Wicked God - S01 E04

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Wicked God - S01 E04

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[Dread House]

Skylar’s taxi touched down in front of the building at midnight.

She didn’t have to pay the driver. It’s one of the Team taxis, driven by a guard of the house.

She didn’t shut the door too, and despite the fact that she had no umbrella, she walked slowly into the building, allowing the rain to drench her before she arrived under the cover of the front balcony.

“Skylar?” The first female Dread she met at the balcony echoed.

“The fuck? Skylar?”

“Wasn’t she in coma?”

More Dreads swooned out of the building, both males and females, and in a minute, the balcony became so full they had to push each other to make way for Skylar’s legs.

The disappointed looks of those planning to take her place was so obvious, especially Roy.

He stood in the middle of the crowd, right hand holding a lighter shaped like a gun which he kept turning on and off as his eyes bored into Skylar.

“Was she even originally in coma?”

“How’s she awake?”

Quincy and Renee broke into the crowd suddenly.

“Roselle is awake too according to the information we got from Boss Satan!” Renee announced.

“What!?”

“Now tonight is about to get shitty."

“The two enemies are awake?”

That news made Roy stop pressing his lighter off and on.

“Roselle is awake?” He muttered.

“How does it feel to know no one wants you here despite being the strongest fighter here, Skylar?” Renee chirped hatefully.

Quincy pulled her back and stepped to the front instead.

“Welcome back, Long Legs.” He smiled.

In a whim, Skylar sent a strong punch to his face, and the crows shrieked as Quincy staggered back, bleeding.

“Insane whore!!” Renee screamed, attempting to attack Skylar, but Quincy quickly pulled her back.

With her cutting glare still intact, Skylar entered the building.

Roy entered too.

While the other Dreads laughed at Quincy, Renee hissed. “Told you! She’s not worth being kind to!”

Quincy got up, wiping blood from his nose with a sniffle.

“She wouldn’t have punched me if I hadn’t called her Long Legs that she hates.” He grinned.

“But her legs are long!” Renee hissed again. “That hypocrite!”

A Dread ran into the busy balcony, knocking a few people out of his way till he got to the middle.

“El Crow is dead! News from the streets! Even Boss Satan confirmed it, and Enigmas are currently grieving. El Crow is dead!” He shouted.

“Yes!!” Renee shouted, jumping as the other Dreads began celebrating too.

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Skylar’s hands stayed in the front pockets of her joggers as she climbed the flight of stairs that led to her personal Suite.

Yeah, Suite.

Top Tier Dreads like her and Roy and the twins…they live in their personal Suites inside this huge building.

Middle Tier like Quincy and Renee live in one rooms.

Low Tier Dreads live in the storerooms where they battle with insects and mosquitoes all night.

Tiers work best in this place.

Skylar’s Suite is located on the second staircase, and she was already getting her phone out of her pocket as she finished climbing the stairs.

She opened the lock app on her phone and clicked UNLOCK.

Her suite door clicked open.

She stepped into her own world which smells like herself.

Her own presence wrapped around her slowly, peeling off the odd stench of Ayana’s house and the foreign aftertaste of Aftermoor.

She stopped in her living room, dropping her arms by her sides as she thought of how she drove the knife into El Crow’s heart.

She’d do anything to experience that feeling again. She let a smug smirk round her lips as she walked towards her ice freezer to take a iced wine.

Immediately she opened the freezer, she received a visitor.

Rosita.

With her arms crossed, she backed the wall, one leg up.

“To what do I owe this unpleasant visit?” Skylar said without even looking up as she opened the wine.

“Always lock your door. Who knows when a stray cat might sneak in.” Rosita mused mysteriously.

“That’s too bad,” Skylar looked up with only an eye. “I love leaving my door open so stray cats like you can enter and get wounded….or die.”

She threw the wine bottle at Rosita with a otherworldly precision, but Rosita only went down a bit.

The bottle met the wall, shattering to pieces and spilling wine and ice all-over the brown walls and rug.

“Not every stray cat is spineless, Skylar.” Rosita lifted her brows.

And that instant, Roselle rushed inside in her usual impatient manner. She stepped over pieces of bottle on the floor and ran to Skylar.

Her weight knocked Skylar heavily to the back, and Skylar’s body crashed to the wall behind.

“Slut!!!!!!” Roselle roared, redness dominating her face.

Not the eyes. The face.

She looked peppered.

Behind them, Rosita still stood close to the wall, watching them with full attention. She’s enjoying this.

“It’s interesting to watch you crash out because of El Crow,” Skylar’s smirk deepened. “What do you think Boss Satan would say when she learns that her daughter is head over heels in love with an Enigma?”

Roselle’s jaw clicked, and Skylar leaned in closer, whispering…

“I bet you’ve been dreaming of being one of the sluts he fucks by his window daily. I bet your pussy becomes a lake only by hearing his voice, but too bad, Roselle. I killed your pussy wetness. He’s gone.”

Roselle let go of her, lifting her hand and uncurling her palm, but before the slap could get to Skylar, Skylar caught Roselle’s wrist.

“You might be the daughter of my Boss, but I earned my Top Tier position, and nothing gives you the right to lay hands on me when you know you can’t survive without me! Touch me, and I’ll drain your blood!” She snapped, pushing Roselle.

Roselle dangled away, but she tried to come back for Skylar, and that was when Rosita stepped in.

She pushed Roselle by the shoulder, and Roselle’s jaws clicked again.

“You’re my sister, why the fuck are you never on my side!”

“Why would I be on your side only because we’re sisters?” Rosita blinked slowly, innocently. “Skylar is a better bitch than you are, for life.”

“I hate you!!!!” Roselle screamed at Rosita’s face, then she faced Skylar.

“I hate you more!!!!!” She yelled at Skylar’s face too. “This is only the beginning of this war.”

Roy came in, blank.

“Roselle, Boss Satan orders for your presence in her office.” He reported.

Roselle stormed out of the Suite, and Roy gave Skylar a torrid stare before leaving the Suite too.

Skylar grabbed Rosita by the front of her shirt, slamming her to the door.

“Wretch! Don’t think I don’t know what you’re trying to do!”

“I know you know what I’m trying to do, and that’s exactly why I’m doing it.” Rosita blinked innocently again.

“Roselle hates whoever I support, so the more I pretend to support you, the more her hatred for you increases, and the more her hatred for you increases, the more you both will clash and give me entertainment, I’ll be less bored.” She whispered.

Skylar let her go, and a depraved smile formed on her lips, slowly.

“You think you’re smart, Rosita, but never forget, I’m the top fighter here for a reason.” She whispered, taking two steps away before turning around to face Rosita again.

“Roselle was right. The war is only just beginning in this Team.”

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[Enigma House]

Grief ate deep into the house like termites on a anthill. Immediately the news of El Crow’s death landed an hour ago, it has been darker here.

At 1 AM, no one dared to sleep as if they’re scared his spirit would haunt their sleeps.

The balcony is full, hallways are full, even the rooftop.

No one’s drinking or playing loud jazz music or fucking pussies.

Everyone’s in mourning mood like they just lost the most important member of their Team.

“Just like that?”

“Didn’t they say he was in coma?”

“That bitch Skylar survived it. The second bitch Roselle also survived it according to news from Dread House, so why the hell did El Crow die?”

“Our lunatic can’t be dead.”

“I refuse to believe this makes sense.”

Words floated around intermittently, and grief was slowly becoming sorrow for everyone.

Bishop is in Blade’s suite, both trying hard to not shed tears as the news of El death crushed them continuously.

Castle came in, composed, but when he saw them grieving, he sniffled.

“I was with Boss Arturo when the news came like bullet, and I still can’t believe it.” He shook his head.

“Senior Castle, can you please not cry?” Bishop looked up.

“We’re trying not to cry here.”

Castle nodded, sitting. He’s the oldest Enigma who’s like Arturo’s Underboss, so they attach senior to his name most times.

“Why was El Crow even in the bus?” Blade stood, lamenting.

Two other people ran inside the Suite, both already crying.

“Kent? Lovato?” Where the hell have you both been?!” Bishop stood. “You both wouldn’t even pick your phone!”

“We were at warmups when we slept off on the soft sofa, only to wake and hear the news of Crow’s death! Please tell me it’s untrue!” Lovato shouted.

She’s the youngest and strongest female Enigma.

They treat her like their kid sister.

“Something has to be done,” Kent sniffled. “I mean… we’re in New Orleans, French Quarters, there should be witches who can wake him! El Crow can’t just die!”

“He’s really dead?” Lovato dropped on the chair, devastated.

She began crying so hard she choked on her tears. She coughed out.

“Calm down!” Blade rubbed her back.

Bishop and Castle went to the dinning and returned with cups of water.

“Thank you, Senior Castle.” Lovato took Castle’s cup, drinking from it.

Bishop lowered his hand.

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[Daybreak]

Morning didn’t feel like the other mornings in this city. The news of El Crow’s death shook everywhere.

Who wouldn’t know him? Not knowing him means you live under some massive rock.

He’s most popular among his Teammates and rival team in fighting rings across New Orleans. He’s more popular in the business world as Arturo’s son, and most popular among ladies for his stamina.

Once, he broke a lady’s hips while doing it. Once, his length tore a lady’s cunt and it had to be stitched back.

His death was a shockwave that’d never leave the city sane, but in the midst of the sorrow, Team Dread were rejoicing so hard.

They were so petty about it that they hung a LED banner sign on top of their building that read…

THE STITCHMOUTH IS GONE TOO SOON, BUT HE’S DOING THE WORLD A FAVOR WITH HIS ABSENCE.

The banner kept rolling and rolling, never stopping. Dreads climbed the rooftop of their building, drinking with joy. They filled their front balcony, blasting music too, disturbing the peace of the street.

From the Enigma House, Arturo emerged in his black suit and grieving face of a man mourning his only son. Castle is behind him, sporting black shirt and pants.

As they approached the car, Satan and Midnight emerged from Dread House too. Their paths nearly crossed, but the boundary between the two houses kept them apart.

They faced each other at each side of the red boundary line.

“You look good in the black suit without your name on your shoulder, Arturo.” Satan said, mockery obvious.

“I’d love to invite you to my son’s funeral, but as you know, he has always hated the smell of older women close to their graves.” Arturo muttered, tone clipped.

“Close to the grave?” Satan’s eyes remained devilishly calm. “Look who’s close to the grave now, Arturo. Obviously your only son. Let’s see who you’re bringing to the ring in the next fight. I’m looking forward.”

And that statement was followed by the mad zooming in of a familiar car.

The ground was still wet from yesterday’s rain, so the car tires left deep prints as it drove past the rough driveway like a boundless tool.

A huge black Brabus G700.

EL CROW was written boldly on the number plate of the car with glittering silver shines.

Only one person drove that car in this city, and he’s dead.

Impossible.

Unless it’s his ghost driving.

Enigmas rushed out of Enigma House to witness what was happening, and when Lovato saw the car, she gasped.

“Wait…. El Crow’s treasured car?”

“How’s that car here?” Bishop frowned slightly.

“Who’s driving it?” Kent said.

“I’m confused,” Blade added.

The other Enigmas murmured too, saying different confusing sentences as the car drove round and round on a spot in front of the building.

At Dread House, Dreads were watching surprisingly too. Their jubilation has been paused. Even those at the rooftop came to the edge to see what would occur.

Skylar forced her way into the crowd of Dreads so she’s in the front.

Quincy and Renee stood behind her, then the twins and Roy.

Skylar’s brain ticked as she watched the car that’s currently stopping.

The headlights went off, and the engines died, then the door opened with a very rough flip.

He stepped out to everyone’s face like a representative of karma.

As usual, his single unlit matchstick sat between his lips. He’s completely shirtless, covered only by his loose jean which hung low on his waist, carving out the tempting V-line.

He rested on his car, sticking out his whole long tongue at Satan, and his two middle fingers at Skylar.

Team Enigma went crazy with deadly screams, and the morning twisted as chaos broke in New Orleans.

TBC.