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“With the limited time we had together, she told me about you all. Just never the intricate details of your genetics,” I shrugged. “It didn’t matter to me. Still doesn’t.”
“Sureeeee,” Spencer said in exaggeration. “No need to feel inadequate. Some of you have to rely on basic brains or, in your case, brawn.” She tapped me on the shoulder with fake reassurance. “We can’t all be a part of the 10%.”
I lifted a brow. Micah hadn’t told them about my Variant. It wasn’t a secret by any means, but to know that she kept my personal information to herself made my fondness for her grow impossibly higher.
We relinquished our hideout and returned to our tracking when a high-pitched scream vibrated through the air, followed by the muffled sounds of combat directly from Micah’s supposed location. I spared a glance at the stranger’s face beside me. “Who said I wasn’t?” I blurted as I thundered towards the noise.
I’ll show her 10%.
Chapter 30
Psycho
Istormed into the gymnasium and stilled in the entryway, processing the scene before me. Eight Ludus guards were beating down on fragile women, all wearing flower designed lingerie—exactly what Micah was last seen wearing.
Bubbling heat spurred from my chest to ricochet to every cell in my body, the burst of energy barely subsiding when I couldn’t find my golden girl amongst them.
All heads lifted at my entry, having hardly enough time to process my presence before an animalistic roar tore from my throat. “MICAHHHHH!!”
The guards shook off their initial shock and charged, their previous victims left trembling in the corner.
I growled as the first guard lifted his fist to land a blow to my ribs. I dodged it easily, using his momentum against him and grabbing his outstretched arm in two places, snapping it clean in half. Two more barrelled forward without hesitation. I parried and dodged round the room, trying to locate Micah while fending off the encroaching Ludus guards.
“Stop, or she dies!” a rough voice shouted. My immediate opponents ceased their onslaught, bathing in their perceived glory at the scene.
My head snapped to the man who dared speak, who dared make commands. The ugly fucker’s crooked smile was lopsided, his scar discoloured from his reddening face. He held one of the girls up to his chest, a knife digging into her side. “Now here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to get on your fucking knees with your hands raised. Got it?” Like I gave a fuck about some random bitch. Still, I bristled at his tone. The brazen disrespect.
I couldn’t feel anything. I couldn’t even feel myself breathing, my Variant pounding in my bloodstream, overflowing with violent intent.
Of its own accord, my mouth lifted into a predatory grin, all my shining white teeth on display. In an eerily quiet voice that sounded the furthest from my own, I said, “Psycho only gets on his knees for one person…and that ain’t you.”
The space pitched with wired tension as soon as my name released from my lips, the guards suddenly hesitant on what to do or how to proceed. I soaked myself in their dwindling egos, as they slowly seeped into unadulterated panic.
Until the dumb one opened his mouth again. “I don’t give a fuck if you're Psycho or fucking God himself. Who’re you looking for? Your whore’s missing, right? Brown hair, golden eyes, a killer fucking body.” He licked his lips and my vision filtered over with red. “Well, guess what? I fucked her! I fucked her so hard, she couldn’t take it. The dumb whore is dead. So, if you don’t want to join her, get. On. Your. Knees.”
The demand thrummed in my mind as if from far away, at the end of a darkened tunnel I couldn’t reach.
A thick cloud of ominous peril suffocated the atmosphere as my vision transitioned from red to straight black, my beast finally unleashed.
My mind clicked into autopilot, nerves and muscles following through in perfect synchronisation.
Before he could even twitch, I removed and lifted my gun from its holster, firing a bullet straight through his shoulder. He collapsed to the ground in a dramatic flair, clasping his weeping wound and releasing agonised whimpers.
The rest came out of their stupor, opting to fight for their survival. They swarmed, attempting to work as a single unit to take me down.
It wouldn’t help them. No one could help them.
I used the gym equipment to my advantage, cutting off the group to alienate one or two on their own. Their muffled screams and pained grunts bled into my awareness, my beast growling in hunger, demanding more. Always demanding more.
Grasping a stray skipping rope hanging from the wall, I whipped it like a lasso, the metal handle hitting a guard in the face and smashing his nose inward. His knees hit the ground, blood pouring down his front.
A tall, lean guard managed to dodge the next whip, landing a solid blow to my temple. It was hard enough to blur my vision for half a second. I chuckled with mirth, the game more interesting now that there was a worthy opponent. Disturbed by my expressed delight, his step faltered. His ultimate downfall.
I kneed him in the gut, causing him to keel over with a grunt. Looping the sturdy skipping rope tight around his throat, I grasped the two handles and pulled on each end with a sharp tug. His neck snapped, giving a resounding crack, head tilting at an obscure angle as I let his limp body fall to the ground at my feet.
A gruff yell called from behind. Turning, I flipped a barbell from the rack and twirled it around my body as if it were as light as a spear. I pushed all my strength into throwing the barbell directly into the incoming guard with innate force. Even with the blunt end, the hunk of metal tore straight through his abdomen, piercing out his back to stab into the wall behindhim. The barbell vibrated violently from the impact. The guard looked down at the thick cylinder protruding from his gut, blood gushing from his mouth, before his chin hung to his chest in eternal sleep.
The rest blurred together, my bloodlust salivating for more carnage, more violence, more surrender.
