WICK£D GOD
Wicked God – Chapter 17&18
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Gods of Death Duet-Book One
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It was only a little bit of space left.
Just an inch.
A notch.
A breath.
But it was enough for things to flip.
The haunting melody stopped with a snap. Marisa was with them within a sec. She got between Skylar and him and threw a really small vial at him.
“That’ll cure whatever is wrong with you! Drink it and stay away from Skylar!” She commanded.
Even in his mad state, El Crow knew whose voice he hated and whose voice he didn’t. His ears recognized the depth of Marisa’s vocals.
His head was howling as he caught the glass vial and threw it at the floor, wasting the so-called liquid.
“I’ll willingly die by the hands of an enemy instead of taking a favor from your hands, witch.” he groaned, grabbing his head with his hands.
The smell of blood was getting stronger from Skylar’s angle.
“Fuck….” He looked around sickeningly.
Everyone else blurred out in his hot sight except Roselle and Skylar.
Skylar’s heartache flared. She held the chest with a grab, staggering back towards the earlier washroom.
“AHHH!!!” El Crow’s next groan made his throat tear, blood sliding out of his lip as he went for Skylar again.
“You leave me with no choice then,” Marisa secretly pulled a knife from under her dress, ready to stab his guts out, but that was when Arturo entered with the rest of the boys.
Arturo went under the tables, cutting his journey short stylishly. By the time he got up at the other end of the hall, he was in front of El Crow.
He held the same type of vial Marisa threw at El Crow earlier. He forcefully squeezed it into El Crow’s hand, nodding assuredly at him.
“I got this through tooth and nail. Ayana said this vial works for madness induced by poison.”
He unscrewed the vial cap, and El Crow lifted it to his lips, drinking everything inside at a go.
It made him sleepy at first. His eyes dimmed, and when he staggered, Castle and Blade quickly held him.
He stayed still, eyes shut.
“El!” Castle shook him.
“El?” Kent tapped his shoulder.
No response.
Instead, he slipped away from their holds like he was going to fall.
“Geez!” Blade caught him, steadying his weight. “He’s fucking heavy.”
“He’ll wake up. Give it time.” Arturo muttered as El Crow’s unconscious body rested on his shoulder.
Arturo looked up.
When his eyes met everyone’s, he didn’t look sorry for what had happened. He looked unaffected.
“The banquet can continue now that my son is fine.”
“You ruined my banquet, and none of y’all will leave without paying for it. You, your son, and the other fingerlings you brought,” Marisa’s habitually calm voice sounded haunting like her melodies.
Arturo’s eyes met with hers.
Even with the unspoken anger and history in the atmosphere, he still looked unaffected.
“What are you going to do, Marisa?” He muttered. “Turn the whole of New Orleans against me and my Team?”
“More than that, Arturo.” Marisa continued, eyes like bleeding stars. “You came in here with your son and men to ruin my banquet! You’re going on your knees right now. Apologize to me with your men and that son of yours!” Her voice rose.
But even as it rose, it didn’t sound angry like a normal angry person. She sounded dead and webbed.
“You didn’t change,” El Crow’s voice boomed from Arturo’s shoulder.
He’s awake now.
With open eyes, he raised his head slowly till it balanced on his own shoulder, and he walked out from the middle of Arturo and the guys.
No blood sweat anymore.
No raving eyes.
No intense madness.
He walked past Marisa and pulled his scissors out of his pocket. He jumped on her piano, standing on it.
The rich girls were all up from their squats now, and they have their palms over their mouth in shock.
The stewards looked like they were going to faint with shock too.
No one messed with Ma’s piano. It was like her most prized possession.
Roselle had a smile on her lips, and her heart was leaping, racing hard.
How’s a human that divine?
Even with the stitch at the side of his mouth, he looked ravishing. With his bloody clothes, he looked angelic.
Soul bond or not, she always felt attached with this man.
It wasn’t trick.
It was reality.
El Crow crouched on top of the piano, his eyes meeting Marisa’s.
Marisa stood still, staring right back at him, matching his freak.
“How did it feel hiding here in the woods like a tigress, queening over the trees like a lioness and playing the piano all day like a maestro, earning the people’s respect and playing mysterious when you’re nothing close to all of it?” He uttered, pointing the scissors at her.
“Do your fans know? That on a fateful, windy night, you tried to kill your only son! You started by tearing the side of his mouth with a dam scissors, and then you—”
“Liar!!!” Marisa yelled, her voice so tiny it shook everyone’s eardrums. “Does it taste sweet to always tell lies knowing there are people who’ll always believe your lies? People like your clueless father!” She spat.
The darkness in El Crow’s eyes disappeared, replaced by clawing, phantom ghosts.
He raised the scissors and brought it down on the piano, stabbing the organ deeply. He uprooted a key, but it was only the start.
He jumped down the piano and continued his stabs, driving and re-diving the scissors into the keys,, the wires, the glass compartments.
He cut and stabbed and broke and uprooted.
Like a mentally lost person, he was grinning strangely as he destroyed the piano, the sound as disturbing as the sound of Marisa’s tunes.
His grinning was so rattling and unnerving it made the rich girls cluster in a corner again, scared.
He chuckled with a yell when he drove the scissors in the piano again. The keys made loud, strangled noises like they were begging for mercy as he stabbed them.
“No,” the female steward muttered.
“No!!” The male shouted.
“Good riddance,” Roselle whispered. “I’ve never liked this Marisa.”
Arturo just stood silently with the Enigmas behind him, watching like he’s satisfied with what’s going on.
Marisa looked unaffected too.
She watched El Crow’s madness without moving a finger or showing any emotions, but inside her, she was getting wrecked like the piano.
Every broken wire.
Every destroyed key.
She felt everything.
El Crow uprooted the last piano key, but he still wasn’t satisfied. He gathered some keys and glass pieces into his palms. From his palms, he shoved them in his mouth and began chewing with mad dedication.
Arturo gasped. “El!”
“Someone stop him,” Roselle muttered to herself, fearful.
Strangely, she could feel pains in her own mouth too.
Strangely, she could feel the pains like she was the one chewing glass. She tasted metal in her mouth.
El Crow could feel his tongue and mouth roof and walls shredding to pieces, but he didn’t stop.
Even when blood drooled out of his mouth to his chin to his neck.
He gathered another handful, shoved it in his mouth again and chewed.
“El!” Arturo rushed over to the piano section with the guys.
It felt like wanting to take sinners away from the devil.
It was impossible to take El Crow away from the piano.
He kept chewing dementedly.
“El!” Castle pushed the piano pieces away from his reach.
But El Crow still went for it.
“El! Come on!” Blade and Kent blocked him, but he blindly pushed them away with kicks.
“El!” Arturo yelled. “Please….”
By now, El Crow’s mouth was already a huge bloody mess, destroyed by the glasses he had been chewing.
He looked up at Marisa, smiling crazily at her as another line of blood rolled from his lips to his throat.
“But of course, everyone believes you over me. You’re loved by every ghost and living in New Orleans. Their Ma will never try to kill her own child, but you know what? I don’t need anyone’s trust and believing!” He pointed the scissors at himself. “I’m what I need, and the most interesting part?” He grinned evilly again, swaying to the left. “You can’t take me away from me. Ever!”
With that, he spat out the remaining shards of glass in his mouth and went for the door.
On his way out, he pushed the cake away, and the cake shattered too, going apart on the floor.
Arturo looked at Marisa without an expression, then he followed El Crow with the rest of the guys.
Marisa’s eyes stayed fixed on the broken destroyed piano on the floor.
She looked like she was already mourning the instrument.
“Ma?” The female steward muttered close to her, shivering.
The rich girls stayed, waiting for what Marisa would say next.
And Roselle? She’s still experiencing mouth pains, finding it hard to even talk or move her mouth.
“Ma?” The male steward called too, and that was when Marisa looked away from the destroyed piano.
She gave the girls a pretty smile. “He had been diagnosed with psychopathia since he was young, and he loved trying to kill himself. That night, he was the one who cut himself with a scissors and…”
She began crying.
“Ma!” One of the girls rushed to her. “Ma, please don’t cry. We know there’s no way an angel like you would do such, and we’ll always believe you. It’ll always be you.”
“Yes, Ma,” another girl rushed to her. “We’ll always be with you. You’re the inspiration for every young girl in this city. Every girl child is right behind you. And we hope your son gets over his psychopathia very soon. You don’t deserve this.”
Marisa nodded.
“I’m so glad to have y’all,”
“The way he was chewing glass and keys earlier is enough evidence to his sickness,” a girl scoffed. “I mean… only a psycho chews glassss!”
“I agree,” another one said.
Every girl in the hall stood by Marisa except Bellatrix who stayed far.
She stared at Marisa emptily.
Roselle was still trying to get herself to talk, but her mouth hurts like hell.
It hurts so much.
Does that mean she’s gonna be feeling El Crow’s hurts too?
What do you mean he chewed glass, and now she can’t use her own mouth cos of the pains?
She didn’t wait for another minute. She rushed out of the hall.
Marisa signalled at the stewards, and another cake was wheeled out to the wall for Marisa’s cutting.
—
[Washroom]
Skylar was still in, silently protecting herself from the presence of El Crow.
So far he was in the hall, her dark heartache would persist, so she smartly came here to stay.
She stood behind the door, but not idle. She held a matchbox which she had been carrying around since yesterday in preparation.
Inferno.
She’s going to summon that bastard. Inferno is fire, and he should answer her call if she struck a match.
She took one out of the matchbox and looked around before striking the stick, but as the matchstick burned, nothing happened.
Nothing at all.
Waste of matchstick.
She took another one and gave it a strike. It burned again.
“Inferno, I know you can see whatever the fuck is going on right now. Get your face out to me!”
She struck the third and fourth matchstick.
Still nothing.
Angrily, she threw the matchbox down and pressed it with her heels, cursing under her breaths.
“Fuck you!”
“Someone’s angry,” Marisa’s voice said by the door as she entered the washroom with a smile.
Skylar turned, inhaling.
“Ma?”
“You weren’t at my cake-cutting, Skylar.” Marisa came closer.
“I’m sorry, but I had to settle something personal by coming in here,” Skylar explained.
“Does it have to do with my son?” Marisa asked straight. “I noticed you were holding your chest like you were in serious pain. Are you ok?”
She looked at Skylar with concern.
“You’re perceptive, Ma,” Skylar smiled tightly. “Yeah, It’s about him, but it’s personal. I wouldn’t want to bug you with my plight.”
Marisa reached for Skylar’s hair and stroked gently.
“I hope a day will come when we’ll grow so close you won’t feel like you’re bugging me by telling me things about yourself.”
Skylar gave her a critical look. “Why was I invited to your banquet?”
Marisa’s hand left her hair immediately, but it was gentle. “I see myself in you, Skylar.” She looked her in the eye. “I want you to become the next me. You’re almost there. You just need a little push which I’m willing to give with my trainings.”
Skylar brightened crazily. “Me? Wait… special trainings from you? What!” She gasped.
Marisa smiled again.
“I watched all of your matches with my son, Skylar. The same son who tried to kill himself but lied that I was the one who tried to kill him…”
Skylar frowned a bit.
“Sorry about that. Must be hard to have a son like that twerp who’d even lie against you.”
Marisa sighed. “It’s fine. My dream is to watch you defeat him in the ring one day, and I’ll help achieve that.”
Skylar looked at her curiously.
“But remember, Skylar,” Marisa held her shoulders slowly. “The first step to becoming an undefeatable female fighter is understanding that no male deserves you. You’re too good for any male. You’re too beautiful for any male, and there’s no love in your heart for any male. Males are for pleasure. Hate that gender, and you’ll find yourself breaking them to pieces in the ring without even trying.”
Skylar smirked.
“I don’t like anyone. Not males. Not females. I only care about myself.”
“That’s a good start,” Marisa’s smile blossomed again. “Tall Doll.”
“Tall Doll?” Skylar repeated.
“You’re beautifully tall, and you’re the younger version of me, so basically, you’re my tall doll.” Marisa explained cursorily.
Skylar’s eyes turned full of admiration as she stared at her.
Marisa pulled out a card and handed it over to her, gently.
“That’s the card of my front door. Come over anytime for your special trainings, and maybe someday, I can help pull you away from Satan.”
Skylar’s interest got more piqued. She slowly took the card from Marisa.
Marisa gave her one last smile before going for the door.
“Oh, and your hair. Long hair increases the lethality of your beauty. Stop cutting your hair, Skylar.”
She left the room, and Skylar’s hand went up to touch her hair while her second hand caressed the card.
Somehow, she could feel that things were about to change.
—
An hour later, the manor was free of guests. Everyone left already.
Marisa stood in the middle of the broken piano, staring at it with dead eyes and tight fists.
Her stewards stood behind her, awaiting her next orders.
“This has to be the bitterest Ma’s birthday banquet, all because of that psycho lying son,” The female said.
“What’s next, Ma?” The male asked.
“Call the musical house. A new piano has to arrive here tommorow morning with all-black keys.” Marisa faced them swiftly, hair flowing.
“And?” The female asked.
“Prepare to make Team Enigma pay for what El Crow did here tonight. They’ll pay with their lives.” Marisa’s eyes rolled with each word.
The female steward chuckled.
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[ – A Grill ]
The rain got heavier during the drive back to the Enigma House.
Arturo suggested they crashed at the grill which they really did.
While Castle and Blade and Kent drank at the other end of the bar, El Crow sat silently in the middle with Arturo beside him.
Arturo had been drinking from his bottle of rum, but El Crow didn’t.
El Crow doesn’t drink.
He doesn’t smoke.
His mouth already healed completely, but he’s still bloody all-over.
He still looked smashed.
Across the street, some group of people rallied and sang praises of Marisa around the alleys and roads. And they’re all men.
Banners of Marisa.
Posters of Marisa.
Paintings of her.
Marisa was everywhere.
And it’ll be like that for the rest of this week. El Crow’s ears ticked with disgust as the praises from the singing men hit his eardrums.
“You know I expected you to have went to the singing men right now and wound them like you always did yearly.” Arturo sighed.
El Crow looked at him.
“But here you are, sitting calmly…” Arturo smiled. “Is my son getting over her mother’s curse?”
El Crow looked away.
“Will getting violent stop them? Next year, they’ll rally for her again. I have better things to get violent on.”
Arturo smiled again, giving him a pat on the shoulder.
“You know I’ll always believe you, right? She was the one who tried to kill you. I know you’d never try to kill yourself no matter how deep your psychopathia ran,” He said.
El Crow looked at the pouring rain through the bar window.
Arturo sighed, deciding to drop the topic. “Who poisoned you?” He asked.
“I’ll handle whoever poisoned me,” El Crow responded grumpily.
“I suffered before getting that liquid vial for you. Ayana didn’t want to give it, but the moment she mentioned that the vial liquid would cure any poison, I swear, I went on my knees just to get it from her.” Arturo explained seriously.
El Crow looked at him, stern.
“I’ll take care of my poisoner,”
“I trust you,” Arturo nodded, drinking from his bottle.
At the other side of the bar, the guys were drinking through talks, and they all looked moody.
“Who also believes El?” Kent asked. “He definitely didn’t try to kill himself. I mean… would he intentionally cut his own mouth?”
“I believed he wouldn’t intentionally cut his own mouth before, but seeing how he ate broken piano glasses in the hall tonight, I don’t know what to think anymore.” Blade muttered.
“I’m neutral,” Castle sighed, dropping his scotch bottle. “I don’t believe El, and I don’t believe Ma. I’ll wait for when the truth surfaces.”
Silence took over again, and while Castle and Kent drank, Blade bagam doom-scrolling on his phone.
“Why are you always on your phone?” Castle noticed.
“You noticed too?” Kent gasped. “He’s always pressing that phone!”
“I own it,” Blade rolled eyes. “Why can’t I press it.”
“You’re entering the ring with Rosita from Dread House soon. You better not disgrace us.” Castle scoffed.
“I know you’re stalking one girl on that phone of yours, I just can’t prove it.” Kent shadowed his eyes.
Before Blade could talk again, phone cried to life, and he swiped green.
Bishop and Lovato’s face appeared on screen. It was a video call.
“Has El been found?” Lovato asked.
“How many people did he kill? Do we have to bury?” Bishop asked sharply.
“Calm down, he didn’t kill anyone this time…” Blade replied calmly.
“You good? Lovato?” Kent asked.
Lovato nodded, and Castle took the phone from Blade.
Immediately Lovato saw Castle’s face, she recoiled.
“Sorry I shouted at you. El was missing, and I lost my shit.” He apologized.
Lovato smiled.
“Yeah. I… forgive you.”
Castle smiled back.
When they kept staring at each other on screen, Bishop left Lovato’s side out of frustration.
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[Jethro Ortega’s House]
“Young Miss is back, sir.” A guard reported immediately Bellatrix returned into the house.
Ortega tilted from the living room couch, and Bellatrix entered.
“Dad? You’re not asleep yet?” She asked as the guards took her bag.
“Sleep when you’re not back?” Jethro scoffed. “You know I never do that.”
“But you aren’t receiving any gist about the banquet tonight. I’m too tired to talk right now. You’ll get every info you want tommorow.” Bellatrix gave him a smile.
She dropped a peck on his cheek before rushing inside.
“Isn’t my bamolina so adorable?” Jethro smiled darkly at his guards who dared not return the smile.
“Get the umbrella,” he suddenly ordered. “I’m going out to meet Satan and her Midnight.”
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Getting to her room, Bellatrix sat in front of her mirror, wiping her makeup and replaying the events of the birthday banquet in her head.
Especially the El Crow part.
She gently rested her elbows on her vanity table, imagining him chewing the broken piano glasses like that.
“Of course he’s crazy, as fuck.” She smiled, dropping the wet wipes.
She reclined slowly.
“But why do I believe his own words over Ma’s?” She asked herself. “That stitch beside his mouth doesn’t look like it was done by himself.”
She shut her eyes, slowly. “Damn. Did I just fall in love at first sight?”
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[Outside the Gate]
“Don’t you think we should leave?” Midnight asked in the car. “I mean, we want to see him, but if he’s treating us this way, it’s stupid. We’ve been here for five hours nor.”
“I plan to wait till daybreak,” Satan declared. “You know how much authority Jethro Ortega and Marisa Cesar owns in this city. I believe Roselle will come with something profitable from Marisa’s banquet. It’s my own job to handle Jethro.”
“You and that idiotic Arturo literally own this city, Satan,” Midnight said.
“Yes we do,” Satan looked at him. “But Jethro and Marisa own the people inside this city. Power has ranks, Midnight. You should learn.”
That instant, Jethro appeared with his guards who were holding more than one umbrella over his head.
Satan and Midnight got down from the car, umbrella over their own heads too as they came face-to-face with Jethro and his people.
“You won’t even invite us inside?” Satan smirked subtly.
“You haven’t earned enough merits to enter my house,” Jethro settled.
“Be at the next underground match. I won’t disappoint you,” Satan said.
Jethro came closer, his umbrella nearly pushing Satan’s umbrella away. His eyes looked gravelly.
“If I waste my gasoline, bet and my time, and your team member ends up losing, you’ll pay me with that team member. You’ll give her to me, I’ll kill her in front of you, and you’ll kneel and say than you.” Jethro promised.
“My daughter Rosita will be entering the ring, and I promise you won’t be disappointed,” Satan cleared.
Jethro’s lips flattened.
—
[Daybreak – Skylar’s Suite]
New batch of pvzzy eaters entered the Dread House today, and as usual, Skylar got the first serve.
The guy that was sent to her room was lanky and not tattoed with a long hair which made him look feminine.
He was smiling as he entered the room, meeting Skylar who sat on her favorite living room couch.
He stretched his medical report, and she took it to read with a blank face.
“Never done this before, I’m still a virgin both in my mouth and in my c+k.” He smiled at her.
“I didn’t ask you to smile,” Skylar’s ironed face smoldered him.
“I’m happy because I heard no one has ever eaten you till you orgasmed before. I’ll make you cum and…
Before he could finish, Skylar’s hand went under her short skirt. She pulled away her thongs.
“On your knees.” Her stone-cold voice met the guy prepared, and he went on his knees immediately.
She dragged his face to the middle of her legs, and the moment his mouth touched her pv+sy, she shut her eyes, throwing her head on the headrest.
Her head was a mess of jumbled thoughts about her meeting with Marisa. About Inferno who refused to be summoned, and about Bellatrix’s words on Null and Apex blood.
She’ll have to meet Bellatrix again, but how? Whose daughter was she?
The eater between her legs inserted his tongue, and Skylar picked the horsewhip on the table, landing it mercilessly on his back.
“No tongue! Just f+kin eat! Damn!” She cussed impatiently.
The eater apologized by eating deep, sucking into her open clit.
“Ah…yeah… right there, the c+nt….fu…. damnit!”
Rosita barged into the suite, and Skylar’s eyes opened.
“This habit of barging in uninvited? It has to really stop.”
“We need to talk. I don’t have the time for your shenanigans right now.” Rosita crossed her arms.
The eater stood, licking his lips greedily. Skylar waved her arm at him, and he left the Suite.
“I need your blood in a cup,” Rosita said dryly.
Skylar stood, scoffing.
“I guess you’re on your period? Why didn’t you tell your mother so she can make me transfuse you as usual.”
“I don’t need pipes in my body! Just give me your blood in a cup!” Rosita snarled at her face. “I’ll just mix it with my tonic and drink.”
“Why?” Skylar muttered.
“Cos I don’t want to depend on you for the rest of my life!” Rosita yelled at her face angrily.
With a wicked smile, Skylar walked into her kitchen, got a knife, cut herself on the palm and drained the blood in a cup for her.
Rosita snatched the cup and left the Suite as fast as she came.
Skylar dropped the knife, and her cut palm healed immediately.
Quincy and Renee entered, and Skylar sat nonchalantly.
“You both here to gist me?”
“Rosita made Roy bark last night on all fours,” Quincy said.
“I’m not shocked,” Skylar muttered.
“You’re so insufferable.” Renee hissed at her. “You seriously look like one of those dogs who’d only date a man for his money and sex.”
“Woof.” Skylar frowned sourly. “Why else would I date a MAN?”
Quincy giggled. “I think an issue will soon breakout cos Roselle is currently in Boss Satan’s office, reporting something.” He whispered.
“I need to go somewhere before I get called to that office,” Skylar shot up.
“Where are you going?” Quincy asked. “You won’t gist us about the birthday banquet?”
Skylar looked back.
“I’m going to get a piercing done,” She said with a straight face.
—
[Piercing Shop]
Skylar literally bounced inside, darting her eyes around looking for her usual piercer.
The shop was large, owned by more than one person, so patrons have preferred piercers for themselves.
Shortly, Skylar found hers across the room, and she crossed over to him in the middle of buzzing piercing machines and chatting patrons.
But getting there, she saw what she wasn’t expecting to see.
Her piercer was currently working on someone, and it’s none other than the stitchmouth—El Crow.
He sat propped on the leather sofa, and the piercer worked on his brows.
“Skylar?” The Piercer beamed. “You didn’t book an appointment.”
“Of all people,” Skylar scoffed at El Crow who acted like he didn’t see her.
Now she’d have to leave cos she can’t be in the same space as him.
She can’t deal with another heartache.
She turned around, hands in pockets.
“Seeing you run away from my space everytime is an insane show I don’t want to end soon,” his voice dropped like a detonation. “How far, and how much can you run?”
Skylar stopped, brow rising as she looked back over her shoulder.
“Being in the same space as you has never been a flex, even before the heartache kicked in.”
“Is that why you poisoned your blood that I licked?” He stood with a hell-boubded smirk. “Have you started thinking of how to survive my fangs when I retaliate?”
Skylar chuckled, turning completely. “I didn’t beg you to lick my blood. Bring your retaliation on, and let’s see how far you can go t…
Before she could continue, she grabbed her chest and stepped back.
“This darn ache!”
She made to go for the door, but the sharp crying sound of a kid came from the next piercing room.
Her head snapped back.
“Is that a kid crying?”
“Don’t mind it.” the Piercer smiled, trying to cover it up.
El Crow’s face melted to a frown. “What’s a kid doing in a strictly adult piercing shop?”
Before anyone could say anything else, Skylar was already walking into the next piercing room.
“Skylar!” The Piercer followed her with a fast run, but she couldn’t be stopped till she entered.
Right inside the room was a kid girl, less than five years old, naked.
And her little nipple was getting sucked by one of the piercers.
Skylar’s eyes widened.
Behind her, El Crow entered too.
His knuckles turned white as he squeezed his palms, disgust settling deep in his viscera.
“Motherfucker!!!” Skylar followed that Piercer with a growl, moving in a brutal circle with her elbow protruded till she stabbed the Piercer on the mouth with that elbow.
The man fell back, and he met El Crow in that back.
El Crow’s blow smashed down on his mouth too—that mouth he sucked the kid with. He slammed it.
The man staggered forward, trying to man up and retaliate, but again, he met Skylar in that front.
“Scum of the earth!!” Skylar growled insanely and did a slow jump, went in another circle, and her knee came crashing on his face.
He staggered back again, and El Crow grabbed his hair.
“You don’t deserve the air you breath. D+k!” He smashed his face to the wall, and the man’s forehead cracked.
With that maddening anger, El Crow grabbed the keg of gasoline lying in a corner of the room.
He emptied it all on the man.
Skylar picked a lighter from a table.
He picked another lighter from the next table.
They dragged the little girl aside and flipped their lighter on, throwing it at the gasoline-wet man.
In collaboration, they set him on fire.
TBC.
