bladesandbruises888

(f/n)'s POV I've been trying to escape for the past couple of days. Every time I tried, I failed. Did they see this coming, were they prepared for this? Third Person POV Kurapika was getting ready to find the Phantom Troupe. He already knew their base, and he knew they wouldn't move for a bit. As he was ready to leave Gon, Killua, and Leorio stopped him. "Where are you going, Kurapika? " Gon asked with a lot of enthusiasm. "I'm looking for the Phantom Troupe. " "Let us help! " Kurapika remembered the last time they tried to help him to fight the Phantom Troupe. "Remember what happened last time? You could've gotten killed. Chrollo pr

As Kurapika was walking to the village he heard screams. He snuck behind the bushes and watched, the horrible sight in front of him. All of them dead, their eyes were gone. He looked around to see who the murderers were. Spiders. He saw spider tattoos. He ran around, seeing his family, dead, Pairo, dead, everyone dead. Then he had to look for her. He ran, looking for the strongest fighter in the Kurta clan. And his... first love. He figured yelling would be a bad idea, just in case they came back. As he ran, he saw the similar design and colour of the tabard that (f/n) wore. He ran up to the figure lying of the ground, her eyes were gone. "

"Is she even human? " "Who runs this frickin' fast? " "She hasn't even broken a sweat yet. I'm still on lap 5 and she's on lap 28, she's not tired, look at me! " "Even Mikasa is having trouble catching up with her. " As (f/n) ran that was all she heard. She was incredible at 3D Maneuver Gear, amazing at hand-to-hand combat, was insanely smart, and was basically good at everything. She slowed down her pace so Mikasa could catch up. (F/n) was best friends with Mikasa, they instantly got along when they found out they were room mates and they were both prodigies at basically everything. "Hey (f/n), how can you run that fast for this long,

Screams. Darkness. Coldness. Metal. They invaded your senses. In the dark room, crammed with many children, ready to either die or live in pain. "Dad, why? " He led you into this mess, for five years of your life, he's made you and your family believe he was the good guy helping people. You watched as your dad tied up your unconscious family and throw them into a wagon, to be transported here. "Shut up. " One of his workers kicked you in the head. As you knelt down holding tears back you saw a boy, around your age. Crawling up to him, you nudged him. "Hey, you seem really calm. " You asked. He didn't answer, then you looked at his face. He