Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 98
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Inside the Oddsion, Tobias went straight to the core where Estelle is getting tutoring from Yalda.
“Wrath,” Yalda dropped the pointer she’s holding. “I released the ads online like you ordered, and—”
“No talks about that part.” Tobias interrupted coldly.
“Sure,” Yalda mumbled, knowing something is off immediately. “By the way, she’s doing well.” She pointed at Estelle who’s sitting behind a desk.
Estelle stood quickly.
“I will not disappoint you.” She said.
“I’m actually hoping you do,” Tobias smirked. “I want to feed Grimm and watch him eat, and you look like what he’d like to eat.”
Estelle nodded.
“I won’t disappoint, sir.”
Tobias left the room, and Yalda returned her eyes to the projector.
“What went wrong at the auction?” She wondered aloud.
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Tobias went to the system center where Odds are taping relentlessly on laptops next.
Sighting him, they all stood, and Migos entered too.
“Rose, you need us to find Vince right now?” He asked.
Tobias ignored him and focused on the Odds in front of him.
“Find everything you can find about Vince St. Graves. Where he has been since ten years ago, and what he has been doing. Get me records of his everyday movements even his bathroom hours, when he eats and drinks water and when he sleeps. Every damn thing.” He ordered.
The Odds replied him with their shuffling. Everyone of them got back in front of their laptops.
They began working.
“You’re checking first?” Migos asked.
“After he graduated highschool, Uncle Will disowned him, and he left home. As a rascal and a bastardized wank, I expected him to rot somewhere, but he’s obviously been living longer than I expected. He’s alive and bold enough to come to the auction and trash 9.9B. I underestimated him, and now he’s underestimating me. I hate playing like this, I dislike searching from the scratch! I want everything. If I’m going to go after him, I need everything on him.”
“I know,” Migos sighed. “And you’ll get it, trust the system handlers.”
“Get me the name of that highschool he tutored at.” Tobias said.
Just few taps, and one of the handler Odds got it.
“Juniper Highschool.”
“And the private cinema around the highschool?” Tobias asked.
“Juniper Cinema. The two are owned by the same person.”
“Migos, get to the school and the cinema before the end of today. Plant a detonator in both properties and destroy it to the ground.”
“Yes, Ro—”
“Actually,” Tobias faced him. “I’ll go by myself. I’ll handle it.”
Then he left the room.
Migos followed him.
Seraphina was finding her way to the bedroom when she came across them. She halted.
They walked past her, and she quickly grabbed Tobias’s arm, but Migos slapped her hand away.
Seraphina stood alone, till they went out of her sight.
From the door of the tutorial, Yalda watched with folded arms.
“Fuckin’ knew it. Something happened.”
Even Grimm walked past Seraphina without wagging it’s tail as usual.
Seraphina moved with a heavy chest, and after going in circles for nearly an hour, she finally found the bedroom, but it’s closed.
The only thing she found is her gun laying by the door.
She picked up the gun and went back to take the lift to the starting point.
She easily found the gym cos it has GYM label in front of it.
She entered, and the five Odds she met inside shifted back.
She took off her heels and walked barefoot to the bullet target attached to the wall. She positioned herself, positioned her arm, closed one eye.
She shot with one eye open, imagining the target as Vince, her parents, and her sisters altogether.
She released the first bullet, second, third, fourth.
She didn’t stop.
She kept going, kept hitting.
And they all hit the bullseye.
They all hit the center.
The Odds exchanged glances.
“Knew she was picked for a reason.” One of them said.
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[Redd Estate – Penthouse]
Again, the family is in obvious crisis. Not because of failure or loss, but because of the most popular female in the world right now.
Seraphina???
They all look stupefied as they stared at the television, watching as all news aired her matter.
There’s no innocent news station that’s not airing the news. Everyone wants to share the expensive latest.
And Seraphina’s pictures and videos are all-over the screens too.
Not just her work is everywhere. She’s also everywhere.
Acosta watched with a secret smile.
Peach is inside, reading.
Dora isn’t watching the news. She sat at the last couch, vaping hard and getting her thoughts together about her next move on Bexley’s case.
Kimmy and her parents are the most disturbed people here.
Genevieve turned off the TV suddenly, flinging the remote.
“She’s all-over the streets, and now on our screens too. She’s dominating? This is nonsense! Utter nonsense!!! We’re still on how Dean got initiated with favoritism, and now this?”
“Wrath is an unbearable bastard. We sabotaged his land, and this is how he hits back?” Marley muttered. “I hate seeing her, but now she’s everywhere like a supernatural being?”
“Who the fûck even bought her work for 9.9?” Kimmy stood. “They said it’s an anonymous person.”
“It’s definitely a foreigner.” Marley said. “Has to be a foreigner.”
“What do we do?” Genevieve asked. “Her success is detrimental to us, you know this. We can’t let this last. She must be dragged down.”
“First, how is the redevelopment plan going, Kimmy?” Marley asked.
“Our evacuation team visited the street twice already, but the people are refusing to move.” Kimmy said.
“Then bring trucks to the street and demolish the houses! Destroy the worthless buildings and let’s see if they won’t move! That land is our next project, and it has to start soon!” Marley scolded, standing.
“I hear you, dad.” Kimmy nodded. “But Seraphina… what’s it gonna be about her? The girl I once poured scratching powder in her bra cannot suddenly rise like phoenix from the ashes, dad. I hate this.”
From Acosta’s seat, he’s listening silently, choosing not to contribute.
Kimmy’s phone rang, and she lifted the phone to sight an unknown number which made her curious.
She stepped away from the living room and picked the call.
“Who’s this?”
“Kimora Redd, aka, Kimmy.” The well-known voice sieved in.
Kimmy jerked, straightening as she quickly moved farther away from the penthouse to the elevator.
“Vincent?” She whispered.
“Knew your ears would recognize my voice. Of course it would, I’m your first boyfriend anyways. We dated so hard you sent me to pretend to love your sister and hurt her.” He sighed like he’s sitting on a dead body.
“Where the hell did you crawl out from? Thought you were dead!” Kimmy muttered, uncomfortable.
“Dead?” Vince grinned. “Kimora, i’m Death myself.”
“And where the hell are you?” Kimmy demanded, tensed.
“Not far from you.”
Kimmy frowned, suspicious.
“You didn’t buy Seraphina’s work, did you? No… No way, you never had the qualities to become rich!”
“Every member of the St. Graves family will always be familiar with insane wealth, bitch. We’re built like that, and even back then when I was disguising as a teacher at Juniper Highschool, I was already building my wealth, bit by bit. I own companies across the world slut, and even your parents would bow!”
“St. St… Graves?” Kimmy stuttered.
“To hell with Dawson, it’s St. Graves, baby.” He laughed. “Someone touched my sister, and I came to teach them a lesson. While teaching them, I’ll teach you too, Kimora. I’ll start by telling you that the stained skirt I gave you back then was stained with tonic, not her virginity blood. You sent me to hurt her, but in the process, I fell hard, and you can’t blame me cos despite the fact that y’all treated her poorly, she was still prettier and had a better body!” He spat.
“What!” Kimmy’s eyes widened.
“Yeah, and she motivated me to work harder, gather more money, more money, more, more money!!!!!!!!” He yelled crazily. “Cos I knew I’d be the one to take care of her later.”
“Vince…”
“Stay calm with your family, and I might spare you.” He said.
“Vincent!!” She screamed as the line went off. She sat on the elevator floor, eyes wide.
“Not possible….” She shook her head, crazily. “Not possible.”
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[Dean’s Estate]
Wedding bells are already ringing in the estate as Kelly brought in all of her friends to prepare with her for tomorrow the big day.
She looks the happiest alive.
She’s getting to the richest CEO in NYC tommorow.
Who wouldn’t be overjoyed?
She’ll become the First Lady of WIE too. Her joy was brimming, and she has refused to sit still.
Now she’s checking her dress out with her friends in her bedroom.
She kept taking pictures of it as if she’s not going to wear it tomorrow.
“As from tommorow, I’ll be Mrs. St. Graves, and the First Lady of the Empire!” She squealed.
“The BBL bitch might be trending today, but tommorow, you’ll clear all the trends and become the news as the latest NYC bride!” Her friends hailed, and they laughed out.
By the door, Dean stood, holding a wine glass as he listened to them with a thin smile on his lips.
Everything is going as planned. Everyone is thinking what he wants them to think.
But he’s curious too.
Who’s the 9.9 anonymous man at Seraphina’s auction?
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[Kindred Foster Home]
Uncle Will is only at the Memorial Estates from Sundays to Friday.
Saturdays like this, he spends it here at the Foster Home with the orphans.
Saint knew about this schedule, so he came here straight, wearing a suit which he hates so much.
He took off his helmet and barged into the office building. No guards to stop him till he pushed open the office door and entered.
Uncle Will was addressing some of the kids, but he sent them all away instantly as Saint came in.
“You need money?” Will pulled out his cheque. “How much?” He picked his pen, preparing to write.
“Oh, y’all spoil me too much,” Saint laughed. “Look at you thinking I came for money again, uncle.”
“You never come to see me in this Foster Home unless you need money, Saint.” Will scoffed. “Even if your accounts are full to the brim, your spoilt self will still want money.”
“Thanks for the compliment, Uncle.” Saint smiled. “But I raise the bar higher this time. I want the Memorial Estates, not money.” He went straight to the exact point.
Will dropped his pen, frowning.
“What are you talking about?”
“It’s hightime I took over the Memorial Estates, Uncle. Toby is busy with his business, Dean is busy too, and that punk is even getting married tommorow for the second time, so I want the Memorial Estates. You’ve managed it enough, and thank you for your hard work.”
Saint stood, tapping the table.
“I’ll take over on Monday as the CEO, goodbye. Geez, I need to take off this suit!” He complained.
His phone cried in his pocket, and when he saw Tino as the caller, he pocketed the phone back without picking the call.
“It’s my time to play hard to see, Valentino.” He hissed as he left.
Uncle Will reclined on his chair for a minute, then he leaned over.
Saint is a lazy ass who’d never want to take over the Estates of his own freewill unless he was ordered to do so. Who else but Tobias?
Tobias definitely ordered him.
Uncle Will’s fingers interlocked as he battled different thoughts in his mind, but his phone buzzed below.
He picked it up, swiping to see a message bold on screen…
Son: Missed me, Daddy?
Uncle Will’s brows clustered.
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[Tino’s Place]
Tino threw his phone at the wall after he called Saint for the third time and Saint didn’t pick his call.
The phone broke away.
He finally decided to give Saint a chance to apologize for spending more time with Bexley than him, but Saint choose to ignore his calls?
Tino’s hand was on his hot heat as he went to the freezer, grabbed a bottle of cold water and drank it all.
He squeezed the bottle, imagining it as Bexley. He squeezed till the bottle became an unrecognizable mess.
He threw it away.
“Tino?” A voice he doesn’t recognize called behind him, making him turn.
Xero stood by the door, smiling creepily, how deep his eyes squeezed, balls nearly sinking.
Tino’s countenance switched. “How did you enter? Who are you?”
Xero smiled wider, taking slow steps as if measuring his movements.
“Stop coming closer!” Tino picked an iced block from the freezer, ready to throw. “I just said who are you!!?”
“Haven’t you been curious about your father?” Xero stopped. “Valentino Hallows?”
Tino’s hand went down, creating room for curiousness.
“What do you mean?”
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[Tobias’s Oddsion – 7PM]
It’s been an eventful, bittersweet day full of ups and downs within few hours of flipping occurrences.
Seraphina didn’t leave the gym.
Even after she exhausted the bullets in her gun, she sat and backed the wall and just remained there.
The Odds left the gym for her.
She became suddenly popular today. She should be relishing on it and enjoying her fame, but she can’t even do that. She’s too muted to function.
With weak arm, she took her phone and went to the news again.
She’s still trending, even more than before. The night news all displayed her like a heroine on their outlets, but there’s another news she managed to fish out too.
News of an explosion.
Juniper Highschool and Juniper Cinema are both gone.
They were detonated to ruins by unknown bomber, and as she watched the burning buildings on screen, she stood slowly with wide, shocked eyes and racing mind.
They called it unknown bomber, but she knows who.
Who else but him?
It’s Tobias. His name is written all-over it.
She left the gym and did a little rigmarole before she found her way to the kitchen cellar where she took a wine bottle and opened it with a pop.
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[Slaughterhouse]
Even after bombing the two Juniper buildings to the ground, Tobias wasn’t satisfied.
His head stayed messy.
The system handlers are still on Vincent’s research. It’s going to take all night before they’ll get full notes on his privacy and public life.
He convinced himself he was ready to wait, but he’s not so sure anymore.
During his bombing, a street mole saw him. He brought the mole here to take out the rest of his anger on.
He stripped the man naked, poured permanent glue on the wall and gummed him to the wall like paper.
The man could only cry in agony as Tobias carved his body with a knife.
The lights is dim in the slaughterhouse, and under the bleakness, Tobias looked like a punisher, and the man a scapegoat.
He attached the knife to the man’s chest, cutting down slow, slow…
“You know the most interesting part of the chest?” He mumbled with empty, depraved eyes.
“It can take anything you do to it, so far you have packs of muscles to counter it…but you…you have no muscle, so it’ll hurt.”
With that, he sliced down at once.
“Agghhhhhhhhhh!!!!” The man screamed, not daring to move anyhow as his back is still gummed.
Any careless movement, his back skin will peel completely with the wall.
“Please….” He begged as his blood flushed down his chest, flooding to his legs and feet. “Please!!!! I’ll leave with my mouth tightly closed and will not tell anyone you did the bombing!! I swear with my life!!! I swear with my life sir! Please!!!!!”
“That’d have been enticing if your life is still yours, but it’s not yours anymore…. unfortunately.” Tobias stated icily, sinking the knife down between the man’s chest.
He immediately removed the blade and stabbed him again.
“Ahhhh!!! Ahhh!!!! Ahhhhh!!!!!” The man’s cries rolled away, walls echoing with his limitless pains.
“When I was in elementary school,” Tobias started. “A senior called Vincent formed a gang with my twin brother Dean. I was in the school pool, swimming. They poured poison in the pool while I was inside, and I nearly lost my eyes. I got home and went to the graveyard and told the butterflies and spiders who were my only friends. They told me I must never let it go, and I listened.”
“The next day during lunch period in school, I tripped one of them, and his face entered the pot of hot broth soup. He lost his sight. The second one was an aspiring goalkeeper, so I crushed his hands with an hammer in the dark storeroom of the school. Third one was Vince himself. I slammed nails into his knees, and Dean? I gave Dean the biggest punishment, but he hasn’t even started feeling it. Very soon, he’ll feel what I did.” Tobias laughed.
He stabbed the man’s chest again.
“Please…. I’ll do whatever you want!!!!!! Arhhh…. I’ll do whatever you want me to do….don’t kill me!!! Please stop!!!!”
“You should be thankful, only few people get to hear my stories before dying. Are you enjoying it?” Tobias smiled with bloodstained face.
“Please stop…. please stop!!!!!” The man cried for pity.
Tobias inserted the knife into his throat, slicing out the spleen.
The man opened his mouth to scream, but he could only gasp.
“Don’t worry, you can still live without your spleen.” Tobias gave him a little pat. “I’ll return to finish our story, soon.”
He left the knife in his neck and walked out of the slaughterhouse.
Getting out, he took an hanky from an Odd to wipe his bloody face before he returned to the Oddsion.
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[10 PM – Bedroom]
Seraphina has been sitting in front of the bedroom for three hours now.
She brought a chair from the tennis room and placed it in front of the bedroom and sat, downing wine.
She knew Tobias was already inside before she came here to sit, so she waited, drinking wine directly from the bottle in large gulps while staring drowsily at the door..
Throughout her sitting here, no Odd has entered the room.
When they need something, they stay by the door, and Grimm brings it to them with it’s mouth.
Grimm is in the room with him.
Seraphina leaned forward, elbows on her knees as her eyes turned drowsier. She kept drinking the wine.
She took her phone, drunkenly clicked on his line and began writing a text to him…
Seraphina: Fine, I was stupid to make a blood oath, but falling for him? I’m blameless. That was just me being being naive. I was….. just…
She pressed delete and wiped the message, deciding to not send anything. She drank the remaining wine in her bottle and stood.
She dropped the bottle and walked to the door, raising her knuckles to knock, but she changed her mind too.
She lowered her hand and began walking back to the chair, only for her eyes to get blurry.
The wine got the best of her, and she went down, fast.
But she didn’t land on the floor. She landed inside big safe arms which cupped her up swiftly.
She was already asleep.
Tobias lowered his lashes, staring droopily at her in his arms.
He clenched his jaws, hard.
His fingers shifted her hair away from her face, sliding the strands behind her ear with intentional, careful gentility.
“Foolish girl. I hate how mad I get when you cry.” He whispered.
TBC
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