Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 86
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Outside the office, the Armies were still dragging Rosita along the filled hallway with ropes bounding her body.
Her tears still overflowed.
“She’s really in it with Blade?”
“This is so unexpected. Rosita the ice-cold bitch?”
“What the hell…”
Rosita cried harder, feeling the tortuous saltiness of her waterworks inside her bitter mouth.
Skylar and the siblings entered the hallway too, and Renee quickly popped to the front..
“Rosita, where are they taking you to?” She asked worriedly.
“Don’t talk to me!!!” Rosita barked at her. “You and your brother and that unwanted bloodbank behind you. Stay away from me!!”
“What!” The siblings chorused.
Skylar just pocketed her hands.
This is why making a friend and forming rapport is trashy here.
Everyone’s a pretender.
But she’s glad she never placed her mind on friendship with Rosita.
At all.
She’s Satan’s daughter anyways.
She’s an Osborne, and they’re vipers.
She left the hall for the training lab, and as she entered, Roy came out.
With a tainting smile to his lips, he gave her a ‘watch your back’ signal before walking away.
Skylar pretended not to see anyone.
She entered the lab, the necklace colder against her ankle.
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[Enigma House]
“I was in awe that Blade of all people lost to Rosita. So they’ve been fuckin! This is such a team disrespect.”
“I say he gets banished according to the rule. Boss shouldn’t be lenient on him just because he’s top tier!”
“Gets banished? Pray that he survives first. His nose and ear is gone!”
“Lovato too! That girl is a nasty little slut. I can’t believe she has been sending her nudes around!”
“Even going as far as lying about a relationship with Senior Castle?”
“If desperateness was a person.”
The gossips and mock talks from Enigmas was reaching Lovato’s ears as she squatted somewhere around the back of the wide kitchen door, listening with piping hot tears glistening on her face.
Her palm is over her lips as she tried to muffle herself, and her tears kept wetting her palm, getting it slippery.
But she wasn’t lucky, cos when she hiccuped, she was heard.
A guy flipped the door, and she came to view behind it.
“The naked fool?” He said.
Hearing that, others converged.
Lovato couldn’t even run.
She remained on her squat, face shamefully down as the crowd surrounded her in brutal mockery.
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[Acheron Family Clinic]
Blade’s condition is nothing to talk about right now. It’s past critical, and Arturo already ran out of ideas.
The doctor told him to prepare for the worse about Blade. He has not been able to breath well since then.
Blade’s ward is freaking private. No one is allowed to go close except the doctors.
But the last time they saw him before the ward door closed, his whole face and head was wrapped with bandages.
He already looked like a wandering ghost.
Arturo sat wordlessly in front of Svetlana’s ward, and Castle joined him eventually.
“I was planning to tell you about Blade’s relationship with Rosita by myself. It’s been a while since I found out,” he said slowly.
“That’s not the issue right now, Castle,” Arturo said. “I was already losing my mind with Brayden’s disappearance, but now Blade is at the brink of death? Yeah, I’d banish him if this news met him in good health, but with his condition now, I only hope he lives…”
Castle nodded.
Inside Svetlana’s ward, Bishop sat beside her bed with a sullen face.
Her neck is patched, and her head is also bandaged, but at least she’s stable. Her monitor is beeping healthily. She’s just not conscious.
Bishop rested his chin on his conjoined fingers, staring at her with a busy head.
No girl ever talked to him first before. Most girls hated shy guys like him. They called him boring.
Tasteless.
But she said his shyness was cute, and here she is, looking dead.
He released a sigh, and her phone made a sound in his pocket.
She actually gave him her phone to hold before entering the ring.
He brought out the phone, staring at the lit screen which has a text from.
Great Queen: Till when are you you gonna stay away from….
That was all Bishop could read in the preview. He doesn’t know her password, so he dropped the phone, but the name of the message sender refused to leave his head.
Great Queen???
Kent entered the ward, looking just as sullen as Bishop.
He’s almost crying.
“The doctor said we should zero our minds about Blade…” He said.
Bishop stood.
“What?!”
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[Jethro’s House]
Jethro stood in his inner office now, staring endlessly at the line of women pictures on his wall.
His arms stayed behind him, and his lips glistened as he grinned at that wall, recounting his experiences over the years he has spent alive.
So many women.
So many ladies.
So many girls.
So many…. Whores.
His eyes landed on the picture of the Queen of Great Britain, and he lifted his hand to it, stroking.
“As beautiful as ever…”
“Wait ..” Inferno said inside him. “Were you the one they called the King of Lust back then? You were King of Lust before you became Maddscientist you jerk!”
Jethro kept up his silence.
“So why did you support the cancellation of the match? You enjoyed that match,” Inferno asked.
“I enjoyed it, but Satan knew about my ApexPlus since long ago but refused to tell me. Even if cancelation of the match ends up in Arturo’s team favor, I don’t care. So far it hurts Satan’s team…” Jethro said.
“You’re one of a kind.” Inferno laughed.
“Now, keep shut and stop the stupid questions.” Jethro gritted.
“Stupid?” Inferno groaned. “Did you just use stupid for me? You’ll pay for that, Jethro…trust me!”
Two staffs entered.
“The search for the kids is still ongoing. Nothing has been found,” the first one reported.
“Agatha is still in the Pit, and Young Miss is crying in her room,” the second one said quickly.
“Agatha….” Jethro grinned again. “She could have left with Skylar, but she didn’t. She has always been an interesting one…” He grinned again.
“Leave her in that Pit for one more day, and as for Bella, let her cry… it’s hightime she started learning how to shed tears and take pains.”
The staffs stepped back.
“And about tomorrow…” Jethro lifted an eye. “Tommorow’s match will be a more interesting one.”
He turned back to the pictures, malice denting his features.
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[Marisa’s Manor]
The stewards could be seen rushing around carrying trays, mugs, porcelains, and whatnot.
All in a bid to serve Marisa.
The stabs she received from Skylar are still fresh.
As a result, she has been laying down, receiving care and treatment.
The stewards entered her room with another tray of warm water mug, and they helped her tilt up.
“Prepare my dress for tommorow’s match,” she said firmly.
“But you’re unwell!” The female steward complained.
Marisa gave her a skin-crawling stare, and that was enough to jolt her back to obedience.
“I’ll do as you say, Ma.”
Marisa drank from the mug, her eyes rolling on top of the rim.
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[Carehouse]
It’s quiet now in the kids quarters as everyone’s asleep.
It’s 12 midnight anyways.
The kids went to sleep at ten after they finished their dermatologist appointments, but lights were left on for them. They’ve spent all their lives in the dark inside Jethro’s cell.
The nurses left the lights on for the correction of their eyes.
But not including Eden.
While the other kids slept four person per room, she had her own room just like it was at Montgomery.
Her room lights are off.
She got used to it so much at Jethro’s cell that she can’t sleep with lights on now.
But even with the lights off, she couldn’t sleep at all. Her right hand clutched her stomach in bed.
She has never experienced this kind of sharp pain in her tummy before. She ate well at dinner, so it’s definitely not hunger.
She grunted, rubbing her toes painfully under the sheets.
Her eyes are tightly shut as if opening it will make the pain double.
But then..she felt something.
Between her legs.
Something wet, sticky.
She finally opened her eyes and got down from the bed, pulled up her skirt and turned on her bedside lamp.
Blood.
Blood in her panty.
Her heart skipped beats.
“Men..struation?” She swallowed.
She quickly pulled her panty back up, wanting to run out to tell a nurse that she has started seeing her period, but she stopped by the door.
She can’t do that.
They’d probably look at her like a freak. Why would a female who looks like a four year old kid menstruate?
And if she tells them she’s older than she looks, they’d call her crazy.
So…she sneaked away from her room to the main Carehouse where she entered the first medical storeroom she came across at the back.
Like a little freak, she rummaged through the pile of cartons and papers and packs and nylons. She avoided big creaks till she got to a pack of pads.
She took one, and since her body is currently too small to use a full pad, she cut the pad in two and set only one part in her panty.
She also went to the building freezer to get an icepack for her tummy.
Stepping out of the freezer hall, she paused when she saw someone by the wall, glaring at her.
The wicked caregiver!
The woman got away from the ward immediately Eden appeared.
“You little creep! After every kid at Montgomery died because of you during the jogging that day, you had the guts to come here and hide? You and your brother need to die!!”
She revealed the small axe she held, and Eden instantly took off in a very swift run, down the hall.
The woman followed, each step heavier than the last as she chased like a serial killer for the kill.
She was swinging her axe in hand, but surprisingly, Eden’s pace was too fast. Too much for her.
She couldn’t catch up.
Eden didn’t look back once. She ran, her healthy hair flowed.
Since Brayden revived her with his blood, she noticed she talked more clearly and walked more adult-like.
Her thoughts and brain got sharper and more regulated too.
Maybe this speed is also because of his blood. She ran like it was her last, till she entered her room.
She shut the door behind and rested on it. She could hear the retracting footsteps of the woman.
She probably finally decided to give up when she couldn’t catch up.
Eden’s breaths was draggy as she sat on the floor behind that door.
There’s no river around here like it was in Montgomery Nurseries, so how would she handle this woman?
She took a gulp, looking at her phone which lay in bed.
Her mind went to Brayden and Skylar again. Why aren’t they calling?
She even called Brayden’s phone but he hadn’t been picking.
What’s going on?
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[ Next Day – Underground ]
Despite the chaos that went down yesterday and the cancelled match, bettors and rogues and the streets still showed up to the day-2.
The underground was as filled as yesterday if not more than that.
Bellatrix came with her father again. With sunken, teary eyes.
She hasn’t stopped crying.
Marisa was present too, with her stewards in her curtain. She had put a heavy bet on Skylar.
Since El Crow wasn’t available, Arturo choose Castle to enter the ring in his place, and he was the first to emerge in the ring with roar of ‘Four Eyes!’ accompanying him cos of his glasses that’s always intact.
He jumped in the ring, and the second entry door flew open.
Skylar stepped inside, looking like she’s going clubbing in her intentionally flashy makeup.
She spent almost an hour in front of her mirror, wearing layers of makeup to hide her sickness again. She gave her hair a slight trim in the front and left the back to hang on her nape and slightly on her shoulders.
A really deadly haircut.
She wore black shorts that looked like panty, exposing her arse cheeks. Then a tight balloon material top, tight to her body like second skin.
She had sat in front of the heater for hours before coming here to kill her cold, and she’s not sure how long the heater or makeup will be able to hide her unwell condition, but she’s hoping this ends very well.
Renee and Quincy were in front of the Dread crowd, holding their breaths together.
Satan and Midnight looked like the surest bosses here tonight with their empty, unpredictable faces.
Arturo on his side was just expecting the outcome whatever it’d be.
Kent and Bishop in front of the Enigma team were blank.
Bellatrix stood beside her father.
“That’s Sky!”
But Jethro was too busy staring at Skylar who’s now entering the ring.
Marisa’s eyes stayed on Skylar’s creamy, bouncy moderate ass. She felt her desire fuelling up.
Castle adjusted at the other side of the ring as the announcer prepared to announce the start of the fight, but then… Jethro raised his curtain.
For the first time ever in this underground, he lifted his curtain, took off his suit, leaving him in his yellow undershirt.
He stepped down using the air ladder, and he began loosening his tie. “I’ll be the one to enter the ring for Enigmas tonight. I’m going against Skylar. Since my son-in-law is not here, why not represent him?”
Gasps awakened from the crowd.
Arturo wondered what game Jethro is up to right now, but he said nothing.
He’s too tired at this point.
Satan held her armrest like she’d separate it from the chair, wondering why Jethro is doing this.
“Shit …” Midnight uttered.
Castle expected Arturo to speak against it, but when he heard nothing from Arturo’s area, he stepped out of the ring, surrendering to Jethro.
As Jethro entered the ring with Skylar, Bellatrix swallowed spit.
What’s her evil father doing again?
Skylar maintained her position in the ring, just staring venomously at Jethro who’s currently rolling his sleeves with a smirk.
She had thought about the possibility of this happening, but she hadn’t dwelled on it for too long. Now it’s here…in reality.
“Hello, wifey…” Jethro smiled trickily, not bothering with gloves.
Inferno’s presence inside him is enough to thrash this wretch.
He moved first, taking a aim for Skylar’s rib, but before he could get to her, he felt a change.
He felt lighter like something left him, and he didn’t realize what happened till Skylar’s punch met his face in two places—earside and jaws.
He fell on the ring ropes, and with dwindling eyes, he looked around to see Inferno standing outside the ring.
The entity already separated from him, and it seems only him and Skylar and Satan could see him. Only those who made a deal with him.
“Told you…. you’d pay for using stupid last night…” Inferno mouthed jestingly from outside.
“Fucker!!!” Jethro yelled, pushing himself to stand, but Skylar already did a side flight, and when she came down, she landed her elbow on his face, and that shoved him to the ring ground where she pressed his head with her boot till he screamed.
Most of the bettors stood from their curtains. Every fuckin’ rogue and team members stood in shock.
Marisa stood too, laughing.
Bellatrix gulped…”Dad…”
Skylar fisted Jethro’s shirt, sliding him across the ring ground before flinging him dastardly out of the ring.
Jethro landed bad, sustaining a large injury at the side of his head.
Skylar jumped down to meet him, and he lifted his leg to flip her, but she caught the leg and twisted it, turning his ankle around.
She broke it.
Jethro’s screams was a blessing to Skylar’s ears as she picked him up and threw him to the ring.
She climbed back with him, got on top of the ropes and jumped with her knees, landing on his tummy.
Jethro vomited blood.
“Dad…” Bellatrix panicked.
Skylar pulled him up again, sending slaps to his face. The three slaps he gave her at De Specials.
She delivered everything plus three other bonuses to it.
Next, she knocked his chest with her head, and Jethro’s body was instantly catapulted to the ring metals.
His back got pierced.
No one screamed in the hall.
No one wanted to scream so Jethro won’t get them later.
From the ring metals, Skylar dragged him to the center of the ring and began dealing his face with blows.
By now, all the makeup she wore has been washed off by sweat. She’s so sweaty, soaked, and she’s already shaking with cold again.
She’s back to her insane paleness.
Her sickness is written boldly on her face now as her hair stuck to her face in several places again.
But she faced her focus—Jethro.
Her blows made his blood soak her fists, and her grunt at each blow she delivered made Marisa cackle again.
“That’s my girl!!”
And that was when things changed. Inferno decided it was time to go back. He repossessed Jethro.
Jethro’s abilities returned.
Before Skylar could land him the tenth blow, he launched a brutal blow to her chest, and Skylar hit the floor, rolling like a lump.
Screams of Jethro took over the underground suddenly.
Bellatrix calmed slightly, and her eass nearly blew with screams of her father’s name from everyone.
Marisa’s eyes widened.
“It’s my time now, wifey…” Jethro grinned loudly.
Using magical force, he pulled Skylar closer without touching her.
She just found herself on her feet and floating to him.
Jethro grinned again.
“You’re empty, Love!”
He increased the force of the pull, and Skylar’s floating sped up, but then…. another flip happened.
The walls of the underground suddenly rubbed as if an animal is threatening to come out.
And like wall-quake, a huge part of the wall broke, sending brick pieces around the underground.
A blinding red-blue glow took over the underground like an non-underndable halo.
Skylar’s floating stopped, then a very dangerous reverse happened.
Instead of floating to Jethro, a new, rawer, wrecking, soul-snapping force pulled her back, and her back slammed against a wall.
But after the slam, she realized it wasn’t a wall after all.
Cos the scent entered her nose, ears, mouth, eyes…. everywhere possible and impossible. It penetrated her.
His tattoed hand crossed over her chest, holding her to himself.
The necklace on her ankle felt hot now. Her lips gapped, slightly…
“Brayden…”
“Falena…” His voice seeped out like poison out of a open vial…
“Your cocaineboy is back.”
TBC
