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 POVParisMina looked out the window of the airplane. She was hungry. Not for food. But for a life. She was tired of being used. Harver Morvacain had degraded her role in recent years. She had gone from daughter to a deal broker. That meant no sleep. And a lot of conscience because she had to deceive her partnerships. Pretty much all their partnerships were of deceptive nature. The plane landed. She took off her earpods. Hell. She was going to make a partner. She'd never let him before. She wondered what he'd look like. She put on her protection ring. The last time she forgot, Lord Baron nearly found her out. The bodyguards escorted her to the limo. Harver was screw that she'd run away. It was his fault. He was backstabbing everybody.He felt superior to everyone. There was only way to forget about this. Since she was in Paris, she could meet Genevieve. She actually believe she was smiling. Gen was the only person who made her feel like herself. Maybe that was th

Narrators POVProfessor winced as he felt the blade pierced his flesh. "I warned you not to go after him", she nagged. He was older than her.The pain he felt anytime he let Arilla take a little part of his soul was unbearable."He's been looking out the window", she whispered. His house keeper was a gossip. "I'm done", she announced. "Done? I... "The fire made contact with the knife wound she'd just created. He winced, holding onto the table with all his might. Sweat gathered at his forehead. What he had to go through everytime. He couldn't go behind Harver and ask for the Medic's help. She was finally done. She used his shirt to mop his sweat, then left with it. He took the clean shirt she kept for him and wore it. He made his way to where David was, in his wheelchair. "How do you feel? ", he asked David. "I don't know". "I do. You want to kill Luther. But we have a deal""Luther is the reason why I'm in this mess. He soile everything friom me. And you're telling me n

Narrator's POV She'd gone full snake. And he'd gone full hellhound. The heat around them was enough to melt steel. She'd caused it, throwing flame after flame from her mouth. He'd absorbed all of it. She was scared for him. She was the twin who didn't normally express her feelings but deep down, she knew she had a soft spot for him. Loved him even. If he continued, he was going to burn his body. And Ankha would blame her. She transformed back into her human form. "Luther". They looked at each other, his crimson eyes wanting nothing more than to kill her. "I know what happened", she said. He calmed a bit, his eyes returning to normal. "She used to love you. But then, someone poisoned your mind about hee, so you tried to force her to late with you so she wouldn't go free". His Demon Essence started to dissipate. "Thank you", he said falling to his knees. That was all he wanted to know. He wasn't at fault. "Thank you ", he mustered. She nodded. "You fed her too much neg

Narrator's POV The City, HospitalDavid remained in the receptionist wing. 'What were the police doing here? ', he thought. He wasn't scared, but someone could recognize him. He was supposed to carry out his work in secrecy. It was funny- he couldn't walk a few hours ago. And now he was plotting revenge. He'd gone of the hospital a crippled. And now he was well again. His body ached to use the power the Professor had gifted him. He'd always seeked to achieve supernatural power. And now he had it. It was just beginning of his ambition. He was going to tear down everything. His ears picked up the conversation between the police officers. They were very far from him, but his new found abilities at his disposal. "The whole city is crazy. A mansion exploded. Stanning's resigned. And now there's a rumor that there's a virus spreading". He shook his head. He wasn't one for gossip. He turned to see the receptionist smiling at him. He put his cap on his head and focused his eyes