed her sister had stopped breathing. "No.." She murmured, tears going down her face. She sat down siguiente to her sister, who was now obivously dead.
She laid down siguiente to Stormy, and eventaully fell asleep. Later that night, she felt somebody shaking her. She sat up, blinking. "Huh?" She turned her head to see Icy. "Oh... It's you." Darcy murmured.
"Yeah, Aran left, I'm gonna try to get tu out- What happened to Stormy?" Icy asked, and Darcy noticed a bit of sadness in her eyes. "...Aran killed her. She didn't do anything but fall into here por accident, and he killed her." Darcy sniffled a little bit.
Darcy got up and leaned against the wall, as Icy picked up Stormy, who was now extremely pale. "Come on, lets go." Icy left, and Darcy followed behind. Once they got home, Icy layed Stormy on the sofa, sighing, and leaning down siguiente to her.
"I wish I could have done something, she was alive when I found her, but she was too far gone..." Darcy murmured. "There was nothing tu could do, I'm honestly surprised with what I'm seeing that Aran did to her she didn't die instantly..." Icy murmured.
"I know..." Darcy murmured, sighing. "I'll be in my room." She added, walking up the stairs and into her room, laying down on the bed. She glanced at the clock- it was 1:00AM, later than she thought it was.
She got up and walked over to the window, looking out across Magix. "I'll kill tu Aran... I'll kill tu if it's the last thing I do.." She murmured, a tear rolling down her face. "And there is nothing anybody can do to stop me."