Kapitel 18: CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
A little girl with fear-filled eyes slowly regained consciousness in a desolate and forbidding place.
As her groggy mind started to clear, she realized that she was trapped within the confinements of a high-security prison.
Her small hands and fragile feet were painfully bound with unyielding chains, securing her against the cold, unforgiving wall.
The girl winced, feeling the sting of multiple cuts etched across her tender skin, the remnants of a struggle lost in the depths of her memory.
She recalled what happened earlier today but still, confusion washed over her as she glanced around the dimly lit cell.
It became evident that she was not alone; surveillance cameras ominously dangled from the ceiling, watching her every move with their unblinking eyes.
Panic began to well within her chest as she desperately tried to comprehend her dire circumstances
What cruel fate had befallen her?
Suddenly, the eerie silence was shattered by the sound of approaching footsteps. With every step, the echoes grew louder and more menacing, causing the girl's heart to race uncontrollably.
And then, emerging from the shadows, there appeared a tall man clad in an impeccably tailored black suit. His icy eyes gleamed with a sinister amusement as he locked gazes with the bewildered child.
With a wicked smile etching across his face,
"You're finally awake", the man tauntingly inquired if she had enjoyed her slumber.
Tears welled up in the little girl's traumatized eyes as she bravely summoned the courage to ask the question that burned within her.
Through shaky sobs, she choked out her words, desperately seeking answers. "Why am I chained? Where is my mommy? Where's my big brother?".
The skinny man, relishing in the power he held over the innocent child, leaned in closer to intimidate her further.
His voice dripped with a venomous blend of amusement and malevolence. "Well, my dear, you are here because your big brother did something bad..." He paused, savoring the fear that danced across the little girl's face
"You're lying, Noah would ever do anything wrong to anyone".
"Oh? Is that so? Then explain to me child, why are you locked up then? ".
She was silent , looking at the man with teary eyes, who couldn't stop grinning.
"You see.... But don't worry, I sent some friends of mine to take care of your big brother. If all things said and done , then I can maybe let you go back home".
"Are you going to harm big brother?"
Gripping one of the bars tightly, "Oh, If he doesn't resist then everything will be done as painless as possible. Won't you like that?".
She nodded slowly, "What of mom? Where is she ? I want to see my mom, please".
He chuckled to himself before uttering his chilling response. "Let's just say you're in a much better condition than her."
The tall man in the black suit strode down the dimly lit hallway of the opulent mansion.
The walls were adorned with exquisite paintings, casting faint shadows that danced in the flickering candlelight.
As he made his way with a measured pace, a sense of confidence and control radiated from his every step.
"Saturn!" A voice called out .
Behind him, emerging from the shadows, came a 17 year old girl dressed in a tight-fitting black body suit.
The fabric clung to her lithe and agile form, accentuating her every movement. With long, flowing locks cascading down her back, she exuded an air of fierce determination.
A blade glinted menacingly on her back.
Closing the distance between them, "Where is he? You told me you would get his body for me before the end of today",her voice laced with a mix of curiosity and impatience.
"Apologies my mistress for my lateness in carrying out my plan, but I must plead you exercise patience".
"Patience?! I don't have the time for that . Father made it clear to me that you would carry out my order with prominent pacing . This was not what I had in mind".
Her eyes, sharp and determined, fixed on his face as she awaited his reply.
The man slowly lifted his head from his bow earlier, meeting her piercing stare.
His lips curved into a sly smile as he spoke, his voice laced with an undercurrent of calculated confidence.
"My plans never fail except I want it to and what we are dealing with is nothing more than a rat compared to my previous accomplishment. But I must ask my lady, why do you care so much about this were shifter? Does he bother you so much?"
Tapping her forehead slightly, she sighed. "Something about him is different. I don't know what it is but I want him, no matter what".
"You have killed higher and more powerful beings, why does this specific one bother you?".
"Do you always ask silly questions like this ? "
Assuring her to relax, he explained that his plan was steadily falling into place, every piece fitting perfectly into the puzzle he had meticulously crafted.
As the man laid out his reasoning and shared his unwavering belief in the success of their mission, the young girl couldn't help but feel a surge of frustration.
A slight frown creased her brow, her grip tightening around the hilt of her hidden blade. Doubts and worries gnawed at her, threatening to erode her trust in his capabilities.
However, as the man's words washed over her, his unwavering certainty and undeniable intelligence began to chip away at her skepticism.
The girl took a deep breath, her frustration slowly giving way to a begrudging acceptance. She knew that despite the uncertainty and the nagging doubts, she had to place her faith in his judgment.
With a sigh, "Just make sure this plan doesn't fail, hope you you understand?". She resolved to trust his decision, understanding that his plans, though enigmatic, had a higher chance of success than her impulsive urge to act.
In that moment, a silent understanding passed between them. The tension in the air dissolved, replaced by a renewed sense of purpose. The girl took a step back, her hand relaxing on the hilt of her blade. She knew she had no choice but to align herself with the cunning man before her, accepting that his calculated strategies held the key to achieving her objectives.
She walked away, back into the shadows she came from , leaving the man still wearing the sly grin on his face.
As the room filled with the deafening silence that followed the horrifying explosion, the atmosphere became thick with an overwhelming sense of dread.
Noah stood frozen in the midst of chaos, his mind struggling to process the unimaginable horror he had just witnessed.
The scene before him was like a nightmare come to life, with the motionless gunman scattered in disarray.
His eyes flickered to the gruesome aftermath of the explosion, the splatters of blood on the walls, the floor now tainted dark red.
He could feel the adrenaline pulsating within him, his racing heart threatening to burst through his chest.
She was going too far.
Time seemed to stand still as he stood there, rooted to the spot, desperately trying to make sense of the unfathomable. Someone had died right in front of his eyes, his life abruptly and brutally extinguished. The weight of that reality hung heavy upon him.
His gaze shifted to the phone clutched tightly in his hand, its screen displaying the strange and cryptic message.
Confusion mingled with fear in his mind, as he grappled with the unknown and the unexpected.
Just moments from getting a step close to finding out the root behind all this and all of a sudden he is dead, blown to smithereens.
A surge of desperation rose within him, urging him to take action. He knew he couldn't face this nightmare alone; he needed help, somebody to guide him through the chaos and provide answers to the questions that tormented his mind.
With trembling fingers, he dialed the number of a trusted friend, hoping that they could shed some light on the incomprehensible events unfolding around him.
He didn't care anymore, he couldn't do this on his own. With every passing second, the need for assistance grew stronger, as did his fervent desire to escape this house of horrors and find solace, safety, and understanding outside its blood-stained walls.
The call rang , the gentle buzz filling the quiet house- and then,nothing.
His call was declined. He had a feeling this was going to happen ,after all it was a strange number.
He walked out of the house, bursting into a sprint, heading to his best friend home. He was the only one he could trust at this moment.
He was going to tell him everything. All he wanted was for his mom to be safe .
The thought of how helpless they were and how cruel this person might be made him imagine horrible scenarios that would happen to them.
He made a promise to himself to protect his family and he couldn't believe he let this happen.
He got out his phone and dialled his friends number again but still nothing.
He hadn't heard from Ceaser for a while now and he was beginning to worry maybe something similar to what happened to his family would happen to him.
He couldn't forgive her ,especially if she were to hurt them. Time seems to pass faster as he felt every second was crucial to him.
To be continued
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