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“Yeah he did. Punch straight to the face. I went down. But that is not the point. Can you delete the parts with me dragging him in?” Arnold sighed but he was still laughing a little. “I can try. The angle is bad anyway. His face never shows clear. But the timing is obvious. People will know something happened. Your scent is probably all over the place too.” “I know. Just do what you can. I cannot have this get out. Sponsors. Team. Everything.” “You are screwed a little bit my friend. But okay. Deleting what I can. Next time take your meds huh?” Arnold said. “And tell me more. Was he good? Because you sound wrecked.”

Arnold whimpered, his legs wobbling. I couldn’t look away. I felt sick and yet something deep inside me burned with a strange, dark relief. I felt a bit of happiness watching him hopeless. “Rylan…” My voice trembled. “Stop..” But his eyes, when they met mine, were not that soft anymore. It wasn’t a question of stopping, he wasn't satisfied yet. He wanted me to see exactly what happened to the people who had tried to hurt me. Arnold coughed, blood spraying his lips. “I…I was just following orders!” he choked out.

I pressed my hand on my forehead and sobbed out as much as I can. I am sorry Loveth. I am so sorry. Arnold please! Just wake up for your family. I promise I won't do that again. I promise I will come back to my right senses and I will get rid of the scary nightmares. I won't party again, not anymore. I walked into the ward. The only sound I could hear was the sound of the machine that sounded reluctantly. Arnold laid down on the bed, laid with the same powder blue colour. He was wrapped all over his head with a bandage, and some different kind of pipes passed through each holes in his body. His eyes was so calm as he shut it closed. Still so handsome even on a sick bed.

she asked with a jittery and urgent voice. “It was a success,” Christian said, making Kayla shut her eyes and exhale with deep relief. “We injected and inserted the Hydro-p chemicals neutralizer into his body, repaired his damaged organs, and replaced some. His specimens were analyzed to check for the presence of Hydro-p chemicals. The result of the analysis came out positive, the Hydro-p chemicals were neutralized within three hours.” He smiled. “Arnold is a pro.” Kayla couldn't agree more. Arnold made the Hydro-p chemicals; he also made the neutralizers. “Where is Anthony?”

The field that now held only dying grass and weeds used to be the Blackwood training ground. Ryan and I, boys then, young and reckless, had trained here until our bodies collapsed. Knuckles torn open. Blood drying on our skin. Bones bruised. Always under his watchful eye. Arnold Blackwood. Six-foot-three. Hair silver like cold steel slicked back with military precision. Charcoal-gray eyes that held nothing. Not hate, not pride. Just... vacancy. A man broad-shouldered, built like a soldier, with skin weathered from battle and years in sunless power.

“Blue was his cousin. His blood.” The room fell silent except for the hum of the air conditioner. Arnold leaned back slightly, processing everything. “This is deeper than I thought,” he whispered, a slow smile spreading across his face. “And maybe… this could work in my favor.” He smirked and reached for his shirt again. ~~~~~~~~

"You got drunk again, didn't you? Is that why you got into a fi—" "Spare me the Ted Talk, Ryker" he put up his hand and the smell of alcohol reeked even harder. "You have your way of going about things, and i have mine. You might be older, but you're not the boss of me" he tried standing still, but Arnold could barely even raise his head to look me in the eyes. The brown-haired 6'1 was drunk beyond measure.

“I wanted you to come back willingly. But you left me no choice.” “You’re insane,” I spat. “I’ll never go with you.” His eyes narrowed. “Then I’ll make you.” I opened my mouth to scream again, but his hand came up, something hard striking against my head. Pain exploded behind my eyes. The last thing I saw was his face leaning over me, smiling, as the world went black. Arnold’s POV When I got back inside the house, I expected to hear her. Some sound, even the smallest thing like footsteps, a laugh, her voice but there was Nothing.

I froze in my place and chills ran down my spine when I realise who it actually was and not Polly whom i expected. Arnold was stepping inside, dressed in a black tuxedo and hair styled backwards. He gasped when his eyes fixed on me. The eye contact sucked the breath out of me because I didn't even know if I should move or stay in my place. He was watching me as if he was in a trance, and his eyes looked fiery as if he would eat me alive. He strode towards me slowly and its hard to step backwards because his eye contact is holding me in place. As he moved closer, I realised that his eyes were scanning my body.