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I frowned and tried my best to release one. “I really want to but I am not able to cry. Is there something wrong in me?” I asked them. “We don’t know. Why are you looking at us blankly?” Nikki asked frowning. I didn’t reply but I turned around to see that the Moon is still red. It felt like I can’t look at it anymore and then I saw light coming from the Aman’s room. I immediately closed the blinds and said “These are not to be opened at all.” “Pia! Talk to us.” Nikki said stopping me from going near the bed.

She wanted to scream but no voice will come out on her mouth. Then the Badblood raised her arm and put it on Rila's shoulder. Her touch was ice cold and then the world vanished again, devoured by darkness. The light came back in a second and she found herself standing on the village ground. It took her eyes a few moment to clear her vision. The Badblood girl was gone and everything around her was in flames and smoke. All the cabins were burning and dead bodies scattered on the bloody ground. Everyone were crying and running but there was no sound she could hear.

Then blackness. Shit. I finally come to the realization that I was taken. I test my body for injury, but find only old scars and working limbs. I feel no pain, but I cannot escape the icy bite of the marble. I look around for my bag and I find it thrown in a corner of the tomb I have found myself in. I remove the clothes and dress myself in layers. I warm myself enough to stop shaking and I find myself fatigued from my shivers.

The curfew and ethical massacres were a sure sign that it was only a codified piece in a paper. “Positions!” sounded a soldiers voice while the men took their flanks ready to open fire on the preyed souls. I continued staring at all which unfolded in my eyes. Papa stared at me for the first time, nodded his head and gave a brief smile. I could feel the tears lurking around my eyelids. “Fire!” My heart beat increased almost taking off to another world, the loud cohoots of the bullets came tearing through all parts of my body sending chills and shivers around my veins.

“Hurry up.” I stared down at them, transfixed, watching as the blood seeped out of their lifeless bodies. It was the longest I’d gotten to look at Six’s meticulous and deadly handiwork. It was the first time in weeks I was reminded how ruthless and savage he was. “Come on.” My hands shook as I blindly reached for my purse, his book bag, and suitcase. The ground seemed uneven beneath my feet as I dragged the suitcase behind me. At the threshold I glanced down at the bodies surrounding the entrance.

I stared wide-eyed as it took hold of my arm, squeezing tightly until I could feel the coldness of its fingers piercing my bones. "YOUR BLOOD IS MINE!" it roared. "I WILL TAKE EVERY OUNCE OF YOUR LIFE! YOU ARE WEAK AND PATHETIC! YOU ARE MY KEY TO THEM! ONCE I HAVE YOU, THEY WILL ALL FALL. I WILL END THEM ALL!" It's deep voice raved, pricking at every cell of my body, turning it into stone so I could not escape. I could not fight back.... it had me.... it had me choking on all of my fear.

No one has found the bodies yet, though, so theres still a lingering hope out there that they're alive. I sigh as I crawl under the thick quilt, flicking on the lamo beside me as I pull out my latest find at Barnes and Nobels: The Winter Garden by the famous Kristin Hannah. This woman's books are truly amazing. Then, after an hour long reading session, I find my eyes beginning to shut against my will, so I set down the book on the bedside table and shut off the lamp. ~ The next morning...

The photo was taken during Anna’s first date with Havoc; the only one left after he asked his secretary to burn every picture of her. “Where did you get that?” he asked through a message. She can see the burning fire in his eyes. Why? Is he that mad at Sunny or there's a deeper reason behind it. “I borrowed it from Klode in the meantime. He’s the detective in charge of your case.” “Burn that to hell!” “I can’t. This is an item of evidence.” “Burn it!” Sunny saw how his lips moved but no sound came out from them. The more she makes him angry, the more he becomes stubborn.

She seemed flustered, but she remained proud as she declared, "Noelle, how dare you hit me! I will never let you get away with this!" Smiling, I knelt beside her. "Very well. Don't accuse me of picking on you—call whoever you want, I'll be waiting right here. I'm eager to see how you'll get back at me!" Irina shot me a ferocious glare. Struggling to get back on her feet, she made a call. "Hey, look into someone for me. I want to kill her with my own hands! Her name's Noelle Sawyer, a black wolf… What do you mean you found nothing, you piece of trash?"

It was as thick as a dictionary and soaked with dried blood. “This is everything I gathered. All the smuggling networks, informant lists, and money trails in South America,” Anna said, meeting my eyes, her voice ringing with conviction. “This is my tribute. My proof that I’ve earned my place.” I opened the blood-soaked ledger. The pages were filled with dense, handwritten notes, each one a testament to unimaginable brutality. I closed the book and looked up at the reborn warrior before me. The selfish girl who only knew how to take had died in that motel. Standing here now was a blade forged in fire.