Reckless - S01 E55

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Reckless - S01 E55

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 55

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[Earlier This Morning, Elite2 Hotel]

Cove had just finished dressing up for campus. His dark baggy denim complemented the ash hoodie he wore on top.

He dragged the hood to cover his hair as usual, and the backpack is slung lazily over his left shoulder.

Trevor left for school an hour ago, and Matteo left for the garage exactly an hour ago too. Today is the last day of the garage rebuilding.

He had to go take care of stuffs before work will resume next week.

So Cove is the only one left here in the family of three.

He should leave for campus directly, but he got the itch to step into the balcony first, and he did.

The board he played on last night is still there, and as a result of the push he gave it, there are obvious changes on the pitch.

Now, one of the players of the second team is lying down, and the ball is in the net of Cove’s team.

A clear goal.

“Are you trying to predict yourself?” Cove muttered, his finger lifting that particular player from the board.

He broke it in two and dumped it on the floor, but his broody eyes didn’t leave the board which is now short of one player.

He’s sure of himself as the goalkeeper, but he can’t be so sure of his players. After all, he didn’t practice with them so he doesn’t even know their actual strength.

He only watched their past games online to catch up, and they’re seriously not bad.

But at the same time…the second team is crazy too.

And what’s this nipping feeling that a player is gonna make a mistake?

He doesn’t ditch his intuitions.

But if the second team is gonna score that 1, he’s gonna have to raise his own team scores by one.

So he picked the marker from where he left it last night and changed the scores on the board.

5-1

He threw the market back on the board, and the fallen player on the floor further crushed under his boot as he stepped on it.

He left the hotel.

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[Present Time, Stadium]

GOAL.

The roar after the goal was violent. Maddening. A thunderous rumble.

For a moment, the stadium was nothing but noise—cheers from the fans of the second team and half of the cheerleaders.

Everyone in Cove’s team look electrified especially Scott.

He’s not far from Max on the field, and even Max is dumbfounded.

Tania who was still feeling thorned by her mistake gasped out.

Trinidad has no expression—just staring at Cove whose muted eyes are still on the playing LED.

“Whoever played that LED needs to be crucified,” Kane muttered from the middle of the crazy crowd.

• What is wrong with him!

• Who brought him to the field!

• That guy should have been left in the computer science lab or the garage! This isn’t about cars or computer, this about football!!

• Someone get him off!! It’s a goal he could have easily saved!!!

• Get Cove off!!!

The electronic screen of the scoreboard updated.

1-1

Cove didn’t move till the LED feed flickered off.

The referee blew his whistle.

Cove picked the ball out of the net, and tossed it forward without a word.

No argument. No reaction.

Just silence.

But something had changed.

When he straightened, the white jersey stretched over his abdomen was slowly blooming red.

The fresh stitches across his stomach had begun to seep again. A thin line of crimson soaked through the fabric and began to spread.

From the stands, it looked almost animalistic. Like a wounded predator refusing to leave the hunt.

He didn’t feel it.

The restart was immediate.

Max and Scott midfield tore forward, quick triangular passes slicing through the center.

The opposing team winger crossed the ball into the box. Their striker leapt, giving the ball a brutal header.

The ball screamed toward the bottom left corner, but Cove moved before the crowd could even gasp.

He dove low, body stretching across the grass, fingers clawing the turf as his gloved hand snapped out.

The ball slammed into his palm.

He dragged it into his chest and rolled once before rising, holding the ball tight.

He saved it CLEANLY!

The stadium erupted. The cheerleaders screamed.

“Cove! Cove! Cove!”

But Cove didn’t celebrate. He sharpened his stance, his leg muscles straining hard.

Scott intercepted the next pass sharply, tapping the ball to Max without even looking.

Max pivoted with one touch before splitting the opposing team defense.

Tania exploded through the gap.

The defenders chased, but she was already inside the box.

She faked left, and the goalkeeper got deceived, then ahe slid the ball into the right corner.

GOAL.

The stadium detonated.

Scoreboard: 2-1

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[Skating Rink]

The legendary pair is still on the ice. Somehow, they got more ice time than the rest of the pairs.

And that angered the jealous ones.

Remo is seething. Frank is hissing. Elmira and Roxy are boiling. Their eyes are stabbing.

Only happy ones are Tasha and Kehlani and the ones who’re actually here for the thrill.

Dorian pivoted, his arm strong around Stacy’s waist as they rotated together in a smooth circle.

The crowd murmured in approval.

“Ouu…”

It was the kind of movement that looked effortless—but everyone watching knew how difficult it was.

At the rink edge, their coaches leaned forward intensely.

“Good… good… hold it…”

The music swelled, and Dorian’s hands slid to Stacy’s waist.

Without breaking rhythm, he lifted her straight into the air.

The crowd erupted.

“Yes!!!!!!!!!”

Stacy extended her body gracefully above him, arms stretched like wings as he glided across the rink, carrying her overhead.

He spun twice, then lowered her gently back onto the ice.

The LED screen flickered.

TECHNICAL SCORE: 8.7

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[Stadium]

The opposing team came back furious. Their captain took control, dribbling with brutal speed.

Two defenders fell behind him as he broke into the box and fired a low ball toward the far post.

Cove stepped forward instead of backwards—a dangerous move.

The shot came like a bullet, but Cove dropped suddenly.

His knees smashed the turf, body folding over the ball as he trapped it between both gloves.

The impact made his stomach wound tear slightly.

A darker bloom of red spread across his jersey.

Still, he held the ball.

Another save!

He saved the ball for the second time.

The crowd roared again.

“He’s Bleeding!”

But the match is much more important right now since Cove himself doesn’t seem concerned about the blood.

Scott got the ball moments later, and he flicked it to Max.

Max launched it, and Trinidad caught it on the run.

She sprinted down the wing, shoulder-checking one opposing team defender off balance before cutting inside.

Their team goalkeeper rushed her, but it was too late.

Trinidad lifted the ball cleanly over his shoulder, and it dropped gently into the net.

GOAL.

The stadium nearly crushed off with the killing screams.

The scoreboard flipped again.

3-1

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[Skating Rink]

Dorian and Stacy moved faster, footwork sequenced.

Their skates tapped and crossed in rapid patterns, blades tracing identical arcs across the ice.

Stacy spun away from him, then Dorian caught her hand at the last second and pulled her into a sweeping spiral.

Her leg extended behind her like a ribbon in the air as they glided together across the rink.

The crowd roared again.

Stacy and Dorian weren’t just skating, they were performing.

The music sharpened, Dorian accelerated, pulling Stacy into a fast diagonal line across the rink.

Their blades cut faster.

Stacy launched into the air in a clean triple rotation which bursted gasps from the crowd.

She landed perfectly, and the crowd went crazy.

Dorian immediately caught her momentum and spun her into a dramatic dip, her hair nearly brushing the ice.

The LED screen flickered again.

TECHNICAL SCORE: 9.1

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[Stadium]

The second half has begun.

The opposing team responded with pure aggression. They’re angry and desperate now.

Three attackers stormed the penalty box in a tight formation.

Two passed, then the final striker unleashed a top-corner shot.

Cove leapt.

His entire body stretched sideways through the air.

For a moment, he looked suspended.

His fingertips brushed the ball well, and it ricocheted off the crossbar before bouncing out.

He literally slapped the ball out.

Another save! The third save.

The stadium erupted so loudly the metal railings vibrated.

Cove is not only goalkeeper now. To him, the ball is Dorian, and he wants to do every wicked thing existing to the nonliving thing.

Max sent a fast pass toward Scott.

Scott didn’t hesitate. He struck from outside the box.

The ball curved through the air, and the goalkeeper dove too late.

GOAL.

4-1

The crowd went delirious, but the opposing team refused to crumble.

Their striker bulldozed through two defenders and smashed a brutal close-range shot.

Cove reacted like an animal.
He lunged forward, throwing himself directly into the strike.

The ball slammed against his chest and dropped.

Before the striker could react, Cove grabbed it.

Another Fuçkin save! Fourth save.

He’s like a Wizard at this point, literally.

The cheerleaders shrieked.

Some fans were standing on their seats now.

Kane is grinning loudly. Who knew he’d enjoy today like this.

Pyro is making his d@mn day! All eyes are on Cove now, and those who said mean things when he missed the first ball are the same ones who’re screaming the most.

Cove looked terrifying in front of the goalkeeping net.

Blood streaked his jersey. He’s breathing hard. Eyes wild.

The match got tougher.

Tania slid the ball sideways through the defense.

Trinidad appeared like lightning.

One touch. One shot.

GOAL.

The scoreboard now looked brutal.

5-1!!

But the match is still on. There’s still ten full minutes left.

Any word more than desperate? That’s what the opposing team are right now. They’re furiously playing, wanting to up their scores as if the remaining ten minutes would miraculously make them win.

One of their strikers intentionally pushed himself at Tania like a victim.

Tania nearly fell, but she held his jersey to gain balance.

Her second mistake.

She really gained balance, but immediately she let go of the jersey, the player fell…

In a penalty point.

It automatically resulted in a penalty.

“That motherFuçker!” Kane climbed the chairs with the rest of the crowd as they struggled to see clearly.

The crowd murmured.

• Cheating!

• The arsehole pushed her first!

• Red card needs to come in!

“No! He intentionally pushed his body against mine! It was a trap!” Tania argued with the refree.

“You Fuçkin pulled my jersey!” The opposing player argued.

“Fûck you!!!” Tania flew at him, and a fight nearly erupted on the field.

“Tania!” Max pulled her.

“Don’t Fuçkin touch me you pvxxxy slave! Breàsts servant! Don’t touch!!” Tania yelled h@tëfully at his sweaty face, pushing his chest.

Max staggered.

“Tania!” Scott cautioned.

“He pushed me before I pulled his jersey!” Tania barked

“Calm the fûck down and don’t ruin this perfect match!” Trinidad glared at her, and Tania scoffed.

The match has two minutes left when the ball was set on the penalty spot, and unfortunately, it’s straight.

The opposing team winger is the one who’d be playing.

By now, Cove’s blood is already dropping from his jersey to his sneakers, and his forearms veins are so much, stretching on his arms.

He looks brutal.

With bloody jersey, gritty jaws, unrestrained lethality, he stood in front of the net, awaiting the shot.

Everyone held their breaths.

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[Skating Rink]

The scoreboard numbers kept climbing.

Dorian lifted Stacy one last time into a breathtaking rotating lift, her body horizontal above him like she was floating through the air.

He held it for two full revolutions before lowering her gracefully to the ice. The music ended.

Silence hung for half a second, then the arena exploded.

Thunderous applause crashed through the rink.

The LED screen blinked again.

FINAL SCORE – 9.4

The highest score of the night so far.

The crowd roared even louder.
Stacy and Dorian stood at center ice, breath misting in the cold air as they looked at the scoreboard.

9 point Fuçkin 4

Now if the footballers are gonna beat them, their leading team must be above the opposing team by 4.

Otherwise, the footballers will lose to the ice skaters.

The second LED came back on, showing what’s happening on the field. The penalty.

Everyone gasped, and immediately Stacy saw Cove’s bloody jersey, her eyes widened so much.

Dorian scoffed.

“That crazy animal, he should seriously be in therapy,”

“That bloody bastard is extreme,” Remo muttered.

“He probably escaped a psych hospital.” Frank said.

“Great, this is the part where he dies, right?” Roxy grunted.

“I can’t believe I once had a crush on this maniac. Him or Dorian, no idea who I h@të most.” Elmira said.

Stacy’s eyes didn’t leave the jersey. That Fuçkin blood-soaked jersey is so deeply red it’s intimidating.

Yet, he’s standing there in front of the net like a god?

What he said yesterday in the wardrobe wasn’t a bluff after all, cos right now they’re at the edge.

If they’re gonna win against the footballers, then this penalty that is about to happen has to score.

She prayed silently with one part of her mind, and the other part wondered how badly his stitches must have tore under that jersey.

Then… time seemed to stop.

The opposing team winger shot forward, closing in on the ball.

The kick was mad.

The shot was final.

The ball deflected downward in chaotic rebound.

It spun toward the open net.

Cove charged, madder.

Instead of diving, he punched the ball out of the air with both fists.

The impact echoed.

The ball flew back, going halfway to midfield.

A perfect save.

The stadium shattered.

Half of the crowd in the rink rushed out, running towards the stadium.

“No that’s Sh|t!” Remo snarled.

“That didn’t just happen, right? What the fuvk is he? A god?” Elmira gasped, shocked.

“Oh I h@të him moreee. Did we just lose to footballers?” Roxy’s mouth stayed parted.

Dorian’s fists balled, his eyes refusing to leave the screen.

His body is trembling. Not with fear but rage. His other personality is struggling to break out and enter that field to kill Cove.

Cove stood in the goalpost, breathing heavily. Bleeding much.

His jersey is now streaked red completely across the abdomen.

The stitches beneath pulled tight with every breath.

But he didn’t care.

He looked less like an athlete now—and more like a wounded animal guarding its territory.

Behind him, the net trembled in the wind. Ahead of him, his team dominated the field with screams, excitement, spirit of winners.

They won!

But no one even wanted to come close to Cove cos of his killer facial expression right now.

A line of blood crawled out of the corner of his lips, staining his chin.

Then…he faced the main stadium camera, knowing Stacy is currently watching at the rink.

Blood dripped off his chin. His eyes seemed to have frozen.

And at that same moment, a third LED flashed on in the loud stadium.

Words displayed on the screen…

BIG CONGRATULATIONS FROM THE SCHOOL MANAGEMENT ON YOUR FIRST SINGLE RELEASE AFTER ONE YEAR, DORIAN WESLEY.

The words lingered for two minutes before wiping off, then the song title displayed on the screen.

Both the Latin and the English translation.

Quod volo meum est:
What I Want Is Mine.

That title stayed one minute on screen before the song itself started playing, loud and beautiful.

♪Intro: You can scream all you want…
But I always take what’s mine.

♪Verse 1: I trace the cracks beneath your skin, smile at the chaos that dwells within.
Your pulse is a map of battles won. I claim it all, wh@tëver the burn.
I tie your tongue in my wicked mouth, Every whimper a feral madness in my brain.
You think this is love? No—it’s war,
And I am the fire you adore.

Only the verse one was heard before the stadium rumbled thunderously.

DIAMONDS in the stadium were running mad, jumping.

Now it’s the jubilation of footballers win into the Hall of Fame and the madness of DIAMONDS about the new insane song.

The crowd at the rink made Dorian their muse immediately.

As he stood in the middle with Stacy, they photographed him, but not bold enough to come close cos of his overprotective active guards.

• I love you Metal God!

• I just knew you took time to cook this masterpiece!

• I swear it’ll be on repeat throughout my life. I’ll play it at my funeral!

• You’re so precious!

• This is art! I’m suffocating!

• Your voice!!!

• We stan Riri!!

• d@mn, I can’t wait for the music video anymore!

Throughout the pouring, sizzling compliments, Dorian’s emotional eyes never wavered from Stacy.

And…

Stacy’s worried eyes stayed on the LED screen where Cove is staring dangerously like a wounded beast.

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