[E] The Ride Home

[Remilia Scarlet]

Remilia had been quiet throughout most of the ride away from the detestable island, sat on the stairs that lead up to the cabin and staring at the tow crane that Gin had been stuck to. After they had fought off the masked serial killer and threw him into the depth, Remilia had leaped to his impaled friend to save him from the large blade stuck in his chest. To no avail, unfortunate, he was already dead before she could get to him.  It had been heart breaking, despite her heart hadn't beat in centuries, to see the red head get so close to freedom only to be struck down at the last second. She had not wanted to part of him at first, a melodramatic grieving taken over her as the other survivors licked their wounds from the fight with Jason, but when her emotions simmered and her rational cunning returned she knew there was little reason to keep hold of the body. The fellow prime would presumably return at the Nexus like the others, and as sentimental as it might have been there was no reason to give the body a burial. Not that she was disrespectful as carried the body to the edge of the boat, still hobbled by the pain in her leg, but managed to let it fall into the water with only a bit of struggle.

But as she looked over the deck (and the antics of the fellow survivors), something seemed to bug her. Something about the fight. She had been throwing her spell cards out and when Miserible Fate-

It clicked. She had used a power she did not have before. Surprised turned to a wicked smile as she glanced over her wings. The two leathery appendages flapped, and the vampire floated up into the air. Rapturous yet sinister laughter overwhelmed everything as the scarlet devil soared into the air, no longer in the island’s field of influence.

“My power have returned!” She yelled out, fists triumphantly above her head “Now cower before me, mortal men, for I am what you fear in the dark!” She looked down at the others upon the ship...who near neithers cowering nor in hear. The young child tempered her enthusiasm and floated back down to the deck, cleared her throat, and pretended that didn’t happen.