Se connecterRoaring engines echoed through the desert, dust gushing at the harsh wind like an explosion had just occured.John and the others inside the van bounced as the military van galloped. The chair squeaked, and a gunshot blast through the air as Alex and Raymond shot at the cars chasing them.For the past half an hour they have been chased by the serpent relentlessly. John struggled to steady himself; his legs hurting. Occasionally, her let out a groan forcing himself to stay put. His leg was still bleeding, hurting so much, he couldn't breath properly, yet he turned to Raymond and said.“Give me a gun.”“No man, try holding hard onto something and focus on staying alive. We'll handle this.”John groaned. “You can’t get them off if you keep shooting like that."Raymond galnced at his leg, hesitant. "Get me a gun," John grinded out.“John…”“Listen to the van engine,” John cut him off. “Soon we’ll run out of fuel, and not only will you fail your promise to Carlos, but we’ll all die here,
“Hey, Ky.”“W… what are you doing here?”“There’s not enough time to explain at the moment. Your memories have been messed with. Thanks to what I gave you, you won’t lose them permanently. But it’s going to take a while before they fully return.”Kyla squeezed her eyes shut, still disoriented.Then the lights flickered. Taylan glanced up, his expression turning weary.“Now?” he whispered to himself.“What is going on?”Taylan looked back at her and removed the pipe connected to her. “We gotta go.”He helped her up and started toward the door, only to pause at the sight of a large man standing in the doorway.Kyla who couldn't handle the dizzy, fainted in his arms.“Shit,” Taylan cursed.Kyla woke to the sound of groaning and bone-crushing blows. She opened her eyes and saw Taylan on the floor, bloody, as one of the Serpent man struck him repeatedly.That was when everything hit her. Even though it was blurry, she realized what was happening. The hunter, the Serpent, Cordelia being the
John paused for a long time. A shadow fell over his face as he stared at the woman before the barricades.“I see she is really your weakness.” Cordelia stepped closer, until her face was inches from the barricades. “One I would love to use against you.”“You know this very person is your flesh and blood.”“One you stole from me?” She scoffed. “I have no connection with her. I never got to hold her in my arm, watch her grow or know her smile or laughter. In fact, her very existence drives me insane.”John remained calm. Exhaling, he sighed. “You need to stop. Stop this madness, Liah, before it’s too late.”“Too late? You think anyone can stop me?” Cordelia eyes blazed with anger. “Your father was once unstoppable," John's voice was soft despite the storm in Cordelia's eyes. "I understand your pain, Liah. You should take that out on me, not someone else. You want me. You have me.”“That is not the reason why I keep you here,” Cordelia whispered. “I want you to break. I want you to feel
SERPENT TERRITORY“This is insane and magnificent,” the doctor mumbled to himself.Hearing this, Cordelia yanked his hair back and slammed his head onto the table, pinning him there as she watched him cry out in pain.“Magnificent? You have got to be shitting me. You told me her body would listen once her memories changed. So tell me, why the fuck does she still flinch at other men’s touch?”“I’m sorry, Madam. I… I’ll fix this. I just need more time. A week, and all will be done.”“Twenty-four hours.”“Madam, with all due respect… th-that is not possible. It could lead to severe complications. The subject could go into shock or develop a severe mental disorder.”Cordelia scoffed. She swiftly pulled out her gun and shot him twice in the head. Everyone flinched at the sound except the Serpent members. Blood stained her dress. Dropping the gun, she turned to the second doctor.“Twenty-four hours. That’s the number of hours you have to choose whether you live or not.”The doctor trembled.
CARLOSThe ticking of the wall clock echoed through the screen-lit room, each sound more dreadful than the last. They were cruel reminders of every second she had spent there.It had been a week, five days, and twenty-three hours with constant nightmares and the backward slide of his sanity.The walls he had spent six years building to gather the broken pieces of himself were failing fast.He no longer saw himself as the one they tore apart each day. He saw her. Kyla. Being treated the same way he once was.“Hey, man,” Michael’s voice echoed through the speaker. “He’s here.”The door hissed open as Carlos stepped into the room. Across from him sat his therapist. The old man straightened at the sight of Carlos, lips parting slightly.The room grew tense and silent.“I see you’ve gone back, without my knowledge,” Doctor Ethan said. “Now all I see in your eyes is the man from six years ago.”“That’s not why I called you,” Carlos muttered, his voice low and stripped of warmth. “You’ve kno
~Paris~Chelsea shut her novel with a deep sigh.“Mom, we should go back.” She shot a look at Helen, who was cooking.“She will answer. Relax, Chels.”“Relax?” Chelsea snapped. “It’s been over a week and Kyla hasn’t responded to my texts, which is so unusual. Three days is the maximum we ever go without talking, and now not only do I feel something is wrong, she has never been like this.”“It’s probably the clinic she’s trying to set up,” Helen said calmly. “I have a friend who went through the same process and barely had time for anyone for a month.”“Mom,” Chelsea said sharply as she stood. “We’re her only family. Aren’t you at least a little concerned?”“I am concerned. I just don’t think going back is the next option. Call Mike.”Chelsea groaned softly. “Look, I understand you’re not completely over what happened in New York, but how about we leave the past in the past and focus on finding a way to communicate with Kyla, because I’m freaking out.”Chelsea dialed Michael’s number f
CARLOS Carlos’s brows furrowed at the information on his screen. He pushed his glasses up and pinched the bridge of his nose.First was the whisperer. The bastard knew he was already being haunted and now the hacker wasn't found in his apartment.Sleep had become his enemy and the damn ache in his
“Uhm… excuse me. This is the female restroom,” Kyla said, trying her best to calm her racing heart.The one in front scoffed. “Lock the door.”The one behind did as he said. The door locked with a thud. Kyla’s heart did a flip.She stared at the three men in shock, all taller and stronger.“W-what
KYLAIt's Friday. Worse than any other day. Elizabeth had gone too cold, and it was beginning to irritate Kyla.Yesterday, she had to spend an extra hour behind the desk. No lunch, just endless paperwork and the constant sound of Elizabeth’s heels clicking against the floor.Kyla sighed, dusting he
CARLOSLight filtered its way through the window. Carlos’s brows slightly creased at the disturbance. He doesn't want to open his eyes. Not yet.No nightmare. No scream. No stinging itches. No ache in his head. No pills. He had once again slept without knowing. It felt short, yet the warm sun on







