Masuk🦪 DORA 🦪Dale and I didn’t train. He never left his room since our last conversation, and I can only stare at his door, wondering why he’s locked in. I’ve also tried knocking, yelling his name, I even threatened him, bribed him with several dishes, but nothing worked. But as soon as someone rushes through our gate, screaming "Umbra," Dale cracks his door open and rushes towards the gate. I follow, only to find an average-looking man panicking and trying to seek shelter in our home.“Get out!” Dale screams as soon as he reaches the gate.“What’s going on?” I ask.“Get inside, Dora,” he yells at me.“And you,” he says, pointing at the man. “Get out!”I gawk at the trembling man, his face is red, his hands trembling, lips quivering, “I got the Umbra card, I only wanted to quit, I can’t fight forever, please… I have a family,” the man begs.“How do you know me? Umbra doesn’t reveal details about their fighter,” Dale retorts, gritting his teeth.“I once saw you walk into Umbra. I followe
🦪 DORA 🦪Dale has been speaking in Greek lately, and I can’t seem to understand a thing he’s saying. It’s like he’s telling me a lot of secrets in codes that I can’t crack.When I look into his eyes, I can see a lot of emotions behind them. He seems to be telling me something, like a puzzle I need to fit together to make it all make sense.I gawk down at my father’s grave, it’s an hour drive from Dale’s place, and since we are in the mood of not speaking to each other, I couldn’t even tell him I was visiting my father’s grave.“I finally hit top 2 dad,” I blurt out, cleaning the headstone with my bare hand. I drop the flowers I brought, arranging our family picture hung on a side, “And finally, I’ll go get you the justice you deserve so you can finally rest in peace. So I can be free from this guilt squeezing my heart. I don’t know if I will be here again or be joining you in the afterlife, but I want you to know that I love you, father… so damn much.”“Also…” I continue, “I’m sorry
🦪 DORA 🦪I pull down my soaked shorts and underwear, before reaching for my tank top, then I turn off the shower and head straight into the room to get something on.My dress is just like my mood, something simple yet complicated. I didn’t bother brushing my hair; I just put it in a rough bun. It’s not a bad idea to look as miserable as I feel. Without glancing at the mirror, I already know I look terrible, even wounds from the last fight I didn't treat have turned purple and ugly. I reach for the door handle, and Dale’s voice echoes in the hall. “Dora… open up, we need to talk.”I twist the doorknob, and Dale’s anxious face slowly comes into view. “Dora…” he calls, and I give him the best fake smile I can to ease his worry.“I understand now, Dale,” I murmur, and he twists his head to the side.“Understand what?”“It had to happen, it was a fair fight, and one has to die; it was unfortunate it was my father, but I think I understand now,” I blurt out. “Actually, I’ve always underst
🦪 DORA 🦪I snap my eyes open, gawking at Vengeance, who is now covered in the pool of her own blood.“No, no, no, no,” I yell, facing the LED screen. “This is not right! Something is not right, I swear!”“How?” I scream even louder, forgetting every physical pain in my body, “She didn’t break any rules. Vengeance didn’t break any rule how come she is eliminated? Why was she shot? Everything was going fine, she was going to kill me, I should be the one dead, stabbed. How was she eliminated?”The LED screen draws two separate half hearts, and the digital voice announces, “Congratulations, you have finally completed all your fights and ready to fight our top one fighter… The Reaper.”“No!” I scream in denial.🦪I walk home absolutely oblivious to my surroundings. Dale is by the door as always when I walk in, but I just walk past him towards my room, and I slam the door shut.“Dora,” his voice is muffled by the door; he’s banging, but the door reduces the effect of his banging and scre
🦪 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 🦪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 🦪Footsteps move closer to me, and I slam my eyes shut, still trying to figure out my exact location or trace the voice to the owner. One thing is for sure: there is indeed a stutter in my brain.“You ever wonder why your room clock skips five minutes every time you blink? Or why d
🦪 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







