Vecna Victims Novels & Stories

Selena cried, hugging Anaya tightly. “Don’t cry, mummy,” Anaya’s little voice said. I had missed hearing that voice so much. “Mummy is not crying, I just have dirt in my eyes,” Selena said while quickly wiping her tears. “We should all get out of here,” Leonard said. I breathed out loudly. Finally, we were safe. The victims were not taken to the main part of town. We had them stay in one of the old mansions since it was already late at night and there was no way they could find their way back.

“That could be a crack in their armor. He might be the key. But to reach him, we’ll have to get our hands dirty.” Vania drew in a long breath, exhaled slowly. The trembling in her hands hardened into a fist atop the blanket. “All this time I’ve been nothing but a pawn. Devandra accused me, the media smeared me, and the kidnappers treated my life like a bargaining chip. I’m done being used.” Arga waited, listening. “I won’t run anymore. I don’t want to sit in some corner while you do all the fighting. If those system logs are the real evidence, then I’m going with you. I want to see their filthy games exposed with my own eyes.”

Sera said. “Four hundred and thirty people. Named. Forty-six years after the harm began. The precision is owed for the complete period. Always.” Vivienne held the line. “She is twenty-three years old. She comes from a farming community in Burkina Faso. She said she printed it because it described what she came to learn.” Sera looked at the photograph on the wall. A twenty-three-year-old in Accra had carried Helena’s sentence from a six-year-old’s notebook across a border because it described what she came to learn.

"Message from Emily Wales says 'Hannah, it's me Emily, you need to stop it, Alex got to you. I can't live anymore. I am pregnant and I have HIV. I'm sorry, I'm tired. I'm on the school roof and I'm going to God now. Goodbye forever' "Evidence four, the list" she said. "They are five names underlined here. One, Alex. Two, Chris. Three, Henry. Four, Chase. Five, Miles. Thirty eight girls under Alex name. Twenty nine girls under Chris. Twenty two girls and boys under Henry. Nineteen girls under Chase. One girl under Miles which is Victoria Stevens" she tells the judge. "Evidence five, the victims. Victim one, come in" she called. Samantha Lutheran came and walked to the stand. "Samantha Luthera

Her body stretched and stiffened, and then she flapped twice like a fish. When he was done, he laid her down and said, “She’s from the Blow-Wow Pack in Bolivia. Her mind is a bit frazzled.” The warrior ran up to me with a brown shirt to cover the rogue. I took it and Venus and Azara helped me to dress her. Undoubtedly, she was traumatized. Valen stood straight. He rubbed his chin as he went deep into his thoughts. “It’s okay. We’re not going to hurt you.” I comforted the scared woman as she stared blankly into my eyes.

The headlines had done half the work for them. “Children Used in Human Experimentation—Criminal Empire Exposed” “Interpol Investigates Lucrezia Vitale for War Crimes” “Unknown Operatives Leak Footage of Underground Labs” And though the footage was grainy, the image of a bloodied woman leading half-starved children out of a metallic hellhole had gone viral. Sera Vale had become something else. A myth. A ghost of vengeance. And yet, she was very real as she stood at the Vault’s command deck, fingers curled around the edge of the conference table, eyes rimmed with exhaustion but sharp as ever.

Vetta was almost screaming, "Being sorry can never erase the suffering! The pain! And yes, I hate you! I hate you so much, it's so suffocating for me!" Danika reared back like she slapped her. "You have any idea what he did to me? Your father!? The rapes...!? The beatings...!? The whippings....!? The workloads!? Do you have any idea what he did to me!?" Angry tears filled Vetta's eyes and overflowed as she shouted, "Your father caused me to have two miscarriages under heavy beatings and rapes! And now—"

Two were rape victims, three were victims of human trafficking, two were sold by their drunkard family members in the prostitution house from where they were rescued and one was once gifted to Victor by his partner. From her talks I got to know that she is also a rape victim. She told me her story, how she was raped, how she lost her family, how she was rescued, about her coma and about her joining the mafia, all with a smile. After listening to her only one thought came to my mind, she is strong..........really strong.

VALENTINA My body is still broken from Mordaunt's captivity. Silver burns on my wrists. Psychological scars from watching my mother's execution footage. Trauma that will take years to heal. But I'm not sitting this out. I strap on weapons. Silver knife. Stakes. UV flashlight. Everything I need to kill vampires. Around me, other female fighters are arming. We're not the majority but we're not insignificant either. Fifteen women out of fifty-two fighters. Almost a third.

I will work nonstop to bring Valentino and who ever the fuck helped him in this attack to their knees before the women they turned me into They will scream out the name Qiabla as they beg for mercy while I cut, burn and maim their Besh until their hearts stop beating "FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVE LOST SOME ONE FROM YOUR ANTORAGE PLEASE NOTE THAT WE WILL BE HELPING IN THEIR COST OF BARRIEL" IR'S the least I can do for the loved ones of the men lost here today. "AS FOR THE MEN WHO BELONG TO NEITHER OF OUR GROUPS, THEY WILL BE TAKEN CARE OF AND DESPOSED OF PROPERLY" Vic finishes then hand me a glass of water while leading me to a chair. "You did so fucking good doll I'm so proud of you, but you do