Author's Note: Depression heavy. Lesbian action. Sensitive pregnancy topic.
Brief Recap: Scared of hurting Roter, Blissbun took off on her own. The wild monchen running for the hills, right after she finally admitted that she loved the man.
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Blissbun paused, panting.
Her thighs felt swollen, hot, and aching. She didn't know how long she'd been running, but this was the first time that she had stopped.
She'd sprinted through the streets, right by Blauer, and out into the forest. She'd shot by the other two freaks, and their damn frog, and... And she had just kept running.
Roter was everything to her, but he was too stupid to realise that he just couldn't handle her. Too naive.
She wasn't that unusual, of course. She was a blitzchen. The blitz in her family name wasn't a mistake. They were useful in war, and in construction, and... Anywhere you wanted something broken, at a pace.
Dreaming of being nothing but a model, refined and delicate, was a childish dream. She needed to grow the fuck up.
Fear was the key to her unlocking the Storm Claw, and nearly killing her trainer. Again. So the fear of her whole life, right behind her and falling apart, was something that she could use. She took it, felt the beating of her heart, the burning in her lungs, and the absolute darkness of the pain in her head.
She knew she couldn't save him, not even by running away. Roter would try to find her, save her. He was too kind. He was what the world needed, but he was going to get himself killed before anybody but Blauer realised it. And that bitch was too self-centred to let anyone else know.
There was no thunder, as her lightning crackled around her body. Power surging down and across her. Sparks jumping from hair to hair, until it was all swirling into her legs. She took the tired muscles, and poured everything she had into them. A sneer spread across Blissbun's face, and she stamped one foot backwards.
Having the name of a move to yell, helped to focus. Helped you to remember. A new move, never much came with that. It was a discovery, and a rediscovery of what was possible. Who you were.
The new move burst from her.
Blissbun hit the ground, tumbling head over heels and cracking both head and heels across rocks and dirt before she skidded to a stop with grass in her mouth. She spat with annoyance, which did nothing as the green statically clung to her face.
The blitzchen launched to her feet, wiping frantically and cursing loudly, before looking around herself.
The path, where she'd stopped, was now hidden behind a hill. She could see a little bit of smoke rising from the spot. Not something that a half-decent trainer like Roter would miss. He'd probably think she was in trouble and try harder to get to her.
However, it was hidden behind the hill.
She'd fallen into some kind of valley, and it wasn't one she remembered from any of the treks she'd taken with any of her trainers. The grass was green on the floor, but the walls of the valley were mud and stone. As if something had just washed it all away.
Blissbun's tail dropped, and one of her eyes twitched, as she realised where she was.
"Wasseh!" A war cry sang out.
She turned to sprint, when a wassechen came burst up and out of the grassy soil. The semi-solid form driving a headbutt into Blissbun that made her fizz and fall back.
"Wasseh!" A call answered it, and another one of the creatures burst upwards. Followed by dozens more. The entire tribe of wassechen cried out as they flumped and ran towards the downed blitzchen. Laughing and circling her, whilst threatening to blast her with every move of the full dozen of them.
Blissbun gave a small sneer, and felt her claws tightening. She snarled, "Buzz."
One of the wassechen held up a hand, "Wasseh washy wasz! Wazsis wat wasseh."
The blitzchen rolled her shoulders as she moved to hands and knees, glaring around herself as her tail stood on end.
"Trainer?" The speaking wassechen pointed at her.
She smiled, feeling the lightning behind her eyes, "Nobody for you to worry about, wilding."
"Waz." The creature pronounced their judgement.
Blissbun surged her strength into her newer-new move, soaring up into the air. She rotated her hips, spinning one of her legs as she passed above the sudden burst of water below. A tribe of a dozen wassechen. She needed to feel afraid, an entire tribe on one, but she was starting to feel confident instead.
The blitzchen landed lightly on the tips of her toes, laughing as she spun around and grabbed one of the watergirls by the head. Two electrified hands, grabbing them by the ears. They screamed, before she delivered a headbutt to knock them flatter than a pancake.
A pressure wash shot off a warning shot into her shoulder, searing as the red hot water boiled her skin. Blissbun hissed through her teeth, before surging and delivering her knee in return. The wassechen flopped to the ground and seemed to melt halfway into the dirt.
Another hit of water struck the back of her knee as she landed, knocking her halfway down. The next hit her in the face, sending her over backwards. Two more hit the chest, before a fist struck her in the teeth, and cracked one of them.
Blissbun gave a tiny howl of pain, eyes watering.
Fear was the key. Roter was always right.
"Sss-torm!" Blissbun roared, and felt the switch inside her flip. She was no longer moving fast - nothing else was moving at all. The air was some sort of jelly, stretching and pressing itself into her as she forced herself upright and into it.
The grass was like an unyielding forest of knives, as she pressed her feet down into it, toes finding purchase before the blitzchen felt the seams of her clothes giving out. She ran out of the cloth, as she ripped her claws through the air.
Flames burping and fizzling in trails after her fingertips, before she delivered the blow into the chest of the wassechen who had judged her.
The watergirl's eyes widened, and then they disappeared.
Blissbun spun to the next, and flashed her claws apart, causing a wave of fire to pop and burst before slamming into three of the wassechen. Evaporating them and ripping them into little boiling bubbles.
She collapsed to her knees, panting, and feeling the lightning behind her eyes fading. She groaned, her hands shaking. She was completely spent, but it had been worth every moment. She might be a scared little cat, but she was still the wolf to the rest of the world.
"Wash." One of the others instructed, and Blissbun smiled tiredly as they started popping back into the soil.
She staggered upright, kicked off the remnants of her white leather boots, considering them mournfully for a second, before she walked deeper into the valley. Heading down the natural runs, towards the centre and away from the greeting party who did not know what they were messing with.
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An apple tree by a river chose the next spot that Blissbun stopped.
She jumped up and down at the branches until she had a dozen apples, and then flopped to the ground cross-legged. Grinning proudly to herself as her razor-sharp teeth sheared apart the flesh of the fruit. Her tail perked up, and she felt the strength returning.
She was still completely depressed. Most of her thoughts were on how Roter wouldn't even be angry that she'd run away. He'd be disappointed. Sad that he hadn't given her a space that she felt safe in. The bloody man seemed incapable of understanding that nobody could handle her.
Rita had given up on her. The woman was a legendary researcher. Could train just about anything.
Anything except her.
Blissbun was nothing but a weapon, in a world that had given up on war. The countryside might be exciting because of the wild tribes, but it didn't have room for a tankbuster to come strolling along the streets. Roter was better off without her.
Except... Except she loved him.
The blitzchen sniffled and wiped at her eyes, glumly munching on her fruit and trying to pretend that she wasn't crying. He had seen her, wanted her. She'd finally got to what Shade had stolen first and then she'd fucked it all up by nearly killing him.
She was now a three trick pony, instead of one. Roter had helped, had managed to break her barrier, and now she couldn't even use it to impress him. With the new jump, she could do all kinds of modelling shots that would usually require expensive rigging and more expensive editing. The kind of thing that insurance would never cover for a small agency like Chase's.
She had her buzz cannon, her storm claw and... Blissbun frowned in irritation. She had heard of the kind of kick or whatever she'd used. She couldn't remember what it was called, though. Roter wouldn't even hesitate, he'd tell her what it was, how it worked, and how she could do it even better. He was a trainer, and she was a useless monchen.
"That's my tree."
Blissbun flicked a spark sideways, and wiped her sniffling nose with her arm. Biting into the last of her apples, and looking at the fallen cores with infinite disappointment. That's what she was. A rotting apple core. She could have been something good, once, but she was ruining the entire world now. Sprouting mould and mushrooms.
"My. Tree!" The voice shrieked.
She glared up tiredly at the smaller monchen, and wondered what they even were. Their skin was white, painfully white, and covered in gigantic red circles. A brown hat on their head, and gigantic black eyes.
Blissbun snickered, "Mushroomgirl."
"And you're a lightning freak." The woman growled, "You stole my fruit! You have to pay. Those are the rules!"
Blissbun yawned tiredly, "You couldn't make me pay. So buzz off."
"You have to pay." A voice growled in her ear.
She jumped in surprise, head flipping back and forth, and wondering how the heck the creature had got to the other side so quick. Blissbun frowned, "Aren't you meant to be a poison type or something!?"
"Toxic type. Duh." The woman replied and pointed angrily at the tree again.
The blitzchen sighed, "Hi. I'm Blissbun. A runaway monchen. I'm trained, you're not, so let's not -"
"Who the fuck says I ain't trained?" The mushroom interrupted and stomped a foot, before reappearing behind Blissbun and growling directly into her ear, "Name's Petal, bitch."
Blissbun elbowed the woman in the gut lazily and turned around as the sparks began to run down her arms, "Cool. Guess I might remember your name tomorrow. Probably not. Piss off."
"Pay up. Twenty points for the fruit." Petal snarled, "Ten more for insulting me."
