Wicked God - S01 E08

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Wicked God - S01 E08

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[Enigma House – El Crow’s Suite]

At 7pm, El Crow was preparing to go night camping like his habit.

He was packing his stuff into the duffel bag, and at the same time, he glanced at the picture on the wall.

A black and white framed picture of a male, and each glance seemed to get deeper than the last.

He threw the last piece of scaffolding rope in the duffel before straightening, eyes darkening like rain clouds as he stopped glancing and went to full-on staring.

He stared so deep one would think he was communicating with the picture.

His solitude was broken when Castle and Blade came in though.

“I don’t remember calling for backup in this room.” He groaned.

“Your sharp-tongue will never be something to get used to.” Blade rolled his eyes, leaning on the wall.

“You still haven’t brought your bed down?” Castle scoffed, staring at the floating bed. “Till when?”

“Why are you both here?” El Crow turned with an unfriendly glare. “Sure you didn’t journey here to talk about my floating bed.”

“The slim whore you fucked earlier, she’s dead.” Blade said.

“And?” El Crow sounded indifferent.

“Dude, she was on her way home after you fuvked her, but she suddenly just stopped breathing inside the taxi. No sickness or coughs or pants or high temperature. She just freaking dropped dead.” Castle frowned as he explained.

“I’m sorry if I look like a morgue staff,” El Crow sneered. “Are you saying my dick kills people now?”

“You’re so fucking hopeless, Crow.” Blade shifted away from the wall. “Did the After-Death Established sucked away your remaining emotions? Someone died!”

This time, El Crow ignored them completely. He turned back to his duffel and began zipping.

Blade and Castle exchanged frustrated glances.

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[Lovato’s Suite]

Lovato shut the main door gently, using her card for the extra lock before she stepped out in her biker shorts and cropped singlet.

Surprisingly, she met Bishop waiting by the door already.

“Going for warmups?” He gave her a slanted smile.

“Bishop?” She smiled back. “Yeah, i might not be entering the ring tomorrow, but who knows when Boss Arturo would tell the Matchmaker to put me in the ring again?”

“You’re doing pretty well already, Lovato.” Bishop assured. “Last time you entered the ring with Roy from Dread House, you beat his ass.”

“My next target is Roselle.” Lovato demonstrated by punching the air. “Next time I enter the ring, it must be with Roselle. I can’t stand that smelly thing with a fishy odor p”ssy.”

“How did you know her p”ssy smells fishy?” Bishop laughed.

“Words on the street.” Lovato shrugged. “I follow the news.”

“Of course,” Bishop laughed again, inserting a yellow hairpin in her hair.

She stopped, touched it, and swallowed air. “The newest hairpin at the elite store in this street!?”

“You like it?” Bishop asked, praying in his mind for her to like it.

“Of course!” She beamed. “I was already planning to get it. Thank you, Bishop. You and Kent are the only ones that spoil me with gifts in this place, but Senior Castle and Blade and El Crow? They’re just somehow.”

“I heard someone call my name!” Kent appeared cheerfully.

“Speak of the devil.” Lovato giggled.

“I heard you saying Blade and Senior Castle and Blade Crow are somehow…” Kent blinked.

“Yeah, especially Senior Castle, he’s always with Boss Arturo, never spending time with us. But El Crow is even worse than Senior Castle. At least, Senior Castle and Blade are caring, but El Crow? He only cares about his cookies and that car of his as if they’re living things. He should have been created as a giant anaconda or black mamba…”

At this point, she looked around to see Kent and Bishop staring at her with interested smiles.

“You both think I’m nitpicking too much?” She muttered.

“No.” Bishop fingered her strands, admiring the hairpin in it. “You’re cute when you’re yapping.”

“Yapping?” She pushed his hand away with a scowl.

“Yeah, yapping.” Kent supported.

“Stay away from me, you both!” Lovato pointed at them and rushed down the staircase.

“Did you see the bettors list for tommorow’s night yet?” Kent asked Bishop quickly.

“No.” Bishop frowned.

“Those who bet on Skylar are more than El Crow for the first time. I think Satan pulled a string. Now if Skylar wins tommorow, Team Dread would take over the streets.” Kent informed.

“What!”

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[Next Day – Dusk]

It’s the last hour of dusk.

6PM on the dot.

Dreads and Enigmas were already trooping out of their respective houses, heading to the fighting ring in heavy groups, ready for tonight.

The Enigmas wore the customized Enigma vest that has TEAM ENIGMA written boldly at the back.

Maroon color.

Same as the Dreads. They wore their brown team vests with TEAM DREAD boldly at the back.

Roselle stood in front of Dread House with Roy beside her, and Dreads rushed past them down the stairs.

“And suddenly, Roy and Roselle became best friends.” Rosita sounded behind them, making them twirl.

Rosita stood with her vape to her mouth, smokes swimming angrily in front of her face.

“I still can’t believe we’re twin sisters.” Roselle commented. “It’s worse that we have the same face and even more annoying that our hair color is the only difference.”

“Calm down, I’m not here to be a bitch again,” Rosita came close. “I totally enjoyed last night’s show. Renee and Quincy? First time I saw a brother eat her sister’s p””sy. Still can’t get the memory off my skull.”

“You don’t get to witness that for free.” Roy chirped in.

Rosita’s palm flew to his face, landing him a resounding slap.

Roy’s hair scattered.

“Remember,” Rosita smirked. “Roselle is the one you get to talk to. She’s your buddy, not me.”

“That didn’t mean you get to slap him!” Roselle yelled.

“You’re Satan’s daughter, you get to throw your weight around, and I am Satan’s daughter too! Don’t let my little praise about how I enjoyed the show get into your head!” Rosita spat.

And that same moment, El Crow came out of Enigma House with all of his gang behind him except Castle who’s with Boss Arturo again.

Roselle turned, and when she sighted him, it felt like it was her first time seeing him. Her heart a picked race.

She grabbed her chest, clutching it. This wasn’t the painful kind of heartbeats. It was the abnormally fast ones which made her mind spin.

She saw him in a new light. He became even hotter. His tattoos grew darker and sexier. Everything became heightened. Despite their distance, she smelled him.

His scent.

She smelled it madly.

It filled her lungs, flesh, and it corroded her brains.

Her heartbeats came faster.

As El Crow walked, he felt the same. The fast heartbeats. The crazy race in his chest. The seeing her in a new light. Her beauty. Charms, and her scent. He could smell her.

He could fuckin smell her.

He wanted to clutch his chest too, but he managed it till he got to his car.

His gang entered with him.

“You ok?” Blade asked.

“Never been more ok.” El Crow answered, driving them away.

“You good?” Roy asked Roselle.

“Of course.” She breathed in.

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[Underground Ring]

The ring was located in an abandoned brick warehouse of Bourbon street, hidden behind a rusted loading dock.

The fights took place two floors underground where roar of the crowd never reached the streets above.

And tonight, the roar was more than ever before, majorly because the two rivals who’d be in the ring were the same people who got in an accident three days ago and were rumoured to be in coma only for them to wake up when no one least expected.

Skylar Vox and El Crow.

Every spot in the underground was already filled before 7.

Everyone’s on standby.

Matchmakers, Book markers, medics, bettors, announcers and spectators.

Then the Dread and Enigma team members who took their positions on each side of the empty ring.

Closest to the ring, there’s a black chair with a muslin curtain surrounding it.

The person sitting inside would see the fight going on in the ring, but the crowd would never see who’s inside.

The only visible thing was the shadow of the person, and even the shadow spoke volumes about him.

He’s definitely a person of power—the special guest tonight.

The roar of the crowd grew again.

“Skylar owns the night!!”

“It’s El Crow!!”

“El Crow for life!!”

“Skylar for eternity!!”

The Bosses entered from each side.

Satan with Midnight behind her.

Arturo with Castle behind.

Immediately they took their seats on their appropriate chairs, the Announcer called in tonight’s fighter from each team, and the crowd screams swelled again.

El Crow came in freely, ready in his red shorts only. No shirt.

Skylar enter with her handcuffs from the Asylum, but an Army unlocked the cuffs before she stepped in and ring. She wasn’t even allowed to change into her singlet, bandana, and short leggings. She’ll have to fight fully clothed for the first time.

She entered the ring at the same time as El Crow, and as they stood on different sides of the ring with the announcer between them, their eyes traded darkness with darkness.

Skylar still felt crushed by the cold, but thanks to the information from Quincy, standing by the iced wall lessened the cold, but now she’s not so sure what to predict.

For the first time again, prediction became hard for her.

She could only wait for the results of this fight by herself.

The whistle blew for the start for the fight, and the crowd went silent.

No rules.

The fight would end with a winner whenever any of them fell on the ground for one minute straight without standing.

They came for each other, and for one long minute, it was series throw and dodge.

Skylar’s punches flew past El Crow’s head like poorly launched bombs, had El Crow’s blows flew past her face too like punctured balloons.

They kept going round in circles, leaving the crowd in suspense.

Arturo’s fingers kept drumming on top of his armrest, and Satan’s eyes kept twitching with uncertainty.

The special guest inside the curtain looked bored too.

One could tell by the form his shadow took behind the curtain.

“What’s going on?” Lovato wondered from the Enigmas side.

“I wonder too.” Kent muttered.

Blade and Bishop were quiet.

At the Dreads side, Quincy and Renee weren’t in attendance. Roselle was chewing on her nails anxiously.

Rosita looked too calm, and Roy’s attention was all on Roselle.

Then, at the third minute, it started. The rivals stopped dodging and playing. Seriousness set in.

Skylar slid down with the flight of a perching vulture, and her elbows tackled El Crow’s ankles, sending him forward in a stagger, but he came back with a more brutal stagger and intentionally fell on her.

His palm locked around her wrist, but before he could snap the wrist bone in two, Skylar used her barefoot on his back, stabbing him with her sharp toenails. Blood gushed out of his back, but he retaliated with a crash of his elbow to her tummy.

Skylar’s body swept the ring ground, rolling aside to the thick elastic barricades strings which swung her back to the center.

Before El Crow could slam her head to the black ground, she got up and slammed a punch to the middle of his legs—his cóvk.

The pain went straight to his brain, running him crazy. He didn’t slow though. The craziness fueled his next punch to her face, and she staggered, but he didn’t stop after that.

His punches kept coming like unwrapped gifts, slamming her face repeatedly till her nose and mouth bled into each other.

Seeing her blood, his head tingled with unhinged excitement, and he slammed another round of killer punches to her bloody face.

By now, the underground was already roaring with the scream of El Crow’s name from the whole crowd.

Arturo and Castle were smiling, but Satan and Midnight looked locked.

El Crow’s punch crashed into Skylar’s face again, and she bursted into a sudden laughter which made the smug look on El Crow’s face vanish.

“You’re so fucking funny, Chucky doll.” Her laughter became eerie.

She turning things around when she plucked off the barricade string with a pull so perfect.

Everyone on their seats stood, and the cheers stopped when she wrapped the rope around El Crow’s neck, using the leash to swing him away from the ring completely.

El Crow landed in the middle of the crowd, far from the ring.

Eyes widened.

How was Skylar able to pull off that rope? No human being would be able to pull those heavy strings.

But their shock was only just starting as El Crow jumped from that ground, back into the ring.

He didn’t walk.

He didn’t leap.

He jumped over the tall barricades and landed in the ring with a force that’s not ordinary.

Skylar’s kick met his face, and her body went round, arm circling his neck and slamming his head against the corner metal of the ring.

El Crow’s blood dripped.

“That bitch.” Roselle muttered.

Now, the special guest looked so much entertained in the curtain. His shadow showed how he was now sipping from a glass of wine.

Satan glanced at the curtain, seeing he’s enjoying himself, she looked away satisfactorily cos this special guest staked the highest amount on Skylar’s performance tonight.

El Crow wriggled free from Skylar finally, grinning with a bloody face before going for Skylar.

Skylar came at him with a nod, but he dissolved it, landing her a punch to the side of her neck, another one to the back of her neck, and the third one to her throat in the front.

Skylar spat hot blood to his face.

El Crow darted his big tongue out to lick some of her blood on his face, laughing spookily. “Your blood is sweet, Skylar. Did you know?”

He licked again.

With sporadic force, Skylar came for him with a sharp knuckle ring aimed towards his Adam’s apple for the finishing move, but before she could get to use the sharp ring, her chest caught unquenchable fire.

Her heart quaked mercilessly under her ribcage with the unbearable pain, weakening her.

El Crow didn’t wait.

He grabbed her left shoulder.

Almost immediately, a sickening, cracking sound erupted…

From her shoulder.

He broke it.

He broke her shoulder.