“That damn bitch sure knew how to fight.”
In a dimly lit place where the normally raucous sounds of cars were very muted as the road was quite a distance away, a huge patch of soil showed clear disturbance. Surrounding it were five young and middle aged men who looked like local gangsters with their burly bodies.
“Are you sure she’s dead?” one of them asked as he flinched and raised his hand to touch the corner of his mouth which was bleeding.
All five of them were obviously roughened up. It was as if they had just gotten out of a huge fistfight. Not only were their clothes in disarray and torn in some places, injuries also littered their skin which still mostly bled.
“She’s dead. If she’s not yet dead, then she will be. The bitch’s six feet under now, isn’t she?”
The snarky remark was welcomed by grunts of approval from the rest. All of them seemed to have suffered greatly and were now gloating over the fact that the one who inflicted them pain was gone.
“The client was right when she told us to drug the wacko first before taking her,” another commented as he held his stomach where he hurt.
“I told you. I’ve seen that girl fight near my school before. She’s really strong,” the youngest among them chimed in.
He was the least injured among them because he knew who the girl was. She was a famous delinquent at school. That’s why when his burly brothers scoffed at the idea of knocking her out with drugs before taking her, he persisted. If not, they wouldn’t have succeeded at all. Not only was the girl very strong, she’s trained in martial arts as well. She knew where to hit to inflict the most pain.
The girl had a habit of going to the unpopular café a bit far from her school for milk tea. It was not very difficult to bribe the server to dope her drink. She liked sitting alone at the secluded part of the café so it was easy for them to carry her out.
Their client wanted them to take lewd pictures of the girl before doing whatever they wanted with her. They brought her there at the suspended construction project of a residential village near the outskirts. But before they could even begin, the girl woke up prematurely and put up a good fight despite still suffering from the drug’s side effects. In the end, not only were they not able to take photos that the client asked, they had to kill her too. She was just too fierce for them.
Since they were at a suspended construction site, it was easy to grab tools that lay strewn on the ground and used them as weapons. One of them was able to grab a shovel and hit her hard on the head with it, knocking her unconscious. The man did not control his strength at all, and he knew that the girl was gravely injured if not dead. Using the same shovel, they dug a hole in the ground and buried her in it, but not before smoking and throwing the stubs at her to vent their anger.
“Are we still going to get paid? We killed the target,” one of them asked and the other grunted.
“Of course. Didn’t we just make life easier for her? She hates this girl. We did not take lewd pictures but we did take some photos before we buried her, didn’t we? She should be happy she’s dead.”
The others just grunted their approval before shifting on their feet to start to leave. The fight had been fierce, and they were more than ready to drag their injured bodies home.
“Good riddance, bitch,” one burly guy said before spitting at the grave.
WOOOOOSH!
Cold wind suddenly blew, making all of them shiver.
“Shit! Is that her ghost?” the youngest asked in a terrified voice which earned him a whack on the head from their leader.
“Are you stupid? We just buried her. She might not even be dead yet. What ghost are you talking about?” the leader countered, but he too was obviously rattled.
WOOOOOSH!
The wind blew again, and the group cowered in the cold. It was summer and the temperature was supposed to be still high at night, and so they dressed lightly. However, the wind that blew seemed to carry winter with it as they continued to shiver.
“W-What’s that?”
All the others turned to see what the youngest pointed at. There was a spot above the grave that appeared out of nowhere. Even with the dim lights, they could make out what seemed to be a black crystal ball.
“W-Why is it floating?” the leader stammered as the crystal ball lit up from the inside, giving ample illumination in the area.
The light in the crystal ball flickered, and the space above it rippled, distorting the image of the unfinished buildings behind. Afraid, and yet, fascinated at the same time, they watched as the distorted space expanded like a huge circular wall suspended in midair.
Above, the sky appeared to be in sync with the abnormality. Clouds began to build up as thunder rolled and lightning flashed, striking with extensive branching towards the ground where the grave was.
“Watch out!”
The scream alerted the others and they all jumped as far as they could from the grave, diving onto the ground as they did. A bolt of lightning suddenly struck the ground, creating an explosion before it broke up into a string of fleeting, dazzling sections.
ZZZZZZZZT BOOOOM!
Clouds of dust and debris covered the place, making the men cough as they choked. This lasted for several seconds before the place cleared. They all rolled on their backs as they checked what happened. The huge distortion in space was still there, but the one that gave them more fright was the figure which now floated in front of it.
“N-No way…”
Even if they were a bit superstitious, they really did not believe in religion. But at this moment, the men all kneeled on the ground as they started to pray, but their terrified eyes never left the figure that was in front of them.
There, atop the grave which was now just a huge hole, the girl whom they just buried in it a while ago stood suspended in the air, unmoving. Her smudged makeup and violet hair made her appear out of this world. Her dirty and tattered form only added to her ghastly appearance.
The distortion of space behind her flickered thrice, and on the third time, the quiet form suddenly gasped. It was as if she had ceased breathing previously, and had only taken air in after a long while— like a person who drowned and had just revived.
However, to the five men who were her murderers, she was Asura who returned from the gates of hell to seek vengeance.
“N-No way…”
She was in a very cold and dark place, but there was no pain. Surprisingly she was numb— so numb that she couldn’t feel her body at all.Was this… death?She opened her eyes— or at least she thought she did as she could not feel anything at all. However, whether opened or closed, she could not see anything aside from the infinite abyss where she seemed to remain drifting for nobody knew how long.For the moment, her mind was so foggy that she could not remember a lot of things, like who she was and how she got there. All she ever knew was that she had died— perished in battle.Huh? Battle? What… battle?But before she could think further, a wave of fatigue engulfed her,
“No… How could this be…”Evie was in a panic. She raised a hand to slap herself hard.Pain…Even her vision blurred a little when she hit herself. Regardless that she did not wish to be where she was, she could not fool herself that everything was just a dream. She was really there, in Evely’s world, occupying Evely’s body. Also, time really did turn back.She could remember seeing this place not just from Evely’s memories but hers as well. She had seen this place in the mirror when her celestial twin was kidnapped.Evely was having her usual milk tea at the café when she suddenly felt dizzy and lost consciousness. She woke up in this place with the kidnappers
“This is my assistant, Ralph Hall…”Inside the car, aside from the young man, there was another one who looked a bit older and less… flamboyant.Yes, Evely’s neighbor was a bit more colorful than his friend. Now that she’s sitting next to him, she noticed that he was wearing a rose colored suit. It contrasted well against the other man’s black ensemble.Evie had no idea how to call the young man. She searched her memory for a word that people used to address strangers, and recalled what the kidnappers called her earlier.“Er… Boss.”The young man and the assistant were dumbfounded for several seconds before the young man let out a chuckle.
As if on cue, blood trickled from her head injury to her face, and a shriek sounded from the side as Evely’s stepmother could not contain herself and ran towards the father and daughter with panic on her face.“Francis! Evely is bleeding! Quick! Let’s bring her to the hospital!”Her loud cry snapped Francis out of his trance and quickly carried Evie in his arms.“Grab my keys!” he ordered his wife, before running towards the garage where there were few metal carriages parked. But Evie had no time to appreciate them.Evie wanted to protest, saying that she’s okay but the couple seemed to be in so much panic that they did not listen to her.Soon, her stepmother who was still
Hampton Hills was one of the most luxurious and exclusive subdivisions in the country, built under the very famous Rockefeller Group. Most of the homeowners chose to live in the place, not only because of the superb security but also because of the status of living there. Businessmen who were very conscious of their reputations made sure to grab at least one of the houses available for sale.The entire exclusive subdivision looked like a small version of a picturesque French town. In it were three different types of houses. The normal houses that were situated near the entrance gate, were designed to look similar to twentieth century houses in Paris. Their façade was mostly covered with white plaster with wooden beams and stones as foundation.The next types of houses like where the Hunt family lived, was a larger type of French villa more popularly call
Evie Hunter stood in front of the huge glass window, staring at the hustle and bustle of the city down below. She had been more than amazed the first time she stood on the same spot and saw the scenery. Then and there, it really came to her how entirely different this world was to hers.However, her opinion about Evely’s world did not change. In fact, with everything that she had been seeing so far, it only confirmed her thoughts. This world looked aesthetically modern and grand, but in reality, everything in it was so backwards. Even if her world could be called medieval in appearance, as she had searched the word, her world was more than ten times more convenient than where she was right now.For example, this world’s mode of transportation. Sure, the metal carriages she had seen came in different forms and colors, and they looked so nice. Evie wa
Liz Hunt’s voice became smaller and smaller as she spoke. It was clear that she was being very careful as to not to agitate Evely, whom she knew hated her a lot. Their relationship had never been harmonious to begin with. When Evely’s parents divorced when she was six, she blamed her father for the fall out. Her mother said that it was because Francis Hunt was seeing someone else that their marriage broke. Evely was also told that her mother could only take her sister and not Evely because Francis did not want her sister.This was why, when Francis married Lizbeth Morgan, a socialite, two years after the divorce, Evely more than raised hell, thinking she was the homewrecker her mother told her about. The charming house in Hampton Hills was never without a fight— and it was all due to Evely finding faults with Francis’ new wife.
Francis and Liz Hunt trudged the hallway of the VIP ward arm in arm. Although the man looked haggard due to his days of staying up late and taking care of many things all at once, while the woman was tearstained, there were smiles on their faces. Also, for the very first time in years since they married, in their hearts and minds, they had peace. Even if they still had a lot of things to deal with, now that at least, their daughter was no longer antagonistic towards them, the rest would be easier.The years had not been easy, but they were aware that it was because of their own choice to hide the truth. If they had been truthful towards Evely from the beginning, things wouldn’t have escalated to the point it did before their daughter’s incident. Also, Francis had to admit that even if he suffered as well, the one who was truly wronged was his wife.