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Trap of Lies Part-25

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TW: Heavy Violence.

MC's POV

"Tell your father to keep regard of his age and speak as much as his position allows him to or I can't guarantee his coming years to be filled with mirth", Alan threatens me, cracking his gloved knuckles as he does.

Jesus, does this man not infuriate my existence. If I had my way, I shan't have kept myself from snapping his neck, but I must keep my temper at bay for no good has ever come from it. I need to keep at this daunting task, however much it makes me tear my skin and itch at it. This is MY revenge, MY order of justice. I'll serve it as I wish to.

I keep my gaze from darkening at his looming yet empty threat and instead, pull a whimpering mask over myself.

"Alan, love, please stay at ease", I fawn my helplessness, "You can do whatever you wish to do with me but please, keep my parents away from it."

"Or what?", he grabs my chin, digging his nails in my cheeks, "You plan on fleeing to that bitch, Jake, now that he already took over my business?"

I put my hands on his chest, trying to calm his grip on my face and distance myself from him. Of course though, my mere act of self preservation ticks him off wrong and he pushes me hard backwards, making me trip and fall on my arse.

"Oh, so now you can't bear my touch too?", he scoffs and manically starts bellowing in laughter. I shall be lying if I said I wasn't scared, because I really was. I was terrified at the sight following before me.

Suddenly, he jerks towards me, taking advantage of my fallen state and kicks my side, hard. I feel air being knocked out of my lungs as he again makes contact of his foot with my body, this time my spine.

He picks me up and suddenly, a knife appears in his hand, which he strikes inside the left of my torso. I gasp from the sudden excruciating pain, making me grip the broken skin from bleeding the life out of me.

I can't die.

"You have to die, MC", he says cooly, "but not in my house. Your blood cannot seep into my house."

With that, he takes the knife out of me, making me fall down with a thud, sideways, my hand still gripping the stabbed part. He throws a rag over me, covering my body before throwing me over his horse and taking off god knows where.

Every gallop the horse takes makes me want to jump off it so the pain stops. It's too much. Just too much that I can't help but cry out a scream when the colt jumps over a puddle.

"One more word and I'll tie your feet to this horse's stirrup and drag you to the location", he hisses at me. I bite my tongue to keep every moan in as my insides churn.

Somebody needs to find me, and fast.

Anthony's POV

"Ow", I wince as a needle pricks into my shoeless feet, making me stagger towards the heap of concrete sand. As I make my way there, the loud stampede of an animal catches my ear. I look towards the source of the sound and see a horse with two people mounted on it, making their way towards my direction in a very hasteful manner.

I jump towards the side before getting under the stallion's feet and quickly try looking at the person riding it, but I am too late to notice their faces, their backs and saddle pad the only view I manage to catch. A bobby.

Dejected, I look down, my attention back to my aching foot when I see dark red blobs making the trail behind the horse. My eyes widen on their own accord, making me remember my own childhood trauma.

"Get on, Tony. We gotta reach the town centre for goods exchange", I hear Luke howling. I try to speak but the sound does not escape my lips. I try to turn and look back at Luke but my feet just gets stuck.

"Tony?", Luke asks, putting his hand on my shoulder and shaking me back to reality. When he sees my paled face, he grips both my shoulders comfortingly and squats, asking, "What happened? What's wrong?"

I know there's no point trying to talk so I simply point my little finger at the sight. Luke follows my direction and shocks paints his face too, though he handles it better than me. "Ok boy. We need to tell this to Leader" and takes my hand to rush to the Bar.

Phil's POV

I brush my hair into a neat ponytail and check my appearance once again in the mirror. The last time I felt this nervous was probably when I fled my stepfather's house as a 16 year old.

I, again, takeout my pocket watch for the umpteenth time and then take a look at my desk, unfolding the note again.

Phil, I need your help. Meet me at the town square at noon. Jess

It's been 5 years since my sister made any contacts with me. The last time we exchanged a word, she had sworn to sever everything between us. So, now that she has sent a word to me, it worries me green over what went down that has pushed her towards me.

"What have you gotten yourself in, Jessy?"

Jessy's POV

"Hello to you too, brother", I greet him, as politely as I can allow myself to, trying not to scoff over how, even after 5 years, my brother doesn't show any affection or longing or anything but asks me, in the plainest way possible. 'What have i gotten myself into?'

"I need your help to expose Angus Barnett", I return back the curtness.

"How do you expect me to do that?", he asks me.

"Well, I know you're with a wrong crowd, I know you have quite an influence in this area and I know you are engaged with the trading of drugs."

"How do you-", I am about to ask her when my gaze falls onto two frantic kids. "Excuse me, Jessy."

He moves towards them and the two kid's faces brighten up on seeing him, though a worried frown is still etched on the younger lad's face.

"Leader. Tony here saw blood blobs on the town's outskirts trailing behind a horse", the older kid tells him, his voice raspy.

"It was a bobby. Coming from the Chief's den", Tony chimes in.

"A bobby?", I can't help but shriek behind me. "Phil. We need to get there, right now."

"Huh? How does this bother you?"

"Because that's probably MC!"

"Ok. You need to tell me what's going on here, but first, we need to reach MC. Tony, you come with us. Luke, I need you to keep a watch on the bobby station and tell any suspicious activity to Daniel."

Phil's POV

"You are absolutely nuts, Jessica Hawkins! Oh no, my bad. Jessica Hallister", I shout at her over the loud galloping of our horses. "I know you care for MC, but you should not support her in her crazy rendezvous. What if Alan were to attack you both? How would you protect yourself?"

"Oh, hush Phil. I am no damsel in distress and neither is MC. To think we are both weak is a grave error on your chivalrous self. We are more adept than you would believe."

I am about to prove her wrong when Tony intercepts me, saying "That's the horse I saw. The same saddle pad", pointing his finger ahead.

I nod to Jessy and we both dismount the horse, as quietly as possible. Tony begins to descend too before I stop him. "Child, you go back. Take my horse and retreat back. We shall take it from here", I instruct him, handing him a few gold coins just in case. He takes them from me and nods, making his way back.

I move to tie the horse to a faraway tree, taking the gun out from the saddle pocket, before joining Jessy and making our way, sneakily, towards the horse, talking shelter behind the tall trees as we do.

I hear Jessy gasp, and jerkingly move my gaze over her line of vision, and does it not make my blood churn.

Alan drags MC by her hair towards the centre, a huge spot of blood colouring the torso area of her croset. Jessy makes a rush towards the scene, when I grab her by her arm and stop her. "We go in there and he'll kill MC if he hasn't already", I whisper shout at her.

MC struggles to free herself from his chainsaw hold, though to no avail. I squat towards a nearer tree and take cover behind it before aiming my gun on this coxcomb.

3, 2, 1

The snap of the gunshot fills the abandoned area, making crows kaw away in fear. We rush towards MC as Alan grips his shoulder, howling in pain.

Jessy goes and wraps MC in her arms, crying on seeing her friend in an almost dead state.

"This wench, Jessy! I knew she would cause some hurdles in my plans. I will kill you, you bloody-", Alan curses until I break his jaw with my punch, making blood splatter.

"You. Do. Not. Insult. My sister. In front of me, do you get it?", I get on him and say this, ending each words with a punch on his face, till his face turns plump and distorted.

"Phil", I hear a weak yet firm force call me and I immediately look back. "I need to handle this in my own way. Please."

I look at her for a while and then get off Alan, handing MC my gun. "End him."

She nods and takes her aim on his heart. "I wish that your afterlife is filled with so much pain, that you'll beg them to kill you until you realise that you're already dead."

She shoots one shot. Then two. Then three. And then, keeps firing until she empties the barrel of gun. After empty clicking the gun, she throws the gun over him and squats down, breaking down in the most gruesome way possible.

I leave them two alone, inspecting what to do with the body. I move towards Alan's horse, surprised at how it stayed motionless the whole time until I see.

"The horse is dead", I hear MC saying it behind me. "He killed it demonstrate how he plans to kill me."

I look at Alan's body and crook my brow, before saying, "We can't leave it here. We can't take it back. If it is not dealt with properly, it is bound to haunt your future."

"I have an idea", Jessy suggests, still rubbing MC's arm. "What if we bury Alan's body here-"

"No, Jessy. Have you lost it?"

"At least let me finish, brother", she spits the last word with anger, silencing me down. The way she said hurts me deep, and according to her, I deserve it. Whatever.

"So, as I was saying, we bury his body in here. But, we bury the horse's body over his."

MC and I look at her, bewildered, trying to make sense of what she said. After she notices no reaction from us, she goes to reexplain it.

"We dig a hole. A deep hole and throw Alan in there. Then, we cover his body with sand, so it is not visible and then bury the horse's body over it too. That way, if anyone were to search for his body and start digging in here, they find the horse's fossils and stop excavating this sight further."

I stay silent, mulling over it for a few seconds until I look up at her, and say,

"Sister. You're evil!"

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inertflouride · 1 year

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Joyful Sirens

Prompt: It's Jake's birthday.

"Triing-triing"

I jerk myself awake, startled by the sudden sound. I scramble towards the source and unlock my phone through my lidded eyes, trying to force my mind back to the living.

Emphasis on 'force' since 2 hours sleep everyday isn't enough for my body to function.

Yes, it's been 5 years since I've been living like this. No, I still haven't developed a habit of functioning without sleep.

Sleep is well... imperative. For most people. For me, it's just a constant reminder that I'm human, that despite it all, I breathe, I think, and I exist.

"Happy Birthday"

This reminds me how personal data still remains on this cell. I boot my laptop open and connect my phone to it. As I browse through the data stored, my mind keeps wandering back to my childhood memories and despite the fact that I try pushing it down, it keeps trickling back through my spine.

I press delete and clean my device of any evidence of its owner. Then, dragging my feet, I collapse back on the bed. And that's when the baggage opens free.

Pictures, Memories, Voices, People rush before my eyes as sleep takes over me.

My mother, holding a giant cake with candle '7' on it, brings it to me at midnight of my birthday.

My mother, holding a small cupcake with candle '8' on it, brings it to me after her overtime shift.

My mother, on a hospital bed, pressing 2 dollars in my fist, urging me to buy a slice of cake.

My mother, inside a grave, somehow still forcing me to buy a cake for myself.

I shoot back into the living, sweat beading my skin wet and traces of dried tears along my temples. I feel sorry for myself. I truly do. But other than that, I can't really do much.

Do I cry? Again? No. Do I talk about it to someone? Maybe MC? No.

My lack of company is not a circumstance of my occupation as a wanted criminal. My lack of company is due to the fact that I distanced myself from any available company, my hacking compatriots, for I got tired from talking about my trauma to people all the damn time.

How many times do you talk to people about your emotional wreck until you get over it? Infinity maybe. At one stage, you just grow tired of talking about it over and over. You feel like a burdening presence nobody has time for. Or even if they do, you just don't want to.

At last, I would just say, or hope, that nobody feels like me on their birthday. Nobody deserves to cry on their birthday. Nobody deserves to go invisible on their birthday.

As for me, maybe I'll try being happy another time

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inertflouride · 1 year

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I am a detective, but my emotions are rather overwhelming. I think in a complex way, but I express my energy in a passive way. In love, I seek support. I take on the role of the messenger.

I am a dreamer but my emotions are rather unpredictable. I think in a vague way, but express my energy in a combative way. In love I seek understanding. I take on the role of the old soul.

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inertflouride · 1 year

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✨Masterlist✨

Well, well, well. You've officially reached me. 'Me' as in me, Miley. Yeah, that's... what you can address me with.

So, this is my chaotic little bubble where you can find a few fics, rants, quotes wherein I overshare about my sad little life, basically a lot of shitposting. As for me, I'm a Senior at high school (getting thru it somehow), a bibliophile, learning astrologer, maladaptive daydreamer, anxious little minx, socially awkward teen, maybe a nerd but definitively not boring. You'll find how ;)

Anyways! Thanks for being here, love y'all. (Yes, I know. Chaotic)

(🌶- Mild spice)

(🌶🌶- Smut)

Multi-Parts:

Turmoils Of You-🌶🌶

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Genre: Angst, Violence, Suspense, Action, Romance

The Heist-🌶

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(Joint effort of several brilliant authors)

Genre: Unique

Oneshots:

Do I want to know? 🌶

Genre: Angst, Passionate

Shattered by your deception (requested)

Genre: Violence, Heartache, Angst

Glimpses of You (requested)

Genre: Fluff, Romance, Softcore

Chain my heart

Genre: Angst, Action, Absolute Chaos

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

I do not consent any of my work being published on other platforms. With or without credit. This is MY work and I wish for it to be ONLY on Tumblr. If you want to share it, share the link. (There's an option for that, you know)

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inertflouride · 1 year

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Chain my heart

Prompt: Jake and MC dated in the past but somehow, between love and responsibility, Jake chose his responsibility, leaving his love to bleed behind. It's been 2 months since that and MC's blood still churns to avenge her broken heart. What she doesn't know is things are way more complicated than they appear.

Warning: Violence, Weapons, Angst?, Cuss words.

"Lemme give you a little advice. Never wear a backless red dress for action", I mumble to Dan who is aiming his sniper from the roof of a five storey building.

"That's why I got you a backless red dress with a slit", he replies back in a low tone, emphasising on the word slit.

I push part of my dress back, revealing all of my bare thigh and strap a gun holster around my upper thigh. "Yeah, the ONLY good part about it", I say as I slip a pistol in the holster.

"Boo, stop complaining about petty things", he relaxes his posture and looks back at me, leaning his head on his arm. I roll my eyes at him and push back my dress over my thigh, my lower leg still revealing.

"Sure. Now when will you stop sniping like a pussy and charge in with me?", I ask in exasperation from waiting in the chilly air in tiny ass clothes. "Though I hate you for making me wear this. Why can't I wear my usual assassin outfit?", I whine and irritatedly move my dress back and forth.

"I not only want those perverted men distracted, but also you concealed in the filthy rich crowd. Plus hackerman would recognise your badass aura", he says as he shuffles his bag for an energy drink.

"Come on Dan, he has a name", I groan at his habit of coming up with new names.

"One I don't give a fuck about AND one who shouldn't either", he scoffs back at me, "Aha, found it", and opens the can with his teeth.

That stung hard but hell with admitting that. "All things apart, I must say though, Jack Daniels without a beard is a tragedy", I quip back at him, masking the sudden grief I felt.

"Yeah yeah. Insult me all you want but if you let hackerman slip today, I'll strangle you myself with my bare hands", he nonchalantly replies back, chugging at the red bull. I look away from him, moving towards the terrace. Chilled Chicago air slaps my face, reminding me of how I was shattered, cheated, used and thrown away. And how I'm again feeling weak for that wretched man.

Who ruined me. Who broke me. Who made me beg for him to stay.

And I'm here again feeling bad for that man? I must be a fool. A dumb fucking fool.

But no more. I'll have him by his balls. Be it dead or alive.

"Okay little one, now's your time. The show's starting", Dan alerts me, snapping me out of my little self reflection.

"Hmm, okay. Right. I'll get going now", I tell that to myself more than him and take a quick breathe in as I feel my feet falter. Dan gets up and jerks me by my shoulder.

"Listen MC. I'm gonna be there in a few myself. Do not panic, do not give yourself away. If you feel suffocated, just merge in the crowd and give yourself time. Most importantly, if you manage to put your finger on hackerman, maintain your distance and observe. He'll recognise you the moment you speak or even look at him", Dan gives me a run through of the situation and presses my shoulder.

"Yeah right. Thanks again, Dan", I quickly add in before starting my mission. As I move towards the elevator, I hear Dan deeply sigh and crush the can he was drinking in anger. He knows what happened the last time Jake... he and I met. Dan was the one who helped me stick together the pieces of my shattered self, pushed me to move on and now is helping me with this.

If not for myself, then for Dan, I have to do this. I need to.

I rush towards the flashy building where the gathering has assembled, wearing my heels before exiting the five storey building I was previously in. The moment I see the door in front of me, I start walking elegantly, allowing my hips to sway from side to side.

"Your invitation, Miss?", the guard in front of me asks. I pull out the VIP token which Dan gave me, and flash it at the guard who quickly stiffens and bows as I make my way through.

The open doors reveal a giant gathering of powerful men and their wives. A few powerful women and their escorts too. I roam my gaze over everyone, spotting the infamous mafia who was arrested for adultery a few months back. But that's not who I am here for, I'm here for...

"Looking for somebody?", a voice breathes in my ear and I jerk my neck around, turning back at the source. But there's nobody there. Strange.

I grab a champagne from the waiter passing by me, and I gulp down the drink in my glass in one go and ask for another. The fuck is with me already hallucinating about him?

"Are you sure you can handle it?", a guy standing behind me asks. I look at him, my gaze going over him. Another rich aristocrat. Or a mafia's son? I don't know. He's wearing a crisp white shirt and black pants, one of his ear studded and hair reaching his neck. "Please excuse my rudeness, I'm Rygel", he extends his hand towards me in a handshake, which of course I return.

"I'm MC. Hello", I awkwardly babble at him. I'm not here for this, how should I tell him that. I do not have time for this!

"You seem a bit lost", he tips his chin and asks me, crooking one of his brows at me.

"Oh no no. Nothing like that", Fuck MC, compose yourself! I find a couple of people dancing towards the side. "Would you like to dance?", I ask, trying to divert his attention from me. A few moves won't hurt right? Plus it would keep me concealed from...

"I hope that isn't the alcohol speaking", pretty face tries to be quirky. Nah, I hope I don't throw up, especially on him.

"Oh haha, you're so funny", I reply back, sarcasm dripping from my sentence and lightly hit his arm in humour. He takes my hand and we move towards the dancing crowd.

"It's a mixer happening", Rygel tells me as he looks at the crowd, sounding disappointed.

"What's that?"

"Ah it's just normal dance with people switching their partners from time to time. C'mon now, the song just ended", he explains and then pulls me with him to the crowd. What did I get stuck into! Also where the fuck is Dan?

The song starts playing and so does everybody's dance. I can't help but think, what is the point of all of this? Yeah right. Rich people having too much time and money on their hands. Pfft.

Amidst my zoning out, I'm suddenly pushed forward by him towards the next person in turn but since it was so sudden, I find myself stumbling as I'm thrown forward.

"Woah, careful. Are you okay?", a familiar voice asks me, concern reflecting in his tone. I don't dare look up at him for he's going to recognise me. The place where his hands are, trying to break my fall, burn with excruciating pain.

Suddenly the champagne tower collapses down, diverting his attention from me. I quickly scram from his embrace and rush towards a less denser area, holding my holstered gun through my dress. Abruptly I'm pulled into a corner harshly via my arm and held against the wall. Out of instinct my voice moves ahead to scream but a hand is put on my mouth and Dan hushes me. My gawking eyes seem to return to normal when I take him in, deeply breathing to tone down from the sudden panic.

"What the fuck, Dan?", I whisper at me angrily, pushing him away from me, "You gave me a fucking shocker of my life!"

"What the fuck me? What the fuck were you doing? How did you land up exactly in that asshole's arms after I specifically asked you not to?!", he whispers back at me, more like a 'whisper shout'. "Thank fuck I arrived when I did and saved your sorry ass or I wouldn't know where would you have been by now. Probably on his bike into the unicorn world", he scoffs at me and gets out, revealing himself with his rifle in hand.

I rush towards him, not to stop him though. Screams fill the place by the people who notice the rifle and start calling for their bodyguards. But Dan already killed them. Aw, sad.

Dan hangs his rifle on his back and runs towards Jake, jumping on him from behind. The element of surprise takes Jake out, who then struggles to push Dan from above him. Dan starts landing punches on Jake's face after which I ask him to stop. He gets up and lets me take charge of the situation.

I offer a hand to Jake to try to help him stand. I snicker as I think about Dan's pissed off thoughts going like, "What the fuck, MC?" "Why this?". I pull Jake up who stumbles a bit, swaying a bit from side to side just from a few hard blows and look at him for a second. Man, how did we reach to this? I really wish we hadn't but no point doing that.

I push my dress behind, revealing my holster and take the pistol out, aiming it at Jake's forehead. "Any last wishes?", I dramatise the whole scene which keeps me from letting tears fall from my eyes.

"Yes. Just a second", I look at him bewildered when suddenly one half of the building blasts off, making me crouch down low. I scream from the suddenness of it when the pistol in my hand is kicked off and I'm being pulled away via my arm.

"Oh hell the fuck no. I'm not coming with you", I shout at being pulled away by Jake, trying to free my wrist, "Let me go, you bastard." But he still doesn't quit and lifts me up. "No no no, put me down. I can't be with you Jake, not anymore", I sob as I throw punches on his back to somehow get him to put me down but no, he stays stoic as hell and keeps going.

"MC, where are you?!", I hear Dan shout as he tries to find me in the chaos.

"Answer him and he dies", Jake cooly tells me and drags me out of the building. I see ambulances lined up outside through my tear blurred eyes and throw a few more punches on his back.

"I fucking hate you Jake! I fucking hate the very existence of you", I spit back at him from the disgust of again ending up with him.

"I know, doll. Now shut the fuck up", he tells me and opens his car's boot space and throw me in there. "Now if you want your hands or limbs to come in between the door, by all means, resist." He crooks one of his brows at me pausing briefly for any reaction from me before slamming the door shut.

Now reader, you must wondering that why didn't I resist. Well, I have a few... tools of me, one which can use to open this door. So why resist and waste my precious energy on putting on a show when I can easily escape out.

So, I lay calmly in here since I don't wanna pass out from less oxygen in here, waiting patiently for Jake to start the car.

To be continued...

(I had this draft from a few months. I just felt like posting it. Lemme know how you like it)

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