Wicked God - S01 E07

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Wicked God - S01 E07

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 7

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The Asylum felt like a world apart. A world where you have to measure your breathings as too much of it could thin your lifespan. A world where too much stalling could tear your flesh apart. A dark, cold world of aloneness and blueness.

A small bed frame sat by the corner with no bed on top of it. Just the spirals in the middle and the four metal stands on the floor.

The wall bricks looked smaller than the other walls of this house, and the bricks itself were sweating coldly with the ice embedded in them.

The ceilings were ice too, and the floors another carpet of dry ice.

The small window stayed open, facing the sky.

Skylar stood close to it, staring at the sky—at the birds flying across.

Small, melodious birds. Five of them have flown past now. The sixth one would soon flap it’s wings across.

She blinked once.

The sixth bird never came. Maybe because darkness was starting to swallow the day. Nighttime was starting to drift in.

Her eyes peeled away from the sky eventually, and she got her phone out of her pocket.

It wouldn’t even come on.

Dreads who had been thrown here before often said this place was an exile where electronics didn’t work.

It was programmed that way.

She heard about the ice too, that’s why she swallowed those pills from the secret unlabelled bottle on her room earlier. Those pills should be able to fight the cold from getting too deep into her till midnight.

She moved away from the window, walking to the empty bedframe.

She sat on the spirals, but she got up immediately.

It was complete ice now.

The spirals have gotten iced up too, influenced by the room state.

As she stared at the spirals, her palm went to her chest. The heartache had already stopped, but it’s a no-brainer that it’d soon return.

“Failure to kill your opponent completely means everlasting heartache for you when you wake up in the human world.”

Those were Inferno’s words in Aftermoor, and she completely forgot till she felt the brutal heartache earlier by the hallway door.

Now she understood why El Crow layed low at Aftermoor and didn’t make any move to fight back when she was stabbing him.

He was letting her take all the curse. She was the only one who tried to kill him—the only one who used her dagger to stab him and the one who failed to kill him completely.

The heartache is hers.

She knew the ugly stitchmouth was not to be underestimated, but having his heart on the left?

That was a new level.

Tommorow in the ring, she has to kill him no matter what.

But what if her heartache flared up again and made her lose?

That thought made her kick the bedframe.

The four metal stands slid back, taking the frame to the wall where it violently shattered ice on the floor.

Skylar’s fists rounded, and veins grew around her knuckles.

That can’t happen.

Tommorow, she has to bring him down. She won’t lose.

She brought her phone out again, but it still wouldn’t come on.

And it was at this time she felt the cold creeping under her flesh.

Maybe her pills wouldn’t sustain her till midnight after all.

When she breathed out, her breaths was nearly colder than the room.

“Fuck!” She cussed, taking off her jacket and plugging her nose with it.

Even the jacket felt too cold.

She was still trying to manage the coldness when she saw a small paper sliding in under the small metal door.

Cautiously, she walked there and picked the note up. Written on a yellow paper with a pencil…

• Stay close to any of the four ice walls. The ice is programmed to be less colder when you stay close to it, trust me. I’ve been there before.

Skylar read the note two times. She might not relate with anyone in this team, but she knew everyone and their personalities and what they could do and couldn’t do. She knew every handwriting and voice.

And she immediately recognized the owner of this handwriting.

She cut the paper in two and shoved each of it into her nose to block the iced air, then she wore her jacket back. She went to the first iced wall and stood against it, firmly.

Truly, the cold subsided.

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[Dread House – Middle Tier]

This part of the house wasn’t as luxurious as the Top Tier floor where everyone had their privacies.

Here, privacy was nowhere.

The only thing separating them was their one rooms. They have three bathrooms which they all shared at the end of the hall.

Quincy climbed the staircase and picked his room keys out of his pocket as he walked to his room, ready to crash to bed and retire for the day, but getting to his doorstep, he met Roy and Roselle waiting.

One by the side and one by the left like fallen angels ready to execute him. Only the looks in their eyes made him retract one step.

“Where are you coming from?” Roy whispered coldly.

“I didn’t know we now have to report our daily outings to you.” Quincy scoffed boldly.

Roy gave him a rotten smile, and Roselle took over with her arms crossed over her chest.

“Where were you, Quincy?”

Quincy bit himself on the inner cheek, hesitating before talking…

“Warmups…”

“No one in this Tier saw you at warmups, Quincy.” Roy glared. “Now, where the fuck are you coming from? Your punishment lessens if you say the truth now!” He shouted.

The next room door opened, and Renee peeped out.

Seeing what was going on, she rushed out fast, joining.

“Quincy, what’s going on!?”

“Oh the sister is here. Maybe you can persuade your brother to say the truth and set himself free.” Roselle leaned on the door.

“I don’t know what you want me to say!” Roy snapped.

“You bribed the Armies guarding the Asylum gate, and they let you in. You went in and sent a note to Skylar!” Roy broke the ice angrily.

Quincy’s eyes widened.

“You really thought you’d do anything in this building and I won’t know about it?” Roselle laughed.

“Quincy, you…you did what?” Renee’s mouth formed a circle.

“Skylar is a friend. What’s so wrong in sending her a note?” Quincy retorted, and that was answered by a painfully sharp sound as Roy sent his fist to Quincy’s jaw.

“Stopp!” Renee gasped, lunging at Roy for retaliation.

Quincy also quickly gained his composure and went for Roselle, but it didn’t end well for the siblings.

Renee’s elbow missed Roy by an inch, and Roy took that elbow, slammed it on the wall and brought Renee down.

Quincy’s blow flew past Roselle without meeting her. Roselle dragged the blow back and attached her teeth to Quincy’s knuckles, pulling.

Quincy’s flesh tore into Roselle’s teeth, and screams erupted from Dreads around them as Quincy’s blood flowed from Roselle’s teeth.

Renee’s mouth couldn’t close.

“Quincy!!”

Roselle spat Quincy’s flesh from her teeth to the floor, but her teeth was still so bloody as she laughed out crazily, facing Roy who’s staring at her with great mystification.

“This is fun.” She grinned.

“Told you it’d be.” He grinned back.

Quincy held his bleeding knuckles, yelling out in pains. Renee quickly took off her beanie cap and covered the bleeding wound with it.

“Armies!” Roselle hollered.

Two of them climbed up the staircase.

Each of them grabbed Renee and Quincy respectively.

“Where the hell are you taking us?” Renee requested, skittish.

“Mother ordered me to give you any punishment I dim fit, and I’m going to do just that.” Roselle smiled thinly.

“Move!” Roy ordered.

The Armies dragged the siblings down the staircase, following the lead of Roselle and Roy.

No help came.

No one even pretended to see them.

Whenever Roselle or Rosita misused their authorities like this, no one talked or dared to.

The cleaning woman walked past them at the corridor, but she could only hear and not see.

She focused on her path

Renee and Quincy were plunged down inside M Sector, and Renee scrambled to her knees quickly.

She rubbed her palms together.

“Please, forgive my brother, and forgive me for trying to fight for him! That’ll never happen again!”

“You really thought you both rookies could take us?” Roy chuckled, getting his gun-shaped lighter out.

He was flicking as he sat on a table.

“Even in twenty years to come, you both will never match up to me or Roselle or even Rosita! If you both could do it, then you’d have left Middle Tiers long ago! Trying to go against us is just death wish.”

“We’re sorry!” Renee continued rubbing her palms together, faster and more desperate. “I know we made a mistake and—”

“You,” Roselle cut in, facing Quincy. “Are you in love with Skylar or something? Sending her a note? What was in the note?”

“It’s none of your business!” Quincy shot with disgust.

“Quincy!” Renee cautioned her brother.

Roselle blinked, then looked at Roy, and they both cracked a deep jestful laughter which made the Sector shake by the walls.

When the laughter stopped, Roselle picked her phone and dialled her mother’s hotline.

“Mother, are you sure I get to give them any punishment I desire?” She asked, blowing air from her mouth to her nails. “Cos now they’re both threatening to cut me to pieces, saying I don’t matter.”

“We never said that!!” Quince shot up, but a kick from Roy brought him back to his knees.

“Shhh,” Roy placed a finger on his lips warningly.

“Anything you wish.” Satan said simply and the call ended.

Roselle faced the siblings.

Her chin was still wet with Quincy’s blood. She looked like a serial killer preparing for her next kill.

“If you’re wearing a panty, Renee..lower it right now or tear it away.” She sighed.

“What are you saying?” Renee’s mind jumped off.

Ignoring her, Roselle faced Quincy.

“Quincy Adams, I want you to eat your sister’s pv”sy right here, and now. You can’t stop till she cums in your mouth.” She smiled.

Both Quincy and Renee felt their lungs twisting. They faced each other, then jointly, they screamed out…

“No!!”

“I wish El Crow were here to see what’s about to happen… He’d like it as much as I’d do.” Roselle uttered.

“You said?” Roy asked, not catching what she said.

“Nothing.” She scoffed.

By the top bars of the Sector, Rosita leaned, watching.

She had been here even before Roselle and Roy brought the siblings, and it’s funny how entertainment always found her whenever she was.

She was vaping hotly with a cruel smile on her lips as she awaited what’s going to happen next.

But she didn’t have to wait long as Roy forcefully tore away Renee’s floral panty, threatening to shove a blade into her core if Quincy wouldn’t cooperate and eat.

With tears in his eyes, Quincy went low between her sister’s legs.

He began eating.

“Moan, bitch. Moan!” Roselle slapped Renee in the face.

Roy chuckled harder.

On the top bars, Rosita relaxed.

No Broadway show could beat this particular show in front of her.

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