Disclaimer: I do not own Champions. Serdurni, Lana, Riani, and whoever else I put in here, however, are mine.

Summary: Everyone has breaking points. No matter how strong you may seem, all break eventually.

Note from the Shadows: This may become a full length story, it may not. We'll see how it goes. I am trying to make companion pieces of artwork to go with some of these, I'll put links on my page.

Serdurni

She never cried...

But she cried that day. Curled up in a corner, wings wrapping tightly tightly around her, she cried. She sobbed brokenly, all the pain she had felt for the past six years coming forth, everything she had bottled up inside. She was blind and deaf to the world around herself, hair down and hanging in her face. Her metal prosthetics dug harshly into her skin, but she couldn't feel them.

Not where anyone could see her...

No. Never where she could be seen. She had to be strong, she had to protect her friends. She wanted to protect her friends. It was all she had ever wanted. She just wanted them to all be happy... Why couldn't they be happy? She kept crying, ripping the chains from her arms and flinging them as far away from herself as she could, curling tighter in on herself.

She never meant to hurt anyone...

But she had. She'd killed him. Murdered him, in cold blood. She had to. But it didn't make it any easier. It didn't remove the guilt, the horror. With a shuddering sob, she curled up on the pool of dried blood- her blood, she recognized dimly. Of course her blood. Andriods don't bleed. The thought made her cry harder, her purple flames flickering weakly around her in response to her guilt and grief.

He deserved it...

No he didn't. No one deserved to die like that, alone, hated by everyone. To burn to death like that... She shuddered, her sobs slowly fading. She was to broken by her own actions to even cry anymore, to lost. She couldn't bring herself to lift her head to look at her discarded chains, the weapons she had murdered him with.

He would have killed her if he could...

Of course he would have. He was an assassin. It was all he knew to do. And she had come to kill him, as much as she told herself otherwise. He hurt her teacher, her friend. They all had. She couldn't let them get away with that... She couldn't. And he had killed her, or come as close as he could. The thought of her Shadow made her cry again, sobbing brokenly. She felt one of the wounds in her stomach tear a little, felt a thin trickle of blood spill out over her damaged tights, but she couldn't care less. She just wanted to lie there, and die.

Dimly, she heard the sound of footsteps approaching...