Author's POV
The air in the high-security wing was thick with the copper tang of blood and the electric charge of impending slaughter. Alveraze huddled in the corner of his darkened office, the silver dagger he'd used on Jay-Jay sitting on the desk like a cursed relic. His breath hitched. He had done it. He had bled the Queen. But as the silence of the North Hall stretched, a cold realization began to sink in: he hadn't killed her. And the men who loved her were coming.
Outside, the hallways were a pressure cooker. Keifer, Ace, Zein , Freya Percy and other moved like a theaded shadow, their footsteps heavy with the promise of a slow death. Keifer's knuckles were still stained with Jay's blood—life he would reclaim in Alveraze's screams.
"I want his hands first," Percy whispered, his voice a jagged edge of grief and fury. "I want to feel the bones that held the blade."
"You get the hands," Felix growled, his Supremo persona eclipsed by something far more ancient and feral. "I want his heart."
They reached the heavy mahogany doors of the administrative suite. Keifer raised his boot to kick it in—
BOOM.
A concussive blast of white light and pressurized gas exploded from the ceiling vents. It wasn't a bomb; it was a neuro-sedative, a high-concentrate "gift" from Andrew Watson's personal lab.
Keifer's vision blurred. He saw Ace stumble, his knees hitting the carpet. He tried to reach for his pistol, but his fingers felt like lead. The last thing he saw before the darkness swallowed him was the hem of a lab coat and the glint of Andrew Watson's polished shoes.
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When Keifer's eyes snapped open, the world was a blur of fluorescent light and cold steel. He was upright, his wrists bound by reinforced titanium shackles to a central pillar.
To his left, Ace and Percy were similarly restrained, their heads lolling as the sedative wore off. Zein, Vanessa, and the others were lined up against the far wall, guarded by a dozen men in tactical gear.
In front of them sat a massive projector screen, live-streaming to the Grand Ballroom. Thousands of students were watching, their faces pale masks of horror as they saw their idols—the "invincibles"—chained like animals.
Andrew Watson stepped into the light, looking every bit the dark god Keifer loathed. Beside him, Madam Violet smoothed her skirt, her eyes gleaming with a manic, vengeful triumph. Alveraze stood behind them, a shaky, arrogant smirk returning to his face.
Andrew walked up to Keifer, tilting his head with mock affection. "Missed me, Keifer?"
Keifer spat a glob of blood-flecked saliva at Andrew's shoes. "Yeah. Fucking a lot, 'Uncle.' I've been dreaming of the exact frequency your neck will make when it snaps."
Andrew didn't flinch. He laughed, a dry, hollow sound. "Still the same stubborn brat. Just like your girl. You always did have a penchant for broken things."
He turned to Ace, his expression shifting to one of clinical disdain. "And Mr. Supremo. You really thought you could outstep us? That you could build a kingdom within my fortress? It's cute, really. But a king without a throne is just a target."
Finally, he stopped in front of Zein. His hand reached out to brush a stray hair from her face, and she bared her teeth like a trapped wolf. "And Ms. Shion. Are you ready for the same fate as your sister? You know, your blood is the final key. Your 'failed' genetics are actually the most stable catalysts for the experiment. You aren't a student, Zein. You're a harvest."
Madam Violet stepped toward the camera, her voice projecting to the entire school. "Students of Hell University! Look at your 'heroes'! This is the result for those who think they can challenge the hand that feeds them. Tonight is not a gala. It is a culling!"
Alveraze, emboldened by the shackles, stepped forward. "Let's start the show. Andrew, let's grab Jay first. I want to finish what I started in front of her 'King.'"
Andrew nodded. "Guards, bring the girl from the clinic. Let Keifer watch her take her last breath."
Four guards sprinted toward the medical wing. The room fell into a tense, heavy silence. Keifer hung his head, his shoulders shaking.
A minute passed. Then two.
Suddenly, the guards came sprinting back, their faces ashen. "Sir! The clinic... it's empty!"
Andrew's smile didn't just fade; it disintegrated. His face contorted into a mask of pure, unadulterated rage. "What do you mean, empty? She was gutted! She couldn't walk!"
"Where are they?!" Andrew roared, his voice vibrating the glass walls. "Search every inch of this wing! Now!"
Then, a sound broke through Andrew's fury.
It was a laugh.
It started with Keifer, a low, guttural rumble that grew into a manic roar. Then Ace joined in, a cold, mocking sound. Zein's laughter was the sharpest—a victory lap in vocal form.
"Why are you laughing?" Violet shrieked, her hand trembling as she drew a small pistol. "Why the fuck are you all laughing?!"
Zein looked up, her eyes glowing with a terrifying clarity. "Because you fell in our trap, Madam Violet. You really think we'd let you dictate the ending of our story?"
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From the darkened corner of the ceiling, a shadow detached itself. Raze dropped like a silent predator, his combat knife plunging into the jugular of the guard holding the remote for the shackles.
At the same moment, Mia—who had been feigning a breakdown against the wall—slipped a hairpin from her locks. With the precision of a master thief, she jammed it into the electronic lock of Ace's restraints.
Click.
Ace didn't wait. He lunged forward, using the heavy titanium chain still hanging from his left wrist as a flail. He caught the nearest guard in the temple, the sound of bone shattering echoing through the hall.
"My turn," Keifer growled as Mia freed him next.
The room erupted into a symphony of violence.
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Keifer's POV
I didn't use a knife. I wanted to feel it. I intercepted a guard's punch, snapped his arm back at the elbow, and used his own tactical vest to slam him into the projector screen. The image of the ballroom flickered and died as I tore the man's throat out with my bare hands.
I was a Watson, and tonight, I was proving exactly why that name was feared. I moved through the guards like a storm, every strike a lethal calculation.
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Ace's POV
They call me Supremo for a reason. I didn't just fight; I commanded the space. I grabbed two guards by their helmets and slammed them together with enough force to crack the visors. I was a blur of black silk and white-hot rage.
I saw a guard aiming at Zein; I threw my heavy shackle with the force of a shotput, caving in the man's chest before he could pull the trigger. "Kill them all!" I bellowed, the sound of my voice a war drum.
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Zein's POV
I found a discarded baton on the floor. I wasn't the victim they wanted. I was the executioner they deserved. I swung the baton with a two-handed grip, shattering kneecaps and collarbones.
I moved with the grace my mom had taught me, a dance of redirection and pain. When a guard tried to tackle me, I stepped into his shadow and drove my elbow into the base of his skull.
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The Group
Edrix and Rory were a whirlwind of blades, moving in a synchronized "V" formation that left a trail of red in their wake.
Vanessa and Mia stayed back-to-back, using stolen sidearms to pick off anyone who tried to flank the boys. The "failed batches" were a perfectly oiled machine of destruction.
Freya and Percy delivering deadly hit to every one who came in their way.
Cin, Dave , Jerome and Felix making sure none of them would ever wake up , who are left by hot by any chance and recording the moment.
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Andrew and Violet retreated into the far corner, shielded by a final row of elite guards. "Get us out of here!" Violet screamed, her composure completely gone.
Alveraze saw his chance. He backed away from the chaos, eyeing the service exit in the shadows. He turned to run, but stopped dead.
A figure stood in the doorway.
She was standing their firm . Her white gown was replaced by black shirt and shorts , soaked in dried crimson from her stomach to her knees. But she wasn't looking like someone injured.She looked like a predator. In her hand was a long, jagged piece of glass she'd taken from the clinic.
"Going somewhere?" Jay-Jay rasped.
Alveraze's knees buckled. "No... no, this can't be. You were supposed to be injured! I felt the blade go in!"
Jay stepped into the light, a lethal, ghostly smirk playing on her lips. "You really think a cockroach like you is capable of hurting me? You missed the vitals, Alveraze. You were too busy shaking to aim straight."
Keifer appeared behind Alveraze, placing a heavy hand on his shoulder. The man jumped, nearly sobbing.
"That was our trap, you rats," Keifer whispered into his ear. "We knew Andrew would use the neuro-gas. We knew he'd bring us here to brag. We just needed you to think you'd won so you'd stop looking for the real threat."
Ace stepped up on the other side. "You were so busy celebrating your 'victory' that you didn't even notice your head nurse was replaced two hours ago."
From behind Jay, a tall, imposing figure stepped out, stripping off a medical mask. It was Rakki, his eyes cold and clinical. He adjusted his gloves and smirked at the trembling Alveraze.
Raze stepped forward, wiping a splash of blood from his cheek. He looked at the camera that was still broadcasting to the entire school.
"Together, everyone," Raze commanded.
The group lined up, a wall of scarred, beautiful, deadly survivors.
"WELCOME TO THE HELL UNIVERSITY," they roared in unison.
Jay didn't wait for a rebuttal. She reached out, her fingers locking around Alveraze's neck like iron bands. He tried to scream, but the sound was cut short. With a single, fluid motion—a display of strength that defied her injuries—she twisted.
CRACK.
Alveraze's body went limp, his eyes rolling back as he fell to the floor like a discarded rag.
Jay didn't even look at the body. Her eyes, cold as deep space, locked onto Andrew and Violet.
"Your turn," she whispered.
She and Zein started toward them, their movements synchronized, a sisterhood of vengeance. Andrew's eyes widened. He reached into his pocket, and Violet did the same.
"You haven't won yet, children!" Andrew hissed.
They both slammed something onto the floor—spheres of high-density magnesium and smoke. A blinding flash engulfed the room, hotter than a thousand suns.
"Get down!" Keifer yelled, shielding his eyes.
When the smoke cleared seconds later, the corner was empty. The reinforced glass of the private elevator was shattered, and the hum of the descending lift echoed in the silence.
They were gone.
Jay stood in the center of the room, the blood on her dress stark against the white floor. She looked at Keifer, then at the camera still filming them for the thousands of students downstairs.
"Let them run," Jay said, her voice carrying through the speakers of the Grand Ballroom. "They can hide in the vents, they can hide in the labs. But this isn't their school anymore."
She picked up Alveraze's fallen dagger and drove it into the mahogany desk.
"This is our hunting ground now."
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A/N
Hey everyone, before we dive into the aftermath of that bloodbath, I wanted to take a second to talk to you all heart-to-heart.
First off, a massive, special thank you to DaoistnNNAOI. You have been an absolute legend, smashing through the comment targets and showing so much love for every update. Your energy keeps this story moving!
I also want to give a huge shoutout to my consistent supporters:
Dhan_Lakshmi_8354, Tabia_Nazzer, and ananyakumari00859. Seeing your names in the notifications genuinely makes my day. Thank you for sticking by these characters and this crazy journey.
To everyone who comments and supports this book: I love you guys. Your feedback is what gives me the fuel to keep writing these intense scenes.
However, I have to be honest about how I'm feeling. I can see the view counts going up, which means there are many of you out there reading in the shadows. I'm so happy you're here, but it hurts a little to see so many "ghost readers."
Writing these chapters—especially long ones like this—takes so much time, emotion, and hard work. Your comments are like the "payback" for that effort; they let me know I'm not just writing into a void.
I want to know who else is out there! If you are enjoying the story, please, don't stay silent. Seeing the same few faces is wonderful, but I know there are more of you. If you're truly reading and enjoying this, please show yourself in the comments.
Target for the next chapter: 20+ comments.
I won't be uploading the next part until we hit this goal. I want to see the community grow and hear what you all think about the war that's about to break out.
I'm really sorry if this sounds rude or demanding. That isn't my intention at all. I'm just feeling a bit hurt and discouraged seeing so much silence from the majority of readers. I hope you understand where I'm coming from.
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