Mina's POvFlashbackI realized that it wasn't Harver. It was a Mitos, who had taken the form of Harver. They'd gotten into my head. "You're a Mito. You're not real", I said. "Not real. Look around you, Mina. What's not real? I am what made you. I took you from the streets. Gave your family a new start. This is how you choose to repay me? "I looked around for Theresa. "No one's coming to save you. It's just you and me, Mina". The Mitos started to gather around me. I tried to move, bit it seemed as if I was stuck in place.I tried to reach for Harver.He had a smile on his face. My eyes started to close. This was the end. "Help me", he whispered. I opened my eyes furiously. It was Harver. He was there, deep down somewhere. I threw off the Mitos off my body. I reaced for Harver and dragged him off the chair. We fell, landing back in his room. I just saved Harver. I helped him off his feet. "I'm sorry ", he said. The Harver I knew six months ago wasn't thin, saggy and l
Narrator's POV Joe's house He looked at Mina, who was fast asleep. He checked that the doors were locked. He hadn't seen Emily come out since she passed them coffee. He went to the room. She was fast asleep. He secretly pulled out his phone. She turned to the other side. He kissed her forehead before leaving. He went to the kitchen. He was damn hungry. Thank God Emily had made pasta. He hurriedly dished some into a plate. "So you were hungry? ", Emily asked, walking past him. He paused. He went to a jug and turned water into a cup. "I was ". He looked at her. "What? ""You're not supposed to be dressed like that", he said. She looked at her dressing. There was nothing wrong. She was on a chemise.She gasped. "Is she... ". "No", Joe quickly defended. "That's why she was so focused on you", Emily said with a hint of jealousy. "Hey. You're jealous", Joe smiled. "No, I'm not", she said. "You've been jealous all day. Eida and now Mina". She dropped her cup. "Well, I
Narrator's POV FlashbackA young Stanning shot the bullets fro her gun asfast as they could be released. The bullets were all bullseyes. She took off her earmuffs, meant to protect her ears from the noise of her trusty pistol. Her instructor looked at her. "You have accuracy. But where does your strength come from? ", he asked her. She didn't reply. "Anger. You're angry at the world. And you're angry at criminals. So they're going to face your wrath. That is the way you want to deliver justice? ""I... just... feel... ". The rest never came out. "Anger is a motivator", her instructor said. "And with enough motivation, anyone can achieve a lot". Narrator's POVThe City, Outside the BrothelStanninf breathed, saying a short prayer. She looked at the waitress who had her eyes closed. Suddenly, she burst the car door open. Immediately she came out, she landed a shot to one's head. She sent another into his companions chest. She moved swiftly, hiding behind a car. A bullet hi
Narrator's POV Joe's HouseEida took everything she could. Her sword. Her armor. She looked at the letter Joe sent to her.There was surely going to be war. Suna. Avida. Harver Morvacain. She had to do something. And she knew just what to do. She was going to break them down. One by one. She'd have to trust Joe to deal with Harver Morvacain. Or Master Damien to deal with Suna. But she was going to take the Demon' Hunters down. She made a phone call. "Hey ". "I told you, i'm not interested". "Not interested. In the war or our mission? ""Eida, you're... ". "Slytheria. Suna is alive somewhere. And whatever he's planning is not good". "I'm not interested", Slytheria said, cutting the call. She looked out the window. Suna being alive was more of a nightmare. Where she was, he wouldn't even care if she was alive. Her mother had been over thrown by Suna. She had to do something. Something.Narrator's POV The CityMaster Damien watched as the children played under th
Narrator's POV Somewhere SecretThey looked across the large dining table, at each other.No one had said anything, and Joe hadn't touched his food. "It's means the food is bad enoughWhenever the guest won't take even a morsel", Harver Morvacain said with a smile. "Do you have a taster or something like that, because I don't trust you. You stopped my mission. I'm supposed to be looking for... ". "Violet. I know, and like Mina said she has our best men working on it". "There's something I want to know". "Dennis has worked under me for almost a decade". "So you planted him as a mole in World Track international? ""That's another perspective. I would prefer stepping blocks". "Those checks you sent through mail weren't from my employers". He smirked. The younger man was surely smart. Putting two and three together to form five wasn't really common. Harver continued his story. "When I heard you we're back from Burangar, I felt I had to make use of the opportunity that life has
Narrator's POV,The City"Norman", she moaned. He was ravaging his neck. She loved sex.Especially morning sex after a long night of sex. No, she's not a nymphomaniac. She's just one of those people who don't get satisfied easily. Now I'm defending her. She put her hand behind his neck. She didn't want him to stop kissing her neck. It kept turning her on. Someone banged the door. She pushed Norman away. "Stanning", he said panting. She groaned. His partner had special timing of spoiling their morning routine.Stanning opened the door before Norman reached the door. She looked at him from head to toe. He ushered her in, his shirt still undone. She looked around the house. Everything was in a mess. "Newbie. Couldn't find a place to settle down? ", she asked. "Actually I... ". Stanning looked at his girlfriend who came out of the room naked. "Never took you for the one who liked early mornings, newbie. Turns out your low work rate wasn't a gene problem ". "Stanning. You
Narrator's POV The City, Police StationShe pointed the gun directly at his forehead. "How long have you known? ", she asked. "I... ". "I didn't ask for a story". "Stanning, please". "Call me Dakota". "Ever since the attack in Michigan". "You've never been to Michigan". "I got in here by merit". "I know. Who sponsored it? ""I'm not supposed to say..""Maybe you should die with it", she said. "No. I mean.... ""Nuh-uh. Don't stutter. I want to hear the full story". "I can't say it here". "Okay then". She hit him with the butt of her gun. He held his bleeding nose. She handcuffed him and dragged him away. "Nothing here to see. We're just roleplaying", she said. She reached the car and forced him into the boot. The waitress from the night before rushed to him. "What kept you? "Dakota Stanning looked at her. "Have you ever kidnapped someone someone before? ""No... ". "Then shut up", she said getting into the car. She drove off like she was late for a flight. She w
Narrator's POV The City's Old Railway Station, 10pmNorman halted the car. He was super scared. But he couldn't escape . He was handcuffed to the steering wheel. He saw a car move towards him. He shifted in his heat. They could just move by and shoot him. Or crash into his mind. He was apprehensive, his hands shaking. Two men came out of the car. He watched them put their pistols into their pouches, then make their way towards him. He was scared. Stanning didn't even give him a gun. Suddenly, he heard two gunshots from the darkness. The two men were down the next minute. Stanning came out of the darkness. She rushed towards them. She'd strategically shot both them below the waist. She pressed her feet against one's gunshot wound. "Aah! ". "Who do you work for? "The second one tried to escape. "You move, I'll blow your brains". She turned her eyes back to the first one. She directed her gun at his forehead. "I already asked nicely""I won't tell you, bitch"! "She sh