Jasmine. "Hey love, we are going somewhere." Joe said as his men came to assist Jasmine who seemed liveless already, she had gone through different ordeals, from being raped to being tortured all because of some little mafia deal. She was in the middle of the men. She raised her eyes that were heavy and tired. Her back was arched and curved. She didn't know how to react or what to do. Her body had marks and stretches, the torture all ended the night before but they still hurt."Dress her up nicely, she has somewhere to be and don't touch or take care of her wounds." Joe ordered. Jasmine raised her head and looked at Joe, her breathing was paced and she was naked still. She took one step after the other as she went on being assisted by two ladies.They wore her dress, she squinted and moved and made noises but she was too weak to sound or to even talk. They gave a free gown, so it wouldn't hurt her. They all read her and had pity looks. They shook their heads and they were still gent
Axel. "Why don't you come down here and let's talk?" Axel asked as he stood up and held his bat once again.'I will finish this mother , even if it's the last thing I do. He knew Jasmine would be fine and okay, but the rage that he had in him was so much that he needed more time and to deal with him properly.'"When you always disappeared with her. That is wrong, that is totally wrong." Joe said and Axel got bored. He closed his eyes and appeared where Joe was.Joe's eyes widened. His men left in seconds. He tried to grab something to defend himself with but there was nothing close or nearby."Hey, stay away. Back off." He screamed like a five year old. Axel scoffed and hit him with the bat, he glared his eyes at Joe who was being an asshole. "Oh" He coughed out blood and landed on the floor. The wires all got tangled on his hands and legs. Axel barely did anything."We will meet in hell and you will suffer more!" He threatened and hit him again with the bat, he did that over and ove
"Check the chicken in the oven!" Her mum brought her attention back to reality. Seated on the sofa with her head buried in her phone, her legs were crossed in her favorite position of a couch potato."Oh!" She stood up precipitously, she dropped her phone in seconds and headed to the kitchen. With her hair in a messy bun, she squinted her eyes and went to look at the oven and crouched. She tried to guess if the chicken was fully ready. "Are you really ready?" With her arms folded; she asked herself as though the chicken would reply."Oh will you stop the shenanigans and set the dinner table?" Her mum said with a crooked nose."Oh, this isn't shenanigans. I was just making sure it was really ready, I don't want it half done at all!" Jasmine unwrapped her arms and did the x sign."Yeah, like it's one of your soon to be patients right?" Her mum smiled as she made reference to Jasmine being a psychologist even if she hadn't gotten a job yet, she could see how serious her daughter was."
She closed her eyes and shivers, her breath was cut short. Not a thought was in her mind. Her world shattered into pieces “Mum!” She yelled out, the moment she heard the gunshot, her body was filled with the splashes of her mum’s blood.Mum! She cried out for the second time.‘Why did you shoot her?” The robber who was holding Jasmine lost his grip as she ran to her mum; she couldn’t explain where the strength came from. Her lifeless mum was on the table, her eyes were closed. Jasmine ran up to her ignoring the robbers as though they couldn’t kill her in seconds. “Why did you kill her?” The robber asked his fellow, unexpected and unplanned, what the gunshot was. “She made me angry! Are you not angry? We wasted so much gas and energy on the likes of them and you don’t want me to exert my anger. Are you fucking insane?”He stomped his foot and pointed the gun to Jasmine’s mum.“We don’t take lives, you wasted her. Even if we kidnapped her we would have made some money!” His fellow e
JasmineJasmine got home late, around 11pm. The bus night ride was like yesterday, the day before that and the day before that, everyday since her mother died, she never entered the car, it reminded her of her mum the most, it was a birthday gift from her mum, even if it was a hand me down from her own father to her mother then to her. It still felt illegal to ride in it.It carried so much history and memories, like the stains of coffee from the first time she and her mum went to a burger hut. Or the shaky seat belt that made funny noises whenever she tried to use it, or how she and her mum would dance to the old cassette music from the late 90's. It was their own bonding time and she hated how much it hung around her even after her death. She was supposed to move on but no one is teaching her how to.She walked on the stairs slowly, her hair was in a messy bun not the kind that is intentional, her jeans seemed unwashed for months. Her top had stains; coffee stains not from yesterda
“Who are you?” Jasmine asked with fear surging through her. This man before her looked nothing like anything good. If you judged by his multiple tattoos and the soft faraway look on his face, Jasmine felt like taking the easy way out of her apartment. His features looked soft but it was doing more of scaring her than making her actually calm. She didn’t want to die just like her mom.Her carelessness and forgetfulness was the reason her mum and this might be her fate too. Instead of answering her question, he takes time to tear apart the rose flower he was holding. He removed each petals with a soft smile and he hummed to a tune Jasmine has never heard before. The sound was soft and calming, something she hadn’t felt in months.“Call me peace, I bring that to people.” He said softly and she scoffed. If someone covered in tattoos could preach peace, then the men that killed her mom could be mistaken as popes. He didn’t find her scoff amusing so he continued ripping apart the flowers.
"Oh shit." Axel muttered as soon as he looked into her eyes. He saw how dilated her eyes were. In seconds he saw himself.His wings! He gritted his teeth and shook his head, his veins grew and popped out. "What's going on?"The sky turned red immediately. "Shit" He grunted and placed his tongue in his teeth, he held a fist immediately.."Why am I twitching?" He pondered to himself while he ignored Jasmine. He knew his powers were acting up but he didn't know why or what caused it.Axel had never been this dumbfounded, at least not since the first time that he found out about his wings. He finally paid attention to Jasmine.He saw how she staggered and paused. Her words failed her, her mouth moved but not a word came out."Fuck!" He growled.Axel closed his eyes and calmed his nerves. He took his breath slowly, at that moment his wings disappeared.He sighed for relief and looked at Jasmine. Speechless and horrified. Jasmine didn't know how to feel, she had terror written all over her
"Oh my God!" Jasmine shrieked and her phone fell on her face. She didn't feel as she normally would; depressed. She was plain.She closed her eyes immediately and opened them back, stupefied at the man who appeared in front of her. She sighed for relief."Yes, this night can't get crazier, I am definitely still drunk Jasmine!"Jasmine said out loud as she stood up and nodded her head, she had an empty beer in her hand."What are you doing here? Can't you use the door?" Jasmine who was unfazed with him stated as she pointed at the door. She wore a pair of bunny slippers that weren't there before, she looked at the pair oddly. "These weren't here before!" She tilted her head as she wiggled them on her foot."I am definitely drunk." Jasmine said as she sat on her bed, she gulped the empty bottle. She hissed at the fact that not a single drop came out."So, Mr- uh" She stammered as she tried to remember the name of the man in front of her."Hades" Axel replied to her when he read her, he