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ᴀᴠɪʟᴀ

The blond guy brings us to an underbridge. Azrael looks over at him, "Ronan, come on. You don't have to listen to my dad like some slave."

The blond guy, Ronan, shakes his head laughing, "you don't get it. I'm not a slave- we're a family."

The underbridge is covered with red painted flags on the walls.

Ronan looks over at the tatted face, "Smith, open the door." He says pointing at the large metal door with graffiti on it, it waits for us to enter.

Then a growl rips from behind us, we all spin around and there is a creature standing at least 10 feet away from us.

Smith and Ronan raise their guns, but they're both jammed. I look back at Azrael and we both kick off down the street.

I look back as I grab for Azraels hand, the monster lunges itself at tatted face, Smith. Smith screams sending chills down my spine.

"Get back here!" Ronan yells after us, I look back again and notice Ronan chasing us, and running from the creature at the same time.

Smith bleeds from his mouth and runs quickly after us, at the same speed as the creature.

Ronan turns back and shoots the creature finally, it hits the floor as we turn down into an alley but we are met with a dead end.

"Shit," I shout.

Azrael points up to the fire escape ladder, "up!" He says.

He steps onto a ledge at the side of the building and pulls the ladder down, it screeches through the silence.

"Azrael get over here!" Ronan yells I climb up the ladder quickly, as Azrael steps onto the ladder Ronan rushes down the alley to Azrael. I turn around my ponytail whipping through the air. Ronan grabs his leg yanking him down.

"Rael!" I shout.

Azrael hits the floor and quickly kicks Ronan in the chest making Ronan fly back, Ronan jumps back up and aims his gun at Azrael.

"Shoot me." Azrael says smirking, "my dad will kill you."

I notice Smith standing at the end of the alley, blood pours out his mouth, I notice his chest is all bloody too.

I grab my dagger out my other black combat boot and leap off the fire escape aiming directly for Ronan.

I jump off in front of him making Ronan fall onto the floor, he drops the gun and Azrael swipes it up. I climb on top of him and put the blade of the dagger to Ronan's throat.

"Shit," Ronan whispers.

"Now, we're gonna leave." I declare.

"Vila," Azrael says aiming the gun at Smith, whose laugh is a mixture of coughs. He's turning.

I look up at Smith who begins running at me, Azrael pulls the trigger but all it does is click, he presses over and over but nothing.

"Avila move out the way," Azrael warns me.

I stand half way up and Smith runs straight over Ronan, pushing me to the floor, and knocking the air out my chest. The dagger flies out of my hand.

Smith climbs atop me. I look up, as he quickly grabs my hair and pulls my head up and then slams my head back down. I wince in pain and try to pry his hands off.

Azrael runs over to me but Ronan stands up and pushes him away, then Ronan throws a punch at Azrael.

Smith's tattoos are the least creepy thing about him now, his eyes turn fully black like a fog of darkness covering the light.

The blood from his mouth drips onto my face. I knee him in the groin, he grunts and I'm able to slide away from him. I then kick him in the face, but still, he jumps back on top of me.

Then his face starts ripping and stretching, oozing and bubbling as it enlarges in places, his teeth start to fall out as new ones grow in.

I shout at Azrael, "he's turning!"

My heart rate begins to speed up. I keep my mouth shut trying to avoid his blood from dripping into my mouth.

I look over at Ronan who has the dagger now at Azraels throat.

I shake my legs trying to get him off of me, I punch at his face but nothing works. Smith raises his hand, his fingers growing into sharp claws.

"STOP!" A voice yells, then a gunshot rips through the air directly at Smiths head above me. Black blood splatters everywhere. All over my face. Chunks of his head fall on me.

Smith's life leaves quickly just like he turned. His body drops onto me, and I squirm out from underneath him trying to not throw up.

I look at Ronan who still has my dagger against Azraels throat, "Boss lemme kill him!" Ronan shouts.

Azrael's nose is bleeding, he rolls his eyes as Ronan pretends to do something.

"Stop." The man, who I assume is the boss repeats.

The boss walks over to me and helps me up, "you're okay?" He asks.

I nod and run over to Azrael as Ronan walks away, he pulls me into a hug.

"Azrael?" The boss says we both turn to him.

"Dad," Azrael responds.

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ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴛʜᴇᴅᴇʀᴀʟ
sᴀsʜᴀ

"Who moved my gun! Like always, I put it right next to me. Which one of you idiots touched it?!" Devon bellows, his voice echoing in the cathedral.

Vanessa taps his shoulder, "babe relax, you probably moved it."

I fidget with the rifle on my lap and look around for Azrael- oh and Avila.

"Why are you messing with the gun Sasha when you can't even use it?" Devon says to me laughing, I ignore him.

"Jeremiah, have you seen Azrael and Avila?" I ask their bags and guns still here.

Jeremiah shakes his head no, and puts his bookbag on, "get ready, we fell asleep, and we are wasting time."

"They're gone," Vanessa says.

"Really?" I ask, standing up, "you think they are in trouble?"

Delilah joins in dancing as she puts on her jacket, "Nope! I'm sure they are just having some sensual alone time!" She says giggling.

Devon nods and points at her, "true."

"No, he doesn't like her like that haha," I say biting my lip, and putting on my bookbag.

"No, they were taken." Micah says, "I think it was the same guys who took my papa! They hit Avila she fell on the floor and then they left."

I look over at Jeremiah worried, "did you see where they went?" Jeremiah asks.

Micah nods.

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ᴀᴠɪʟᴀ

The boss and Ronan bring us back to the underbridge where we enter the metal graffiti door, straight into a red hallway, with a black ceiling. It matches their clothing.

Empty picture frames in all sizes align the walls.

The black ceiling has white lights shining down from it.

They have electricity and heat. How do they have light? Solar panels? Generator?

As Ronan forces us both down the hallway, I look into a huge room where a guy in a red jacket sits on the bed and a girl in a white dress closes the door. I look back forward.

They bring us to a hall where a door with beads hanging in the threshold is the only room there. The boss enters first and walks down a long black carpet to a huge chair at the wall, overlooking the entire room. A throne. He sits on it, and a blank red flag hangs above him.

Ronan forces us both on our knees. An older woman in a black dress with 2 guards and 2 girls in white dresses enter the room straight over to me.

"Dad, you're gonna ink her?" Azrael says trying to get to his feet but another guard pulls him down.

"I'm your boss." The boss says smiling at him, "this girl you brought, she will get us so many more traders. So thank you for this gift."

I look over at Azrael confused, "wait, what?"

Is this place what I think it is. The girls in the white dress look spotless, no stains, no dirt, and both their hair are cut to their shoulders. Different colored skin, but they are made to look the same.

The woman in the black dress holds a moistened cloth then bends next to me as she cleans my neck, I try to move away but the guards hold me in place.

This is exactly the place I think it is.
A ring. Azrael used to live in a ring.

"This will hurt a little." The older woman in black says I notice her wrinkles of stress, her white hair tied into a messy bun.

I look up at the girls in the white silk dress that sway past their knees, they have a black solid thick line around their neck, like a choker.

The woman places a metal cuff around my neck as I try to pull myself away, she closes it to fit my neck and presses a button on it.

I shake my head, "no." I whisper.

I'm going to be inked. That's how you're able to know who- and who isn't in the sex profession.

"The ladies of pleasure earn great trades." The older woman says, "my name is Lady Beth."

I reach up to remove the cuff, then the heat kicks in like it's burning my skin.

"Why are you doing this?" I say as I grit my teeth. I squeeze my eyes shut in pain.

"Dad! Are you serious, I thought we were just gonna talk! Why ink?" Azrael shouts.

The boss laughs, and the first tear rolls down my cheek, then another.

"You brought me a gift. Now she's one of my girls." The Boss says.

I look over at Azrael as the cuff on my neck cools down, he lunges at a guy behind him snatching a handgun from his holster and holds it aimed at The Boss.

The older woman, Lady Beth takes the cuff off of me, "sorry for the pain dear." She whispers.

I quickly place my hands onto my neck, it feels the same... but now I know there is a black ring there.

"I will shoot him, just let us out!" Azrael shouts.

Lady Beth looks me in the eyes, "no he won't, he will never shoot his dad." She whispers to me pulling me to my feet.

"We are taking her downstairs." Lady Beth says to The Boss, completely ignoring the fact that Azrael has a gun to his dad's head, "we will clean her up."

"Vila? No." Azrael says dropping the gun from his hands, he steps forward after us but is shot in the leg by one of the guards. He hits the floor. I want to say something back my neck is buzzing in pain.

It must be a tranquilizer.

The guards surround Azrael and pull him out the room from where we entered, my eyes glance over at The Boss who is staring at me. He waves goodbye winking.

Lady Beth and the other girls bring me downstairs, the place is huge, it keeps going left, right, up and down. They bring me to a bathroom and force me on a chair.

With no explanation, they take out scissors from a drawer and start cutting my hair. The long black curls hitting the floor until my hair is up to my shoulder.

I stare at the floor, "Is Azrael going to be okay?"

"Yes. His dad may have anger issues, but he will never kill his family." Lady Beth says, "but his mother on the other hand..."

His dad killed his mother?

Lady Beth turns out of the room and points to the shower. The girls in white start pulling at my clothes trying to remove them, I smack their hands away.

"I can do this myself." I say staring at them, "you're just gonna stand there?"

I wait for an answer.

Both the girls seem frail, lifeless, so quiet like there are a million thoughts, and fears running through their head, but no way to speak of them.

They both turn away.

I remove my clothes and quickly climb into the shower. They have running water.

The black blood from Smith swims down the drain, the same with everything else on me. One of them peaks their hand through the shower curtain, "here. Soap." A girl says softly.

I take it and finish up.

I dry up and am given undergarments and the same white dress they wear. I quickly get myself together and glance at the mirror. I wipe the condensation off and stare at my reflection.

My dark brown hair is now at my shoulders, there's a bruise above my eyebrow. The white silk dress sticks to my skin and flows down past my hips, and then there's that black ring.

"Come meet the other girls." Lady Beth says entering the bathroom.

They hand me slippers, and I follow behind them looking back at the entrance I came from.

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ᴀᴢʀᴀᴇʟ

I open my eyes and try to sit up but I'm handcuffed to the bed, "what the hell?" I say.

I look across the room, "Dad?"

"Boss." He corrects me, not as angry as usual.

"Yeah, whatever." I say, shaking my hand in the handcuff, "can you remove this?"

"So you can threaten to kill me again?" My dad asks.

I lay back down, "what do you want?"

"I want to know why you left. I want to know what made you think it's okay to make me look like a dumbass?" He says leaning on the wall of the room.

"I don't understand..." I mutter sitting up.

"Azrael, you're next in line. You're the one who supposed to hold this place up when I'm gone. Valor is in your blood. This is yours, and mine." My dad says proudly.

I sit up and shake my head, "no dad. This is just yours. I don't want any of this."

"Don't feel all butthurt now Azrael just because I'm taking your little friend." He says laughing.

"This is why I won't take over. Give this place to Ronan." I say.

He responds, "Ronan isn't my son."

"He sure acts like it," I say messing with the handcuff.

"Stop messing with it." My dad says pointing at the handcuff, he walks over and takes it off of me.

"What are you going to do with your life then?" My dad asks, he combs his hand through his beard.

I look away, "I'm going to the walled city."

My dad shakes his head, "the city doesn't care for any of us."

I laugh, "then dad why do they give you light, water, weapons, and those disgusting guys from their military who find pleasure here?" I ask.

My dad ignores that question, "Azrael in your life you're always going to be disappointed." He turns out the room, and then a familiar face enters, she's in a white dress and a ring around her neck. I stand up.

Her orange hair is up to her shoulders, she smiles ear to ear as she sees me. Joan. She runs over and hugs me.

"Joan?" I whisper to her, "why are you still here?"

She said she was going to leave right after I did.

"Azrael I never left cause I always knew you would come back... even us switching locations to this one I knew fate would bring us back together. Now we can be together. We can own Valor." Her cheeks turn red in excitement, she leans forward to kiss me.

"Woah. Joan?" I turn away and take a step back confused. I look over at my dad standing in the doorway smiling.

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sɪᴏʙʜᴀɴ

I scroll through my camera feed, and smile, just a few more days and Avila will be here with us.

Reagan is at your door. My AI says.

"Let her in" I respond.

The doors open automatically, and Reagan steps in.

"Ma'am..." Reagan mutters.

I ignore her and continue scrolling through camera feed of different areas of Deorum Mortem HQ, and around the city.

I look up at the heart from one of the doctors in its glass casing on my desk.

"Siobhan," Dorian says behind me, I quickly turn around.

"Oh, Dorian you're here, hello," I say smiling.

"There's a problem," Reagan adds in, I nod for her to continue.

"Avila is off the maps. We saw her get taken by some guys." Reagan sighs.

"Well, where did she go?" I ask, "we have cameras."

"It's an area with none." Reagan sighs.

"Well send out a group of our forces to get her, we can get her early," I say.

Reagan shakes her head, "That's not a good idea. We can't have curious minds seeing us take her, others are going to want to come."

"That is my cure! You will get her!" I shout smacking her, her husband flinches as he stands there.

I dare him to say something, I will ruin his entire life.

"Send out the forces Reagan," I repeat, she nods in fear and quickly runs out my office, Dorian follows behind comforting her.

I spin around and glance back at the heart.

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