LOGIN🦪 DORA 🦪 My eyes travel from the angry expression on Vengeance’s face to the knife in her right hand. She had a knife hidden all along; they didn’t say that was allowed. She must have taken 'any fighting method is allowed' too seriously. The fight is obviously just beginning, and it looks like it won’t be ending soon. Vengeance grips the knife firmly, the metal flashing in my face. She lunges at me, her face twisted in a snarl. The knife is aimed straight for my stomach. I don’t have time to move, I don’t have time to run. I reach out and grab the blade. Pain explodes in my hand. It is hot and sharp. I feel the cold steel bite through my skin and sink deep into my palm. I grit my teeth to keep from screaming. My fingers lock around the edge of the knife, stopping the point just inches from stabbing into my stomach. She tries to push harder, but I’m steady. I look her in the eyes, then I rip the knife out of her grip. It tears through my flesh as it leaves. I let the weapon f
🦪 DORA 🦪Vengeance rushes towards me immediately the countdown begins, she throws a punch, I duck, rushing to her own end of the ring as she reaches mine.“Stop acting like a chicken and fight me,” she growls angrily.“Who says I wouldn’t?” I retort underneath my breath.She rushes towards me again, and this time I don’t chicken out. I wait for her to reach me, studying her moves. She surprises me with an upper cut, I swing my head backwards in a gymnastic way, avoiding her punch, then swinging my head back in the space of seconds when she least expects it, and headbutting her in the face.She stumbles backwards, her head in her hands, and I remain in the same spot, awaiting her next strike.9 minutes.I strike first, my fist a blur as it catches Vengeance across the jaw. Her head snaps back, but she doesn’t fall; she spits red on the ground, snarling at me.I lunge at her, driving my shoulders into her ribs, shoving her against the elastic tension of the ropes. Vengeance unleashes
🦪 DORA 🦪Mid-nights are reserved for good sleep and flying witches, but not in my case. Mine is reserved for a fight till death deal.I can’t believe I’m out in the dark, in the cold, walking towards a location where I’d be picked up and dropped in a place where I’d either walk out or be carried out of.Dale gave me a really tight hug when I was leaving. I could feel his own fears and his not wanting to let me go, and I honestly cannot blame him. I almost did not leave the house myself… but that would be asking for war from Umbra.I drag my feet on the ground, the soles of my sneakers grinding against the rocks. I’m dressed in all black, black jean pants that hug my skin, with a black hoodie that covers my entire body and face.My hands are in my pockets, my gaze on the ground, and my mind in the future. I’m walking towards the location on the black card like a ghost in my own body.I get to the location, and this time the van is already there waiting, which I don’t give a flying fu
🦪 DORA 🦪I’ve never been more anxious about anything in my life.“She’s here to kill you.”Thinking of those words became a part of my daily routine ever since I heard them. For the past few days, everything has been suspiciously calm. Well, aside from Dale drowning me.Yesterday was the toughest day of my life, after hours of getting drowned with Dale screaming, “Calm your heart rate, a lower heart rate consumes less oxygen. Breathe deeply into your belly, not your chest. Focus on relaxing your toes, then your calves, then your knees, rather than focusing on the clock.” I began to get the hang of it, and I made it two minutes underwater without seeing my ancestors.All attempts to make him see why I was created a human, not a fish, also failed woefully.I pull myself from bed finally, dragging my feet to the ground. I hope today will be a better day. I will avoid every drowning training because my life depends on it. It wouldn’t be hard for me to die in that bathtub.I throw on a r
🦪 DORA 🦪“Of course I’m not… you dummy,” Dale retorts. “If I shoot you in this bathtub… you’ll die.”“So then what is this madness about?” I ask, rolling my eyes in total absurd nonsense.“Water slows down a bullet significantly, and much faster than air does. In fact, most bullets lose their lethal velocity within just a few feet of entering the water. This happens due to a combination of physics principles that act on the projectile the moment it transitions from a gas (air) to a liquid (water).”“So…?” I ask impatiently. “Go straight to the point, Dale. Physics was my worst class in school; I skipped every one of them.”Not recommended, now I feel dumb.“Water is roughly 800 times denser than air. When a bullet enters water, it must physically push those water molecules out of its path. Because the water is so much denser, the "drag force" (resistance) is massive. This means the faster a bullet is traveling when it hits the water, the more violently the water pushes back against
🦪 DORA 🦪I cannot manage to say, ‘my heart skipped a beat’, because I’d be lying. My heart didn’t skip a beat; my entire body system stopped functioning. Something I started so casually is about to become the biggest dread of my life.From the start of my fight at Umbra, it was always Fire and Ice. My opponent, the Ice, and I, the Fire.I was angry, so angry that I burned every ice in my way.I was angry, fearless, and determined to get to The Reaper and serve his head to my father, and wanting to reach that goal kept me going, kept me surviving, kept me winning.In summary, the sheer act of wanting The Reaper dead brought me this far… Revenge was the source of my strength.How funny, now, I’m not the only fire, as wanting me dead is the source of another person’s strength. A Fire and Fire fight.Vengeance would do anything to see me dead, just like I’ll do anything to see The Reaper dead.A knock sounds on my door, and I snap my head towards it. “Dora, we need to train; you should
🦪 DORA 🦪His control fractures another degree. Both hands grab my ass, lifting, and I wrap my legs around his hips automatically. The new angle plastered my core against the hard line of his cock, only two thin layers of cloth separating them now. I ground down, and we both shudder, breath mingli
🦪 DALE LAZARUS 🦪Dora’s little figure is wrapped in my arms, as I carry her towards the car, calmly settling her in the back seat.After a few hours of rough driving, which includes two heart-in-mouth moments, and more than ten times of zoning out on the steering wheel, we get home, and I storm o
🦪 DORA 🦪“Dad.” I pitched my voice low, intimate.He swallows. I watched the bob of his throat, the way the muscle corded beneath skin that suddenly looked too small for him. When I place my palm lightly against the center of his chest, I can feel the thud of his heart, hard and quick.“I love yo
🦋 DORA 🦋Everyone’s happy ending is romance, except mine. Mine would be the death of my father’s killer, and then romance. And I’m so looking forward to it, as long as I don’t die first.I wake up with a loud yawn, tapping my phone screen to make sure I am just in time, and yes, it is one minute







