Wicked God - S01 E22

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Wicked God - S01 E22

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 22

By the punching bag, Blade decided to finally have a rest for himself.

He lowered his arms.

Sweat was flushing down his skin as he retrieved his phone with shaky, weary, spent breaths.

Before he could start scrolling, the phone was snatched from him.

He looked up to see El Crow, glaring like a pissed monarch.

“Get back to trainings, now,” El Crow ordered blankly.

“Yes, Boss.” Blade smiled, getting back to the training dummie.

Castle came to stand beside El Crow, and they both watched Blade’s continuous trainings together.

“You have no idea how much I like your boss mode.” Castle said.

“I believe you.” El Crow smirked.

Castle chuckled.

El Crow gave him Blade’s phone, then he went to join Blade.

“Use me to practice. Try to get to me.” He ordered again.

“I can never get to you in a million years, El,” Blade said.

“Did I stutter?” El Crow lifted a brow.

“Fine,” Blade inhaled.

And the new practice began.

—

[Dread House – M Sector]

Dreads were about to start eating dinner, but the gists flying about blocked their senses of time that they left the meals to get cold on the table.

“Heard Rosita is a tigress in the training lab right now.”

“I swear I can already picture her beating Blade.

“Did you forget how Blade tore up one of our Middle Tiers last year? Isn’t that why they call him Blade?”

“And Rosita once beat Lovato of Enigma House so much she couldn’t stand for two weeks!”

“I trust Rosita.”

“In Rosita we trust!” Renee supported the gists on her table. “She might be a bitch, but she’s good.”

“I know, right?” One of her fellow Middle Tiers nudged her.

She smiled radiantly.

Now that Roy isn’t around, her tier mates talk to her. This proves they only avoid her for the fear of Roy.

“Where’s your brother?” One of them asked her suddenly.

“He’ll be here soon.” she shrugged.

“But you’re clean, Renee. I love your skin.” Another one said.

Renee smiled slightly, eating her meal with great appetite.

By the door of the Sector, Quincy stood, his eyes glued to that table.

Why was his sister laughing with the other Middle Tier guys?

Why was she eating with them?

Why was she happy when he’s not there with her?

His fists rounded.

—

[Roy’s Suite]

Roy had entered his bedroom for a evening sleep since he wasn’t planning to go for dinner.

He planned to take his time before he’d show his face outside again since the memories of his barking would definitely still be fresh in the heads of his team members.

He woke at nightfall and came out of his bedroom, stepping the living room with a tired yawn only to see Roselle seated, crying.

His eyes stretched.

“Roselle?” He rushed to sit in front of her when he saw how badly she was crying, and how deeply red her neck was with obvious fingerprints.

“Who did this?”

“I was humiliated, Roy…” She sniffled. “I was….ridiculed….”

“The hell??” His eyes refused to blink. “Get up, we should go report to Boss Satan or Midnight!”

“I don’t want them involved in this!” Roselle quickly pulled him back.

“Roselleeee…” He drawled.

“I want you to fight for me,” she hiccuped. “I made a background check on the bitch. She’s Bellatrix Ortega, daughter of—”

“Daughter of Jethro Ortega?” Roy spranged up, shocked.

Roselle stood too.

“No…no that’s not somewhere we should tamper with. Jethro is a beast billionaire!”

“But you have your ways!” Roselle snapped at him. “Look at my face! I’ve been crying like crazy!”

Roy sighed, unsure.

“Roselle…”

“Fine, don’t do it!” Roselle snapped, rushing out of the room.

Immediately she got far enough, she wiped her tears and raised her chin.

Roy would definitely do it. It might just take some time.

He’d do anything for her.

She smiled wide, but the smile faded when she remembered what happened in the woods.

She saw how El Crow’s neck healed too. She saw how the redness cleared.

He had healing ability just like Skylar? Why?

Three of them went to Aftermoor, so why were they the only ones with healing ability?

Does that mean Skylar has something in common with El Crow?

That’s unacceptable.

—

[Dreads Training Lab]

Rosita was alone inside.

She didn’t want anyone mopping and glancing around, so she had sent everyone out before starting her sessions, and now she was just finishing the third session.

She took a towel to wipe her face, breathing heavily.

On the lab balcony, Satan and Midnight stood discreetly.

“You have so much faith in Rosita it’s baffling.” Midnight sighed.

“Cos she’s the strong twin, and you know it.” Satan faced him. “Rosita started walking first, started talking first, and she was the first to give me a bite on my nipple during breastfeeding.”

“That’s fair,” Midnight said.

“She’ll crush Blade in three days.” Satan turned around.

“And Skylar?” Midnight asked.

“Keep keeping eyes on her. She’ll meet Marisa soon.” Satan answered, and they both left the balcony.

Rosita dropped the face towel and was about to get back to practice when her phone buzzed.

She took it and read the new text with bright eyes.

—

[Next Day – Marisa’s Manor]

At arrival, it was the female steward who came to get Skylar by the manor main door.

As Skylar entered the house, she felt the gnawing weirdness again.

Marisa sure knows how to creep people out. She’s never gonna get used to this house.

She was taken deep into the house. A series of doors led to a series of stairs which led down to a cellar-like room.

She descended the last staircase to that place, and she was surprised to meet a private boxing ring with Marisa waiting in the middle of it.

Marisa didn’t wear one of her plain black or white gowns. She wore tights and just a bra tube, and sneakers.

Skylar stopped dead for a minute.

No wonder.

No wonder men were and are willing to die for Marisa.

She wasn’t only beautiful, but the curves proportion was insane.

She was ethereal.

She couldn’t be real.

“Get in the ring when you’re done staring, Skylar,” she said, breaking Skylar out of her stare.

Skylar quickly stripped away her jean and singlet, leaving her in her bra tube top, and a leggings.

She jumped up and climbed the ring, standing in front of Marisa.

Marisa was a tall woman too. They were exactly the same height.

“I won’t chat with you today, Skylar. I’ll only teach you,” She said.

The lights went off, leaving only a spotlight in the middle of the ring.

“You know why El Crow is unbeatable right now? It’s cos when he started training, Arturo taught him how to fight like a beggar. He always made sure he had a clothe tied over his eyes before training, and that’s why even now, El Crow would fight anybody with his eyes closed and still win. He doesn’t target weak points…

“He targets places you won’t even know exists in your body. He fights like a blind man. He doesn’t fight to win, he fights to ruin you.”

Skylar gulped.

The one spotlight in the middle went off too, plunging the ring into total, blinding darkness.

“Yeah, he fights like a blind person who has nothing to lose, and you? You’ll fight like it’s your last. Come at me, Tall Doll. My breaths, my legs movements, my body heat, and my heartbeats are important. Use your ears, and get me.” Marisa instructed.

Skylar moved.

In the dark, she moved, brilliantly, accordingly. She learned.

—

[Jethro Ortega’s House]

Bellatrix looked breathless as she came out of the kitchen, throwing her glance around like a thief.

She held a large bowl of cake that had been cut into sizes.

Her dad was currently in his study with a business associate, and the secret door was unguarded now.

She grabbed the opportunity and pushed the door open. The hydraulics moved apart, making a little rolling noise. She froze, but just for a while.

She moved forward in the crippling dark, pressing a wall button with wildly beating heart. A keyboard slid open, requiring password.

She pressed the three core letters of her name…

BellAtriX.

BAX

The door opened, and she stepped into the area where the children cell was. It smelled like rot and filth as the children weren’t allowed to bath or brush daily. She plugged her nose with her fingers, moving.

The kids sat helplessly in their cell with fresh and old wounds on their bodies. But one of them was glued to the wall with glue, barely breathing.

Her head was low.

Bellatrix gulped, moving again.

She poured the cake pieces into the cell, and the kids scrambled around to get a piece for themselves.

Bellatrix rushed out of the area, and till she came out of the main door, she couldn’t breath well.

She went back to the kitchen and quickly washed the plate, shakily.

“Why are you washing a plate, Bella?” Jethro’s voice sounded behind.

Bellatrix froze again. She gathered her guts before turning.

“Dad? I just wanted to…”

“Guards!” Jethro yelled, and lots of them rushed into the kitchen.

“Get all the three maids and make them sit on burning gas cookers till they die off!” He ordered.

“No no no!” Bellatrix rushed to her father, holding his arms. “They didn’t even know I was in here washing! I was bored, so I baked a cake, but I mistakenly burned it, so I decided to wash the bowl to cure my boredom!”

Jethro sighed, holding her face fondly. “Why not kill a guard if you’re bored? Why wash a dish, Bella?”

“Dad, please…yeah?” She begged.

“You know I hate seeing you working. I’ve done all the struggle, endured the pains. All I want you to do is enjoy it.”

She nodded.

“It won’t happen again.”

Jethro dismissed the guards, and Bellatrix hugged her father.

“How was the meet with your new crush?” He asked.

“He was rude, but you know I like rude, so I can tame him,” She said.

Jethro grinned, nodding.

“You’re really my daughter.”

“Dad, can I follow you to watch the next underground match?”

He blinked.

“You wanna follow?”

Bellatrix nodded.

— — —

[Three Days Later – Underground]

Initially, people would surround the ring to watch the match, and VIP guests would sit behind curtains.

But it was different tonight.

The settings changed.

Now, there were seats for Team Enigma supporters, and there were seats for Team Dread supporters.

The VVIP seat had been raised with bars, so floated over everyone else in the underground. It’s still covered with a muslin curtain though, and noticeably, there were two seats inside the curtain this night.

At the Team Enigma supporters seats, only Enigma fighters occupied there. No single civilian or rogue.

But Team Dread supporters seats was filled to the brim.

The whole 500+ seats.

Filled with civilians and street rogues who came to support, then the Dread team members themselves.

Everything was obviously in favor of Team Dread.

Even the blind would see.

In thirty minutes, the match would start, so the ring was still empty.

But in the preparatory rooms, there’s anxiety and anxiousness.

Blade couldn’t sit still. Suckers sucked his covk like crazy to calm him, and massagers did massaging, but none worked on him tonight.

He kept pacing.

“If you disappoint me, I swear I’ll ground you, Blade,” Arturo said.

“He wouldn’t dare,” El Crow hissed.

“Yeah, he wouldn’t…” Castle said.

“I’m counting on you, Blade.” Kent gave him a pat.

“Please, don’t fuck up.” Bishop said.

Lovato gave Blade a glucose can.

“It’s my luck glucose. Take a lick.” She said seriously.

Blade smiled nervously.

“I don’t need it, Vato.” He faced them and the rest of the team members surrounding the preparatory. “I won’t disappoint, I promise.”

Arturo smiled, and El Crow took a bottled water, drinking from it.

He capped it back and left the room.

He stood by the door, dropped the bottle on a chair and pulled out his phone to check bettors list.

Not even one person bet on Team Enigma. Not one.

He was still scrolling his screen when Skylar came out of the next preparatory room, chewing gum.

Suddenly, someone pushed her from behind, causing her legs to shift.

She staggered forward, and her bubble gum ran to her throat, choking her brutally.

She began coughing so hard her breaths seized, and the gun blocked her throat, restricting air.

The moment she sighted water by the next door chair, she didn’t wait.

She rushed over and took it, uncapped it and drank directly.

El Crow turned around, slowly, eyes catching her behind him.

It was his water. The one he had also drank directly from.

TBC