Ruining The Grounds Of Hell  – Episode 11

  –ɪs ɪᴛ ᴀ ʜᴀᴘᴘɪʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ..–

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-𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓- 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐨’𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞- 2AM

Bluey stood in the living room with Capo, nothing but silence and tension sitting between them like a third presence.

She stared at him, anger tightening her chest.

“Why am I here?” She asked, voice low, steady.

Capo didn’t even look bothered. “Because you’re being aggressive. Calm down.”

Bluey stepped forward. “Why did you do that to him? Why are you letting him suffer like that?”

Capo smiled like it was a joke.

“Because he betrayed me. He neglected his duties as the Joker. He knew you were the spy the whole time and still covered for you. That’s…romantic.”

“It’s not his fault! Leave him out of this. You’re the one who ruined his life. You turned him into a murderer.”

Capo raised a brow. “I turned him into a murderer? I already received reports of what’s been happening in MIA.”

Bluey swallowed, jaw clenching.

“Zayne and Bryan… was that my fault too?” Capo asked calmly.

Bluey said nothing. The silence was loud.

“You drove him to be a murderer, not me. His only job as the Joker was to clean up the parts of students who died under MIA’s system. He never killed anyone. But you… you came into his life and ignited that murderous spark in him. So don’t stand here acting like you’re some pure little saint.”

Bluey’s chest tightened. The worst part was how much his words cut—not because he was lying, but because somewhere inside her, she feared he was right.

She clenched her fists till her nails hurt.

“What do you want from me?” she finally asked.

Capo leaned back, relaxed, casual like they weren’t even talking about people’s lives.

“I want you to be the next Joker. For the new generation.” He smirked. “Either that or all of you die.”

“You can’t be serious. I’ll never agree to that.”

“So I should go ahead and incinerate them all? That’s cruel, Bluey.”

Bluey ran her fingers through her hair, frustration clawing at her. “What kind of game are you playing with me?”

“I’m not playing games, darling. I’m making you an offer.”

She glared at him. “Fine. But if I agree, you let all of them go.”

“Sure,” Capo said easily, standing up and moving behind her, his steps slow and deliberate. “But before I let them go…”

Bluey spun around. “I thought you said that was the only condition.”

“Relax, Bluey,” Capo murmured, leaning close. “I just need you to do something. To ensure their safety.”

Her voice was sharp. “What else do you want?”

Capo leaned in, his breath brushing her ear. “I want you… to kill Hades.”

Bluey froze. Her blood went cold. She turned slowly to face him. “Are you insane? I can’t kill him.”

“And why not? Because he’s your lover?” Capo’s grin stretched.

Bluey’s fists tightened again.

“He’s a traitor,” Capo continued. “He let himself get fooled. He became a weakling.”

“Hades is not weak. Hasn’t he suffered enough? Just let him go. Let him live.”

Capo laughed under his breath.

“You do realize his suffering is because of you, right? If you had stayed out of MIA’s business, none of this would’ve happened.” He tapped her shoulder with mock sympathy. “And you’re going to fix that.”

Bluey inhaled deeply, trying to stop her voice from shaking.

“My offer is simple,” Capo said. “Kill Hades and your friends get to live. Or you can all burn. I trust you to make the right decision.”

Bluey shut her eyes for a moment. When she opened them, she looked like someone whose heart had already been broken. “Fine. I’ll do it. But you let them all go.”

Capo’s grin spread wide, arms opening like he’d just heard the best news in the world. “Finally! Good girl, Bluey. You’re such a good girl.”

—–
★𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐥 ★

Bluey walked back into the cell and everyone immediately turned to her. Hades didn’t even breathe before rushing toward her.

He grabbed her, pulling her into a tight hug like he needed her heartbeat to steady his own.

“Bluey, are you okay? Did anything happen in there?” Trevor asked, already hovering beside them like a guard dog.

“Did they hurt you?” Hades searched her face, worried eyes moving over her like he was checking for bruises he couldn’t see.

“It’s nothing. I’m fine,” Bluey said, forcing a smile that convinced absolutely no one.

Before anyone could push further, the cell door slid open and two guards stepped inside.

“Alright, listen up,” the first guard said. “You’ve been permitted to return to your rooms. You’re to take a shower. Food will be delivered afterwards.”

“Seriously? You want to feed us?” Dawn raised a brow.

“I bet you’re planning to poison us,” Natasha scoffed, folding her arms. “Nice try, but that ain’t gonna work.”

“No one’s poisoning you,” the guard said impatiently.

“So why the sudden kindness?” Gomez asked, suspicious.

“Once you’re settled for the night, you’ll all be released tomorrow morning,” the guard replied casually, like he wasn’t dropping a bomb in the room.

“What?” Hyce blinked at him.

“So they’re actually letting us leave? Just like that? After everything?” Loci asked.

“That’s too suspicious,” Morgan muttered.

“You expect us to believe you?” Sergio added.

The second guard sighed. “Are you going to your rooms or not?”

Everyone exchanged looks, long enough for the guards to grow visibly annoyed.

“Whatever. I’m starving anyway,” Nia finally said, walking out first without hesitation.

The rest slowly followed, still unsure, still whispering, still glancing back at Bluey—who stayed quiet, who refused to meet Hades’ eyes, who moved as though something heavy was sitting on her chest.

And Hades felt it. He felt every piece of it.

But she didn’t say a word.

She just kept walking.

*
★ 𝐇𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐒𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 ★

They all sat around the long dining table, staring at the plates of food like it was some kind of trap. No one touched anything.

Everyone could hear the guards posted outside the suite door, making sure none of them left the suite.

“Why’s no one eating? You guys think it’s poison?” Hyce finally asked.

“I don’t see you eating it either,” Natasha shot back.

“It’s not poison.” Bluey said it calmly and picked up her fork, taking the first bite without fear.

They all stared at her.

“Bluey… it’s just us here. No cameras. No Rue. No Capo. Spill it. What happened when they called you?” Morgan folded her arms, eyes fixed on her.

“They’ll let you all leave tomorrow morning,” Bluey said.

Hugo blinked. “Wow… really?”

“Yes.”

Sergio leaned forward. “They’ll let us leave? What about you? What kind of shitty deal did you make with them?”

Bluey looked down at her plate. “They want me to be the next Joker. In exchange for your freedom.”

Everyone froze.

“And you agreed? Bluey why?” Hades asked, his voice breaking.

“I didn’t have a choice! They were going to incinerate all of you if I said no. I’m the only one they want. This is the only way to get you out of here alive.”

Trevor stood. “And you really think they’re just going to let us walk out peacefully?”

“They promised to,” Bluey said quietly. “But… only if I kill Hades.”

Complete silence.

Morgan rubbed her forehead. “These people are actually insane.”

“My blood pressure is shooting up,” Dawn muttered.

“So what’s the plan? We can’t just stand here and let them pull our strings,” Nia said.

“But if we do anything stupid, they’ll hurt Hades,” Dawn added.

“We should have a plan for our escape regardless. Let them do what they want to me, I don’t mind the pain.” Hades spoke without looking up.

“Don’t say that. I’m not letting them touch you.” Bluey grabbed his hand, squeezing it hard.

Hugo leaned forward. “So what do we do?”

“Sergio,” Bluey said, turning to him, “…you can do something, right?”

“Yeah. But I need Rue’s tablet. That’s the only way I can disassemble the chip.”

The room went silent. They all knew how impossible that sounded.

Gomez tapped the table. “Are there CCTV cameras outside your suite? Hades?”

“No. There aren’t.”

Gomez smirked. “Then we already have one advantage. The guards’ uniforms… they cover everything from head to toe, right?”

Trevor’s eyes widened. “Shit. Why didn’t we think of that sooner?”

“You think it’ll work?” Hyce asked.

“Can’t hurt to try,” Gomez shrugged.

Bluey stood, her voice steady.

“If that’s the plan, we’ll split into groups. Some of you go after Rue’s tablet. Some of you go find Dora and figure out how to unlock the tunnel gates, it’s best we figure out how to escape. And Hades and I…”

Hades looked at her.

“We’ll deal with Dean and Capo.”

The whole table went quiet.

Then Morgan nodded. “Alright. Then that’s the plan.”

—–
★𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐨’𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞★

Capo leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled, the faint hum of generators echoing through the underground base.

Dean stood across from him, arms folded, expression unimpressed.

“So, you’re actually planning on making her the Joker?” Dean asked, disbelief dripping from his tone. “She was an enemy. A spy.”

Capo didn’t hesitate.

“It doesn’t matter. She doesn’t have a choice. She’ll die if she refuses, and she knows that. So she agreed.” He smiled, slow and satisfied.

Dean exhaled sharply. “And you’ll really let the students free?”

Capo chuckled—low, cruel, amused.

“Who said I was letting anyone go?” He tapped ash from an invisible cigarette.

“That’s what I want them to believe. The moment they step out of the gates, I’ll ambush them. I have over a hundred soldiers outside waiting already.”

Dean blinked. “You’re insane, just kill them off already.”

“No,” Capo corrected. “I’m planning on having fun.”

Dean stepped closer. “And what about Hades? Are you discarding him too?”

“Of course.” Capo smiled, wide and wicked.

“It’s tragic, really. So much potential. But a traitor is always a traitor. And the best part? He’ll die by her hands.” His grin sharpened. “It’s going to be glorious. You need to watch it with me.”

The phone on his desk rang, slicing through the room.

Capo snatched it. “What is it?”

“Boss,” a guard’s voice crackled through,

“…this is security at the tunnel gates. The Legacies are all outside. They’re demanding to see their kids. We told them they can’t pass, but they’re refusing to leave.”

Dean stiffened. “The Legacies? Already?”

Capo’s eyes gleamed. “My dear former students… how nostalgic. They must already know their kids are in danger.”

“Must be Noah,” Dean muttered. “He probably warned them.”

Capo hummed thoughtfully.

The guard spoke again. “Orders, boss? What do you want us to do?”

Capo smirked. “Let them in.”

A beat of silence.

“Sir?”

“Let them in,” Capo repeated, voice lilting with excitement. “Once they’re inside, lock the tunnel gates. Deploy the soldiers and set up the ambush.”

He leaned forward, eyes glowing with anticipation.

“Kill every last one before they reach the Main Gates.”

“Yes, boss,” The guard answered, and the line clicked dead.

Capo placed the handset back on the cradle with a satisfied sigh.

Dean shook his head. “An ambush? Are they really worth the trouble?”

Capo chuckled softly. “Don’t underestimate them, dear brother. Those Legacies are far more ruthless than you think.”

Dean straightened his coat. “Then I suppose we should summon Hades and Bluey? I want a front-row seat.”

“Of course,” Capo said, reaching for his other phone. “And I need to call my dear Rue. She would absolutely love this.”

—–
★𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐌𝐈𝐀’𝐬 𝐓𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐥 𝐆𝐚𝐭𝐞★

“Are you letting us in or not?” Iris asked, standing firmly in front of the guards.

“Boss said we should let them in,” one of the guards answered.

“As you should,” Corazon muttered under her breath.

Everyone climbed back into the van. As the gates opened, Anthony drove them inside, hands steady on the wheel — he was the best driver among them, just like Trevor on every mission.

“Slow down,” Iris said suddenly.

“What is it, darling?” Robert asked.

“Something’s wrong.” Iris’ voice dropped, and Anthony immediately hit the brakes.

“I’ve got a bad feeling too,” Nadine whispered.

“We need to get to the kids fast! Why are we stopping?!” Corazon snapped.

“Can you use your brain for once, Corazon?” Maureen shot back.

“You’re the one to talk,” Corazon scoffed.

“Enough!” Iris hissed. “Goodness, Corazon, can you act a little mature?”

Corazon rolled her eyes but stayed quiet.

“They’re going to ambush us,” Iris said. “There’s no way they just let us in this easily.”

“I was thinking the same thing,” David replied. “But do they really think they stand a chance?”

“Get the guns,” Raul ordered.

Gael reached into the back and pulled out several guns, each one heavier than the last as he distributed them.

“So, what’s the plan?” Nadine asked.

“We’re at a blind spot,” Robert said. “Some of us will get out and move through the trees. Once they start shooting, we flank them.”

A dangerous smirk touched Nadine’s lips. “It’s been a long time since we did something like this. Almost feels good.”

“It’s past 2 AM,” Gael added. “We’re not leaving here without the kids.”

“Exactly.”

Gael, Robert, Iris, Nadine, and David stepped out of the van, disappearing into the dark forest that lined the polished road.

Inside the van, Anthony, Corazon, Raul, and Maureen stayed put.

“I’ll activate the bullet shield,” Raul said, pressing a button. The shield shimmered into place around the vehicle.

“I hope the kids are okay,” Maureen murmured. “Who knows what those monsters are doing to them.”

“I hope so too,” Raul replied quietly as Anthony began to drive.

Anthony gripped the wheel the second the first muzzle flash lit up the road.

Bullets rained against the bullet-shielded van like a violent storm.

“Damn, Iris was right!” Anthony hissed, swerving as shadows burst from the trees, dozens, then hundreds—all armed, all firing.

The forest exploded with chaos.

Before the guards could tighten the trap—

A second wave erupted.

Nadine, David, Robert, Iris, and Gael burst out of the forest like predators released from a cage.

Gunfire cracked from their hands instantly, synchronized and ruthless.

Nadine flipped out from behind a tree trunk, laughing…actually laughing—while unloading bullets with zero hesitation.

“You idiots picked the wrong people to mess with!” she shouted, sliding on the dirt, her shots cutting down three guards in a line.

A guard tried sneaking up behind her.

She didn’t even look—she elbowed him in the throat, grabbed his gun mid-fall, and fired it backwards into two more.

“Awwww, I missed this.”

Gael moved like he’d memorized every guard’s position before the fight begun. He and David were firing straight up, without missing a single person.

“Gael, left!” David called.

“I see it.”

Both turned at the same time—two guards sprinted out with rifles.

Crack. Crack.

Dropped instantly.

David switched guns smoothly, eyes sharp.

“Anthony, keep moving! We’re clearing the road!”

“Just hurry up!” Anthony yelled, dodging as a guard tried to jump onto the van hood.

David shot the guard midair. “Handled.”

Gael smirked. “You’re getting slow, old man.”

“And you talk too much.”David smirked.

Both fired again—clean deaths.

Robert and Iris stepped out like the battlefield belonged to them.

They didn’t even try to run or dodge the bullets cause it didn’t meet them, they were literally walking while firing.

Iris shot a guard in the knee, another in the jaw, then flipped behind a fallen log as bullets sliced the air.

“Robert, three o’clock!”

Robert raised his gun casually, barely glancing.

“Handled, sweetheart.”

Three guards dropped with three clean headshots.

Iris grabbed a guard by the collar, slammed his head against a tree, and shot two more behind him without turning around.

“I swear these people never learn.”

Robert chuckled darkly.
He stepped in front of Iris, shielding her as another hail of bullets came.

“I’ve got you.”

“You better.”

Anthony accelerated as the gunfire from the five of them tore an opening through the sea of soldiers.

“Path is almost open! Keep pushing!” Anthony shouted.

Nadine climbed onto a fallen tree trunk, dual-wielding now.

“Let me help speed things up!” She fired wildly but with veteran accuracy, clearing the left flank.

David shouted, “Nadine, cover right!”

“Already on it!” She dove, rolled, and shot three guards in the chest before they even aimed.

Not far away—

Gael elbowed a guard in the throat, snapped the rifle out of his hands, and flipped it around to shoot two more.

Iris and Robert moved ahead, cutting a straight line through the chaos.

“Iris, left step,” Robert said.

She stepped.

He fired.

The guard aiming at her temple dropped instantly.

“Thanks.”

“Always.”

They all caught up to the van and entered at once.

“I’ll use this little toy here.”Raul said and took out two grenade and threw it outside the van.

“Anthony, NOW!” Robert yelled.

Anthony slammed the accelerator.

The van burst forward—bullets bouncing off the shield, guards diving out of the way—as the Legacies held the line behind him.

The grenade exploded, killing the remaining 20 guards chasing after them.

Anthony drove straight through the cleared path as the five deadly figures covered him, their silhouettes framed by muzzle flashes in the dark forest.

“How long till we get to the main gates?”Maureen asked.

“30 minutes approximately.”Anthony replied.

—–
★𝐇𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬’ 𝐒𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞★

The guards entered the suite, four of them in total and headed straight toward the dining area.

“Are you guys done?” Guard 1 asked, his voice clipped.

“Obviously.” Natasha shot back, rolling her eyes.

“Hades and Bluey, Capo sent for you.” Guard 2 added, his tone neutral.

Hades and Bluey exchanged a quick, loaded glance before standing. The guards outside moved to lead them toward the door, guiding them toward Capo’s Lounge.

“Two people are missing.” Guard 3 frowned, scanning the room.

“Where’s Trevor and Hugo?” Guard 4 demanded, turning sharply.

“Looking for me?” Trevor stepped out from behind a pillar, snapping the neck of one guard before he even realized it.

Hugo emerged from another shadow, doing the same to the second guard, the sound of the snaps echoing in the suite.

Sergio and Hyce moved quickly, disarming the remaining two guards and forcing them to the ground. With precise, practiced motions, they removed the guards’ masks.

“Now you’re going to talk. How many guards are outside in total?” Trevor demanded, crouching close to one of the seated guards.

“You actually believe I’m going to tell you that?” Guard 3 spat, defiance in his eyes.

“Go knock yourself out,” Guard 4 muttered sarcastically, but Hugo didn’t hesitate.

“Sure. Okay.” Hugo’s hand was steady as he raised the gun, pulling the trigger twice.

Both guards collapsed instantly, blood pooling beneath them.

“Hugo… easy.” Dawn stepped forward, her voice sharp.

“For the last time,” Hugo said, leveling his gaze at the remaining guard. “Unless you two want to end up dead, how many guards are out there?”

“A total of forty-five guards in the main building,” Guard 1 finally admitted, voice trembling.

“How about at Capo’s Lounge? How many guards are stationed there? I’m sure they’ll plan something against Bluey and Hades.” Trevor pressed.

“About 85-100 guards are stationed around the compound,” Guard 2 replied. “Just in case Bluey fails to kill Hades—they’ll ambush him.”

“Just 100?” Morgan muttered, smirking. “Hades and Bluey can handle themselves. We need to get to Rue for the tablet, then find Dora, and figure out a way out of this mess.”

The team exchanged tense glances, the weight of the mission settling over them like a storm cloud.

“We can’t mess up two times in a row.” Sergio said.

*

Hugo, Dawn, Loci and Nia moved through the hallway dressed in full guard uniforms—the heavy boots, padded vests, and the full head‑to‑toe mask that completely hid their identities.

Thanks to the complete coverage, the CCTV cameras didn’t register anything suspicious. Four “guards” on patrol. Nothing more.

They walked in formation, slow and steady, just like the real guards did. Each step was measured. Each turn was calculated.

And every time they reached a blind spot—where the cameras couldn’t reach, they killed the guards on the spot.

Hugo lifted his silenced pistol first. Pfft. A guard slumped silently against the wall.

Dawn caught his body before it hit the floor and dragged it into a storage closet, locking it behind her without a word.

Another guard turned the corner. Loci didn’t hesitate. Pfft. The guard dropped, and Nia pulled him back by the collar, slipping him behind a stack of old crates.

When they reached the next camera, Hugo tilted his gun upward. He didn’t shoot the lens directly, to avoid being too obvious.

Instead, he aimed at a perfect angle, hitting the wiring box behind it. The screen would glitch, flicker, then die. That way it won’t look intentional.

It happened again two hallways later. Loci shot the next one from the side, creating another “glitch.”

Dawn whispered, “This is too easy.”

“Don’t jinx it,” Nia muttered without looking back.

Two more guards walked toward them up ahead, chatting casually. They didn’t even get the chance to draw their guns.

Hugo and Loci fired simultaneously—clean, muffled shots. Dawn and Nia caught the bodies and sat them neatly against the wall like they were simply resting.

Hugo pressed a finger to the side of his mask, activating his earbud.

“The path to Rue’s Lounge is clear. You guys can proceed.” His voice was calm, controlled.

“Thanks a lot.” Sergio replied through the comm.

“We’ll head toward Dora’s office next and clear the guards there too.” Loci added, already reloading with swift movements.

“Good. Move fast—we’re running out of time.” Trevor said on the other end.

Hugo signaled forward with two fingers, and they continued deeper into the building, four disguised shadows slipping through the hallways, erasing guards and cameras without leaving a trace.

—–
★𝐑𝐮𝐞’𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞★

Trevor, Hyce, Sergio, and Morgan burst into Rue’s villa, the tension thick in the air. The place was eerily quiet, no guards in sight.

By now, their coordinated assault had taken out nearly 70% of the guards, leaving the compound vulnerable.

“What are you guys doing here?” Mavka’s voice rang from the stairs, a gun aimed straight at Morgan.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Morgan said, his tone calm but deadly, refusing to flinch.

“I don’t understand why you all never listen!” Rue barked from the top of the stairs, rifle raised, and fired in rapid succession.

Bullets whizzed past. Trevor dove low behind a marble table, rolling to the side. Hyce dove backward over the railing, sliding into cover behind a heavy vase.

Sergio hugged the pillar closest to the stairs, narrowly avoiding a spray of rounds that splintered the wood beside him.

Morgan pivoted, taking the bullets as they passed her by inches, and pressed forward, eyes locked on Rue.

Rue continued her descent, each step deliberate, firing as she moved, forcing her attackers to constantly shift, dodge, and counter.

Sergio hugged the pillar, watching for an opening, while Rue advanced toward him. A sudden clang echoed as a heavy object struck Rue squarely on the head.

She stumbled, momentarily disoriented.

Morgan moved like a predator, grabbing Rue’s rifle, twisting it from her grip, and delivering a brutal kick to her abdome

Rue doubled over, clutching herself. Morgan leveled her gun, her eyes cold, unwavering.

“You wouldn’t dare…” Rue smirked through the pain, defiance still burning in her eyes.

Bang! Bang!

The sound of twin shots echoed. Rue screamed as both her knees were shattered by precise shots from Morgan.

“Arghh!!”Rue screamed falling to the floor, clutching her bleeding knees.

She collapsed to the ground, groaning, unable to stand, while Trevor, Hyce, Sergio, and Morgan regrouped, eyes scanning for any remaining threats.

“I thought you said I wouldn’t dare?” Morgan asked, tilting her head as Rue writhed on the floor, blood spilling from her shattered knees.

“I think you’re forgetting how you trained us in this Academy. You trained us to be ruthless against any foe,” Hyce said, stepping closer, voice cold.

“And we’re pretty much good students, aren’t we, Rue?” Trevor added with a mocking smile.

“You bastards! You won’t get away with this!” Rue screamed, suddenly reaching under her gown.

The second she pulled out the hidden gun, Hyce snatched the gun from Morgan’s hand and fired three sharp shots at Rue’s fingers.

Blood burst from her hand as she screamed, dropping the weapon instantly.

“Arghh! Stop it!” Rue howled.

“Stop it? We will… if you tell us how to destroy the chip in Hades’ brain,” Hyce said, voice steady, gun aimed at her chest.

“Never! I’d rather he dies!!” Rue spat and grabbed the other gun on the ground with her good hand. She swung it upward, pointing at the top of the stairs—

—and shot Mavka straight in the forehead.

Mavka’s skull burst open, her body dropping instantly, as her body erupted into a mild explosion, smoke filling the air.

“No!!!” Hyce roared, grabbing his hair in rage.

Rue laughed. Actually laughed.

“I guess you know that destroying Mavka means the chip in his brain is malfunctioning. It’s activated without command!” Rue said with a sick grin.

“You fools actually thought you’d win? I made you!”

“Exactly,” Trevor said, stepping forward with a dead expression. “You made us.”

He grabbed Rue by her hair and dragged her across the floor like trash, forcing her into a chair.

She grunted in pain as her knees scraped against the tiles.

“Sergio, get the tablet. Now. Hades is probably in serious pain already,” Trevor said.

Sergio nodded and sprinted upstairs.

Trevor crouched in front of Rue, grabbing her jaw.

“Now, Rue, I’m going to ask you this, and you better give me a straight answer, or you’re going to experience the worst torture of your life.”

“Is there another way to deactivate the chip?” Morgan asked from behind him.

Rue smirked. “Didn’t you hear what I said? It’s over for Hades. He’s about to die…”

“Okay then,” Hyce muttered, turning away.

He walked into the kitchen, opened a drawer, and returned with a knife stained from past use. He held it loosely, almost casually.

“You should know I won’t hold back,” Hyce said, stepping in front of her.

Rue finally swallowed, fear flickering in her eyes. “How do we deactivate it?”

Rue raised her chin defiantly. “Kill me.”

“Arghh!!”

Rue screamed as Hyce plunged the knife deep into her thigh, blood pouring instantly as she thrashed against the chair.

“Stop making this shit difficult,” Hyce groaned, grabbing Rue’s jaw to force her to look at him.

“Found it,” Sergio said, descending the stairs quickly with the tablet in hand. He tapped the screen rapidly.

“It’s programmed directly to the chip. It says the chip can also be deactivated through the main server.”

Trevor had pulled Rue’s hair earlier but Hyce yanked her back up again.

“Where’s the main server, bitch?”Hyce asked

Rue spat blood onto the floor, teeth stained.

“Mavka is the main server! I don’t think you idiots understa—Arghh!! STOP IT!!”

She screamed again. The earlier stab still burning through her thigh, but now Hyce plunged the knife deeper and twisted it.

“Look woman, I’m getting impatient,” Hyce snapped. “Don’t test me.”

“How do we deactivate the damn chip, you dirty fool?” Morgan had yelled before slapping her hard.

“F+k…ouch!”Morgan held her chest.

“Morgan….”Trevor held her. “What’s wrong?”He asked, opening her shirt and the stitch from the surgery she has looked bruised.

“Totally forgot I didn’t even heal properly before coming back here.”Morgan bit her lips.

“Trevor, go take care of her, we’ll handle this.”Hyce said.

Trevor nodded, taking Morgan into a room.

“You can’t! I told you—it’s over for Hades! He’s dying—” Rue wheezed out answers between broken breaths.

“Okay then.”

Hyce stormed into the kitchen, returning with another knife—thicker, sharper.
“You should know I won’t hold back.”

She barely had time to cry out before he stabbed it into her thigh. Blood splattered onto the tiles.

Rue shrieked, voice echoing through the villa.

Sergio stared at the tablet again, frowning.
“Wait… no. There’s another method here. It’s buried in the code.”

He zoomed in, typed rapidly, bypassed a line, rerouted another.

“There—we need her fingerprint. NOW!” Sergio said

Hyce didn’t waste time. He grabbed Rue’s wrist, she tried fighting but she was too weak and slammed her bloody thumb onto the sensor.

A loud beep.

The screen flashed bright red.

SERVER PERMANENTLY DEACTIVATED 🚫

Hyce froze. Sergio exhaled in relief.

“We did it.” Sergio tapped his earbud. “Hades… can you hear me? Are you still in pain?”

There was a pause. A breath.

“Thanks, Sergio. I owe you one.” Hades said weakly.

Hyce looked down at Rue. Her face twisted into some mix of hatred and realization.

“Now for this bastard…”

Hyce raised the gun and fired three clean shots straight into her forehead.

Her head snapped back, blood splattering across the chair as she slumped lifelessly.

Sergio wiped his hands on his pants.
“F+k… wonder how Natasha and Gomez are holding up.”

He tapped his earbud.
“Gomez, have you guys been able to see if there’s a way to open the main gates?”

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★𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐥’𝐬 𝐎𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞★

“Gomez, have you guys been able to see if there’s a way to open the main gates?” Hyce asked through the earbud, wiping Rue’s blood off his hands.

“We’re still on it,” Gomez replied, slightly out of breath.

Inside Dora’s office, chaos had already settled into something terrifying. Dora was on the floor, tied to the leg of her own desk, her face swollen, bleeding from her nose, her lips, even the corner of her eye.

Natasha had her by the hair, yanking her head back every time she tried to twist away.

“How do we unlock the gate?” Natasha demanded, voice flat, cold, done with the bullshit.

“You traitors don’t deserve to live,” Dora spat, blood splattering on the floor.

“You’re obviously the one who doesn’t deserve to live,” Gomez said and punched her across the face hard enough that she slid against the ground, choking on air.

Natasha crouched down, grabbed her jaw, forcing Dora to look up.

“The passcode to the main gates,” she said calmly. “Or you die.”

Dora glared, stubborn, furious until Natasha tightened her grip on her hair so sharply Dora cried out. Her resolve cracked.

“MIA0428XXCD,” she hissed. “That is the code…to the gates.”

Natasha released her hair. “Wasn’t difficult, was it?”

Gomez didn’t wait. One clean shot to the heart. Dora’s head fell back, her eyes rolled lifeless, blood pooling silently beneath her.

“Hyce,” Gomez said into the earbud, stepping over Dora’s body. “We’ve got the passcode.”

“Got the passcode ready.” Natasha said after scribbling it onto a crumpled sheet.

Gomez gave a short nod, still catching his breath.

“Hey… how’s your arm?” she asked, eyeing the bloodstain near his sleeve.

“It’s not bleeding anymore. I’m fine.” Gomez muttered.

Natasha exhaled, a little shaky.

“Thanks for doing that. I’m… grateful.”

“Sure,” He said, but his voice dipped—heavy, low.

They were both still staring at each other, too long to be innocent. Gomez’s eyes dropped to her mouth, lingering on the gloss smeared slightly from the fight.

Natasha frowned softly. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

He swallowed.
“Can I… get a kiss?”

Her eyebrows shot up. “You’re joking. I thought you were gay—”

Gomez’s face fell instantly.

“I… nevermind.” He turned away, heading for the door, shoulders stiff, embarrassed.

But Natasha grabbed his wrist and pulled him back.

He barely had time to blink before she rose onto her toes and pecked him—quick, warm, a spark popping between them.

She stepped back.

His eyes widened.

“Not so fast,” Gomez muttered, voice deeper than she’d ever heard it.

He hooked his hand around her waist, dragged her in, and crashed his mouth onto hers—hungry, full-body, caging her against the wall type of kiss.

Natasha’s fingers curled into his shirt as he kissed her like he had been holding it back for a while now.

His hand slid up her spine and she melted, letting out a soft breath against his lips.

They broke apart slowly, both breathless.

Natasha laughed under her breath, cheeks flushed.

“When we get out of here… let’s continue from where we stopped.” She winked and walked out first, hips swaying just enough to kill him.

Gomez bit his lip, staring after her with a stupid grin he couldn’t hide.

“Damn…” he whispered to himself. “

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★𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐨’𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞★

“What do you mean Rue’s dead?!” Capo barked, slamming his fist on the table hard enough that the ashtray jumped.

“I just got intel from a guard, but I think he’s dead too,” Dean stammered, sweat dripping.

“Those students… they’re vicious. And we haven’t heard from the guards we sent to ambush the legacies.”

Before Capo could curse again, rapid gunfire exploded outside.

Both men rushed to the balcony—just in time to see Hades and Bluey tearing through the guards around the Lounge compound, bodies dropping with every shot.

“Boss, what are your orders?!” a guard yelled from below.

“All of you, kill them both!!” Capo roared.

Almost ninety guards stormed out of the main lounge, flooding the compound like a wave of black uniforms and raised rifles.

The moment they lifted their guns, the air cracked with bullets. The guards shot aggressively, rounds flying in every direction.

Hades and Bluey fired back from opposite ends of the compound, two dark silhouettes cutting down men like they were nothing but obstacles in their way.

Hades reloaded with a sharp snap, sliding behind a concrete pillar, eyes locked on Bluey across the courtyard.

She ducked behind a broken metal railing, blood streaking her cheek from a grazing shot, chest heaving, guns already raised again.

Their eyes met in a silent and deadly understanding.

“Bluey… now,” Hades called out, voice low but commanding.

She didn’t hesitate. They both broke into a sprint, charging directly toward each other through the chaos as bullets hissed past.

Guards tried to shoot them, but the two of them moved like predators who had rehearsed this dance a thousand times.

Bluey reached him first, running full speed before jumping. She wrapped her legs around his waist mid-air, locking herself onto his body.

Her arms stretched wide over his shoulders, guns aimed behind him as his own arms extended outward to cover her blind spots.

Hades grabbed her thighs to anchor her, then twisted his body—slow, controlled, a brutal spin.

And together they started rotating, turning in tight circles with Bluey elevated on him like some violent centerpiece of death.

She shot the guards behind him with perfect aim, each squeeze of her trigger dropping a man instantly while Hades fired at the ones charging from her blind side.

Every turn of their bodies created a cyclone of gunfire, bullets ripping through uniforms, guards collapsing with chests blown open or faces torn apart as the couple’s synchronized shots shredded through the ambush.

Gunfire echoed like thunder. Their clothes grew stained with streaks of blood from grazing bullets, but neither faltered.

Not once.

A group of guards ran out of bullets and switched to close combat, rushing them from the sides.

Hades stopped spinning, dropping Bluey lightly to her feet and they smacked the hell out of the guards immediately.

One guard swung a baton. Hades caught his wrist, twisted, slammed his elbow into the man’s jaw, and shot another guard behind him without even turning.

Bluey jumped onto a guard’s shoulders, breaking his neck with a twist of her legs before landing behind another and stabbing him in the spine with his own knife.

Two more attacked. Hades grabbed one by the collar and used him as a shield, taking three bullets meant for him before tossing the dying body aside and shooting the last two clean through their skulls.

Bluey slid across the ground, grabbed a fallen rifle, and fired upward at a guard trying to ambush Hades from behind.

The man’s body jerked violently as bullets tore into him, collapsing against the metal railing with a thud.

Within seconds the compound turned into a graveyard of bodies, smoke, and silence—broken only by the click of Bluey reloading and Hades wiping blood from his jaw.

Hades and Bluey walked in perfect sync toward Dean and Capo, who stood frozen at the entrance of the building.

Blood dripped from both their bodies, streaking down their clothes, their steps heavy, deadly, united.

Dean gasped and stumbled backward until his spine hit the wall with a hard thud.

“How… how…?” Capo stuttered, eyes wide in disbelief. “How did they get out of that alive?”

Hades reached out and held Bluey’s face, his thumb brushing the smear of blood near her cheek as he stared into her eyes.

“Ten minutes, Mi Ruina. Ten minutes and I’m going to pass out. My body’s about to shut down.”

“Sure. ” Bluey smirked, lifting her guns again.

“Let’s show these m0therf+kers why nobody messes with The Devil and His Ruin..”

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