ICE’S POV:
I was just looking out the window here in our classroom boringly. I inhale every air that touches my cheeks since I'm not listening to our professor’s discussion. I glanced at the blackboard and saw that Science is our current subject. I rolled my eyes and looked back at the window since I already know all of these lessons so I don't need to listen to them anymore.
I was in the middle of contemplation when Kiana tapped me softly. I immediately looked at her coldly so she averted her eyes a bit and pointed something ahead.
I slowly looked in the direction she was pointing, only to find that our professor was looking at me while glaring her eyes at me and his face was already red in anger. I raised my eyebrows at him coldly and he gritted his teeth. What is the problem with this person?
"Miss Velez! Answer my fucking question now!" He screams towards me. Psh, what a stupid move.
I mentally rolled my eyes and sighed, "Okay sir, I will answer your fucking question but please, don't shout because it's irritating." I slouched lazily on my chair and looked at him boringly. His jaw tightened because of my behavior.
"If you failed to answer my questions, you can now go out because we don't need students here that are not participating in my own class." He said in a calm tone but the restraint was still obvious and the atmosphere turned stiff. The surroundings became quiet and everyone was obviously waiting for my next move. I smiled, he wants to challenge me in this field? Well, let's see.
"Okay. You may now ask sir." I told him which made him sneered and looked at me seriously.
"What does the meteorologist study?" He asked. I shook my head in disappointment, it was so easy. Tsk, isn't there anything hard there?
I rolled my eyes before answering. "Weather or atmosphere."
"Which type of bomb was invented by Edward Teller and Stanislaw Ulam in 1952?"
"Fusion," I answered boringly and lazily crossed my arms.
“What can you say about the specific issues in science and technology?”
“As we all know, science and technology brought advancement and many benefits to us starting from health care, agriculture, environment, communication and many more were being helped and improved by science and technology. It has also become part of our lives that we cannot let go of since life became easier and more convenient. Just imagine how fast your message can travel through using social media as well as seeking knowledge if you want something to know and discover through using the internet. And it wasn’t just an imagination but reality. However, everything has its own benefits and problems that should be faced by people. Every action that we are doing every day has a great impact on the future so instead of focusing on the positive effects of science and technology, everyone must prepare and address its aftermath as well.” I answered confidently.
He frowned, "Who considers the father of psychoanalysis?" He asked again.
"Sigmund Freud," I answered emotionlessly. “Anything else?” I asked back. All my classmates were just looking at us and some of them even tried to make a video about this but I didn't care. Some are even looking at us excitedly as if they were looking at some kind of interesting show.
He glared at me, “Discuss the reasons for studying science, technology, and society.” He spat while trying not to burst out again.
I rolled my eyes and glared at the guy beside me who was just looking at me while smiling faintly while resting his chin on his hand. He seems interested in my own embarrassment. I frowned and turned my attention back to our professor after a few seconds. Gosh, is that all? I secretly smiled and pretended I was having a hard time answering.
"I think you don't know." He mumbled and smiled faintly at me. "You can now go out, Miss Velez." He added as if he already won against me.
I smirked and stood up. "I'm not yet done, sir," I told him calmly.
"What do you…" I cut his words before he could ask me and opened my mouth coldly.
“Well, people really should study science and technology as well as a society because everyone must be knowledgeable enough to answer the problems of our world. In today's world, technologies, information, and science are essential. To comprehend current postmodernism culture, we must first grasp whether social, cultural, and technical factors affect the emergence of future behaviors, fresh modes of thinking, and institutional arrangements. This will come in handy for us. This also aids in the organization of our everyday routines, allowing us to complete our tasks more quickly. It makes it easier to access information with people and for us to learn more and comprehend various cultural practices. Aside from that, it aids border merging, democratic participation, and rational reasoning in the curriculum. Graduates in this discipline contribute to the understanding of corporate accountability and ethical behavior.” I answered without even blinking.
His eyes widened, "How did you know that?" He asked with a shocked expression because I know that he hasn't discussed those things yet.
I smirk proudly, "Because I'm awesome." I answered with a smile and then looked at my wristwatch. I took my bag and then walked to the door with all the eyes gazing at me while that guy just looked at me amusingly.
"Miss Velez, where are you going?" He asked in an annoyed tone. I faced him then raised my left fist. I saw the surprise of my classmates but I just ignored it.
"One." I show my pinky finger.
"Two." Revealing my ring finger.
"Three." Revealing my middle finger.
"Four." Revealing my index finger. I smiled then showed my thumb saying, "Five." I mumbled and turned around.
"Bye, sir!" I told him coldly at the same time as the bell suddenly rang.
I rolled my eyes and smirked triumphantly before I continued walking down the hallway. I was about to go to the music room when I passed by near the principal's office.
I was about to continue walking when I suddenly halted because of what I heard.
"The girl is still alive." A male voice sounded calm. I came a little closer to hear more of what they were talking about and pretended that I was looking at the sky instead of gossiping.
"I know about the boy, I'm going to make him follow the people I killed before." Someone said in a woman's voice with a hint of seriousness on it.
My eyebrows furrowed when I realized that it was the voice of the principal. Tsk, I am actually right when I say that there is something wrong with this place.
"Are you sure? What if they find out?" The man asked.
"I don’t care! Their family deserves to die, all of them!" The woman shouted angrily. "I'll make sure that their son will die as well after I find that girl." She added and I can feel the anger from her tone. She even emphasizes every word she says.
"It's up to you. I'm leaving." The man said so before they caught me, I continued walking away and pretended to have just passed without knowing anything. When I was already away, I sighed and furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. Who is the person they are looking for? I sighed and looked straight ahead coldly. Whoever that is, I am going to know all of it soon.
ICE’S POV:"Mommy!" I heard History's excited voice echoing through the house, and I couldn't help but smile. I knew he, along with his dad, Iciest, and his brother, Chronicles, were eagerly waiting for me and our little angel, Legend. With a fond shake of my head, I anticipated History's imminent arrival in the room that Iciest and I shared.I glanced at my 2-year-old daughter, her vibrant violet and green eyes meeting mine. She had inherited those striking eyes from me. Gently, I dressed her in a beautiful blue dress, carefully placing a delicate white flower tiara on her head before braiding her hair. It was a marvel to think about the journey that had led to this point—after everything that had transpired, the unexpected gift of another baby had caught Iciest and me by surprise. Recollecting a past conversation with my two older children about their desire for a third sibling once their parents reunited (which, unbeknownst to me at the time, referred to me and Iciest), I had decid
ICE’S POV:As my arms encircled him, I could feel his body tremble beneath my touch. It was clear that his façade was cracking and that the tough exterior he tried to project was giving way to the pain he held within. I gently turned him to face me, his tear-streaked face a testament to the battle raging inside him."It's going to be alright, brother," I murmured, my voice a steady anchor amidst the storm of his emotions. I held his gaze, willing him to believe my words. "Your sister will not leave you again." His eyes, usually so guarded, seemed to soften with a glimmer of hope as our connection deepened.Yet, as we stood there locked in our embrace, something shifted in Grayson. His defenses crumbled, and the floodgates he had erected against his feelings began to open. The sound of his sobs, raw and heartbreaking, reached my ears, and I felt a pang in my chest. This was his pain, his vulnerability laid bare, and I was honored that he chose to share it with me.Tears welled up in my
ICE’S POV:Guns were drawn, tension hung thick in the air, and it seemed like a standoff was about to erupt, but amidst the pointed weapons, only Zia and I stood without weapons, locked in a chilling gaze. With a wry smile, Zia's voice slithered forth, her words carrying a mocking tone: "Well, isn't this a cozy gathering? Traitors' offspring all grown up. What a delight."My response wasn't as amusing as hers. I fixed her with a cold stare, my voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "Why drag me, my brother, and those who matter to me into this? What's the point of involving us in the tangled mess our parents made that wasn’t our problems in the first place?"Zia's laughter rippled, a bitter melody in the midst of the charged atmosphere. She fired back, her tone dripping with sarcasm, "Oh, come on. Did you really expect me to roll out the red carpet for you just because your parents are the culprits and it doesn’t include you?"I didn't grace her question with an immediate ans
THIRD PERSON’S POV:On the other side, "Calvin, Travor, and Kiana reached the main entrance, spotting guards converging on the control room."Calvin whispered, "We're not too late. Let's go."They engaged the guards in a swift and calculated skirmish, taking them down one by one with a combination of martial prowess and precision.Travor took down a guard as he whispered, "Marcus and Jerry must be in trouble. We have to hurry."Kiana knocked out a guard as she mumbled, "Agreed. Let's clear the way."On the other side, Alfer, John, and Daryl pressed forward, their movements fluid as they navigated the dimly lit corridor.Alfer checked the corners as he mumbled, "Keep pushing. We're almost there."Suddenly, a group of guards rounded the corner, spotting the infiltrators.John smirked as he mumbled, "Looks like we've got a welcoming committee."Daryl cracked his knuckles as he muttered, "Let's give them a taste of our skills."A fierce battle ensued as the infiltrators clashed with the g
THIRD PERSON’S POV:The group wasted no time, moving with calculated precision. Zee sat hunched over a bank of monitors, fingers dancing across the keyboard as lines of code scrolled across screens along with Taylor.Arthur leaned against the wall, his gaze fixed on the surveillance feed showing the imposing structure of Zia's base across the street. Luke tinkered with a small device on the table, his earbuds plugged in as he kept an ear on the team's communication while Jaycel was just on the side watching them.Zee muttered to herself, "Alright, I've patched into their security network. I can see the guards patrolling the perimeter."Arthur replied, "Keep an eye on the guards' patterns. We don't want any surprises."Luke nodded his head with a sighed as he mumbled, "I've got the signal jammers set up. Their comms won't be working."Meanwhile, outside the hotel, Zian smiled as he happily said it into his earpiece as he lured the guards. "Hey, have you guys heard about that new virtua
ICE’S POV:Inside, an ensemble of guards stationed throughout offered their respectful greetings. It was a familiar routine, and their commitment to our children's protection never wavered.Venturing deeper, we were met with a heartwarming sight. On the couch, our two children were engrossed in their tablets, undoubtedly lost in the world of their game company—an endeavor they had taken upon themselves.My throat gave a subtle cough as we entered their line of sight. In response, their heads snapped up in a mixture of surprise and sheer delight.The room was alive with a sort of controlled chaos. I watched as History hopped off the sofa with a reckless enthusiasm that sent a pang of worry through me. His father's voice, laced with pure concern, rumbled like a soothing undertone, "Be careful, baby!"Chronicles, his older brother, didn't hold back either. His words came out in a stern, almost icy tone, but beneath that frostiness, concern flickered like a hidden flame: "Slow down, Histo
CALVIN’S POV:Meanwhile, Grayson sat alongside Zee, the enigmatic figure responsible for the intricate hacking that fortified Ice's group. Learning that Zee led the faction known as Antares stunned everyone, even Arthur and Luke, cyber experts themselves, who had worked under her leadership for so long. I made a mental note to uncover the backstory behind Grayson and Zee's connection when the timing was right.Other than Ysabelle, Taylor, and Arthur, who were already acquainted, the rest of the newcomers had just arrived this morning. The dynamics in the room were captivating—a mix of camaraderie and curiosity, like a puzzle waiting to be solved.Amidst the hum of conversations, what puzzled me was the trio from Jaycel's team; their gaze was locked onto Travor. He remained unfazed by their judgmental stares, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. He seemed impervious to their scrutiny as he goaded the mother of his child, her simmering anger evident yet contained.Within this intrica
ICIEST’S POV:Her response carried a scoff, her voice tinged with humor despite the situation: "I'm keeping it in check. You know me, I've got this. We're nearly at your location, so sit tight."A frown creased my brow, her words stirring a different kind of unease. Swiftly, I retorted, "Don't play it down too much. I'll be waiting right here, wife. Just get back safely."The tension in the air was thick as I clenched my fist, waiting for her response. The seconds felt like an eternity until her voice finally broke through the silence."I will," she replied, her words hanging in the air like a promise. The call ended, leaving me with a mixture of relief and uncertainty.As the call ended, I turned my gaze to Grayson, who seemed to release a breath he had been holding. There was a tension in the air that still lingered, but some of it seemed to ease with his reaction.Calmly, I advised, "Let's give them a few minutes. They should be arriving soon."My prediction wasn't off, as mere mom
GRAYSON’S POV:I nodded, my exhale carrying the weight of my anxiety. Just when it seemed like the call would go unanswered once more, I glanced at my sister, her expression unwaveringly frosty.My hope was fading, and desperation clawed at me, but then, miraculously, someone picked up the call. It took every ounce of restraint not to burst into a jubilant shout—a reaction completely out of character for me.I had never been one to wear my emotions on my sleeve, nor did I usually indulge in sentimentality. My demeanor was typically as chilly as a winter breeze, and my interactions with others were marked by detached professionalism.But in the face of recent events, my perspective has shifted. I had come to realize that I was no longer an island, no longer alone. Their well-being had become paramount to me, and I would do anything to keep them safe from harm.As soon as Calvin answered the call, I hit the loudspeaker button, ensuring Ice and Iciest could listen in on our conversation.