Ace's POV
We tore through the university like an untamed storm.
There was no methodical strategy left, no calculated restraint. The absolute authority I had just asserted in the cafeteria—forcing the entire student body of Hell University to their knees and stripping Roxanne of her crown—meant nothing now.
It was all a smoke screen. The poisoning of Keifer, the brutal ambush on Zein, the chaotic restructuring of the school hierarchy—it was all a brilliantly executed distraction.
They wanted us looking ahead so they could strike from behind. And it worked. They had taken Jay.
"Check the old dormitory!" I barked, my voice echoing off the concrete walls of the west wing. "Every room, every locker, every crawlspace! If anyone stays quiet or looks suspicious, break their jaw first and ask questions later!"
Raze,Rory,Edrix,Dave,Matt,Jerome,Cin, Felix, Percy, and Jare moved like phantoms, kicking down doors and shattering glass.
Percy and Jare were still sporting dark bruises on the backs of their necks from where they had been blindsided outside the clinic. The guilt radiating off them was palpable, fueling their aggression as they ripped through the faculty lounges and storage units. We were turning Hell University inside out, building by building, floor by floor.
But there was nothing. No footprints. No dropped items. No whispers. It was as if Jay had vanished into thin air.
Suddenly, a voice shattered the tension in the hallway—a raw, guttural sound that vibrated with pure, unadulterated madness.
"WHERE THE HELL IS JAY?!"
The roar echoed through the corridor, sharp enough to make even the hardened students hiding in their rooms flinch. I turned sharply, my boots clicking against the linoleum.
Limping heavily down the hall, his face pale but his eyes burning with an unstable, lethal fire, was Keifer. He was clutching his chest, the faint trace of dried blood still staining the corner of his lip from the poison that had nearly ended his life an hour ago. He was shaking, but it wasn't from weakness; it was from a volatile, explosive rage.
I stepped into his path, my brows furrowing. "What the hell are you doing here? You should be resting right now. The toxin—"
"I'm fine," Keifer snarled, cutting me off fiercely. He tried to push past my shoulder, his breathing shallow and ragged.
Rory stepped forward, placing a cautious hand on Keifer's trembling shoulder. "But still, you should rest, man. Ace is right. You literally collapsed in the cafeteria. Your body hasn't fully processed the antidote yet."
Keifer snapped. He yanked his shoulder away from Rory's grip, his chest heaving as he glared at us with a terrifying, wild intensity.
"You want me to fucking rest?!" Keifer roared, his voice cracking with an agonizing mixture of fury and despair. "You want me to sit in a hospital bed and breathe easily when my life, my Jay, is drowning away?! Never!"
The desperation in his voice hung heavy in the air. For a second, nobody spoke. We all knew the agony of the act they had been putting on—pretending to be distant, avoiding each other to fool the hidden observers, hurting themselves emotionally just to keep each other safe. And now, the moment the mask fell, she was gone.
I looked Keifer dead in the eye, recognizing the same darkness that consumed me whenever Zein was in danger. I didn't argue. I didn't tell him to go back.
"Then keep up," I said coldly, turning back toward the exit. "We haven't checked the eastern greenhouses or the old auditorium yet. Move."
With Keifer joining the fray, our search grew even more frantic. We tore through the eastern sector, breaking locks, flipping tables, and threatening anyone who dared to breathe too loudly. But as the minutes bled into an hour, the horrifying truth began to settle in.
There was no clue. No trail. Whoever had taken her knew the blind spots of the campus perfectly. They had vanished into the shadows, leaving us running in circles, burning through our fury with absolutely nothing to show for it.
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Zein's POV
Pain was the first thing that greeted me as consciousness slowly crept back into my mind.
My left hand throbbed with a dull, white-hot agony, a remnant of the brutal beating I had taken from Roxanne, Angelica, and the rest of the DBG gang.
But as I lay perfectly still on the clinic bed, I realized the damage wasn't as severe as it felt. My ribs were bruised, but unbroken. My face was swollen, but my vision was clear.
I had to thank Jay for that.
"When you're outnumbered, Zein, don't just absorb the blow," Jay's voice drifted through my memory, recalling a secret training session she had forced me through weeks ago. "Use the momentum. React more than the actual force of the attack. Throw yourself into the fall, scream before the impact lands, make them think they've broken you completely. It makes them sloppy, and it absorbs the real force. It keeps you alive."
I had used her trick. When Angelica had swung at me, I had leaned into the momentum, letting my body hit the ground with theatrical force to minimize the true impact. It was the only reason I was conscious right now.
I was about to fully open my eyes and call out for Ace when the sound of a sharp, clicking heel echoed near the corner of the clinic room. Someone was there.
Instinct screaming at me to stay cautious, I kept my breathing shallow and even. I slowly opened just a fraction of my left eye, peering through the curtain of my messy hair.
Standing by the window, her back turned to me, was Teacher Kath.
She was holding a phone tightly to her ear, her voice dropping into a low, hurried whisper that made my stomach twist into a knot.
"And yeah... Jay is being taken to the basement below their room," Teacher Kath whispered into the receiver, a cold, clinical sneer evident in her tone. "Today we will finalize the experiment, especially since we already managed to get Zein's blood from the cafeteria scuffle. Everything is falling into place perfectly."
My heart hammered violently against my ribs, a sudden spike of adrenaline threatening to give away my conscious state.
The basement below their room? An experiment? They had orchestrated all of this just to get Jay into isolation—and they had used my own blood from the assault to complete whatever sick puzzle they were building.
"Understood," Teacher Kath murmured, nodding to the empty room. "I'm heading down to assist Dr. Quizon now. Make sure the perimeter remains secure."
She clicked her phone shut, slipped it into her pocket, and walked out of the clinic room without casting a single glance back at my bed.
The moment the heavy clinic door clicked shut, my eyes snapped open. I threw off the thin blanket, my whole body stiff and protesting in agony as I swung my legs over the edge of the bed. The pain in my left hand flared sharply, but I pushed it down.
Jay is in danger. The words repeated like a frantic alarm in my head. I need to inform the others about Jay before things get worse. Before they do whatever sick experiment they are planning
I forced my trembling legs to stand, gripping the IV pole for support before detaching myself completely. I stumbled out of the back door of the clinic, knowing Ace and the boys would likely be scouring the campus.
My vision blurred slightly, but I forced myself to walk, keeping my back against the walls as I navigated the quiet corridors.
As I rounded the corner near the courtyard path, a shadow fell over me. I gasped, flinching back, my hand instinctively rising to defend myself.
"Zein? What are you doing out here?"
I blinked, my eyes focusing on the girl standing in front of me. It was Fritzy. She looked at me with wide, panicked eyes, her gaze sweeping over my bruised face and my bandaged left hand.
"Where is Ace?" I gasped out, not wasting a single second on pleasantries. My voice was hoarse, raw from the earlier screaming. "Fritzy, where is he?"
"The Supremo is at the garden," Fritzy answered quickly, her demeanor surprisingly frantic. She stepped closer, reaching out an arm to steady me as I stumbled.
"Wait, you can barely walk. Let me help you get there without any trouble. The campus is crawling with DBG stragglers and observers right now."
I paused, my eyes narrowing with deep suspicion as I stared at her. Hell University had taught me never to trust a single soul. Everyone had an agenda. Everyone was playing a game of survival.
"Why are you helping me?" I asked, my voice dripping with distrust.
Fritzy offered a small, tentative smile, though her eyes remained serious. "Because things are changing, Zein. And... I want to be friends with you. Real friends."
I rolled my eyes, letting out a weak, exhausted sigh. "Whatever. Just get me to Ace. Now."
Without another word, Fritzy supported my weight, guiding me through the secluded pathways toward the central garden, keeping us hidden from the prying eyes of the remaining students.
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Author's POV
Deep beneath the concrete foundations of Hell University, far below the student dormitories, lay a world of fluorescent lights, cold steel, and the sterile smell of copper and chemical preservatives.
In the center of a heavily fortified holding cell, Jay was securely tied to a heavy metal chair. Thick leather straps bound her wrists and ankles, locking her into place.
Her clothes were torn, and her hair hung loosely over her face, obscuring her expression.
A few feet away, Dr. Quizon stood in front of a massive wall of monitors, his fingers flying across a computer keyboard as data streams and chemical formulas cascaded down the screens. The hum of the server racks was the only sound filling the oppressive silence of the room.
The heavy steel door groaned open, and Teacher Kath stepped inside, her heels clicking sharply against the metallic floor. She walked over to the chair, reaching out to brutally yank Jay's head back by her hair.
Jay's eyes were open, staring blankly ahead, entirely unbothered by the rough treatment.
"She's awake," Teacher Kath reported, turning her gaze toward Dr. Quizon. "Madam Violet just contacted me. She wants us to make her regret her little rebellion. She wants an example made out of her before the final phase begins."
Dr. Quizon didn't even look up from his monitors, his voice cold and detached. "You can do whatever you want to her, Kath. Just don't kill her. Her genetic makeup is vital for the final synthesis. Keep her alive."
A wicked, sadistic smile stretched across Teacher Kath's face. "Noted."
She released Jay's hair, letting her head drop forward again, and stepped back toward the door. Kath raised her hands and clapped twice. The sound echoed sharply through the cavernous basement.
A heavy security gate at the back of the room slid open with a mechanical whine. From the darkness emerged a crowd of men—thirty to thirty-five heavily armed mercenary students, hired hands from the upper echelons of the school's execution squads.
They carried iron rods, wooden batons, and brass knuckles, their faces twisted into arrogant, ruthless grins.
"Give her a taste of what happens to rebels," Kath ordered, gesturing broadly to the tied girl.
One of the larger boys stepped forward, drawing a combat knife and slicing through the leather straps binding Jay to the chair.
The moment she was freed, her weakened body began to slump, but two large men immediately grabbed her arms, hoisting her up and pinning her shoulders back.
The leader of the squad stepped directly in front of her. Without a single word of warning, he pulled back his hand and slapped her across the face.
Crack.
The force of the blow snapped Jay's head to the side. A thin trickle of dark blood immediately began to leak from the corner of her mouth.
"Is this the fearsome Jay everyone is afraid of?" the boy mocked, laughing loudly.
Another boy stepped up from behind, raising a thick wooden stick and striking her hard across her ribs. The dull thud echoed through the room. Jay let out a sharp, choked breath, but she didn't scream.
A third mercenary stepped forward, driving a brutal punch directly into her stomach.
The impact caused Jay to violently cough, throwing a spray of blood onto the cold concrete floor.
The men laughed, emboldened by her lack of retaliation, and began to close in like a pack of wolves. They hit her continuously—punches to the jaw, kicks to the stomach, strikes across her back.
To Dr. Quizon and Teacher Kath, she looked like a broken ragdoll, completely at the mercy of the university's ultimate disciplinary squad.
But they didn't know Jay. They didn't know the monster lived inside her.
Jay's head hung low, her long hair shielding her face as the blows kept landing. Her eyes fell upon the pool of her own blood staining the gray concrete beneath her boots.
The sight of the crimson fluid triggered something deep within her subconscious. The world around her began to slow down. The dull throbbing of her physical pain began to fade, replaced by a cold, familiar numbness.
Deep inside her mind, the voices started coming back.
The whispers of her past, the training, the absolute, unyielding instinct to slaughter. The fragile, emotional girl who had broken down in the cafeteria over Keifer's poisoned body retreated into the shadows.
The monster of Hell University was waking up.
Her eyes, previously dull and exhausted, turned completely cold. A chilling, vacant void filled her pupils as she stared at the blood on the floor.
Despite the sheer agony wracking her body, despite the bruises and the internal bleeding, Jay slowly began to stand up straight. The absolute power of her presence shifted the air in the room so violently that the men closest to her instinctively hesitated, their smiles faltering.
One boy, eager to prove himself, raised an iron rod, preparing to strike her across the skull. "Stay down, bitch!"
Jay didn't flinch.
In a fraction of a second, before the rod could even begin its descent, Jay's hand shot out like a striking viper. Her fingers closed around a shattered piece of a glass chemical beaker that had been resting on a nearby tray.
With terrifying speed and absolute precision, she drove the jagged glass straight through the boy's throat.
Squelch.
Blood erupted from the wound, spraying across Jay's face. The boy's eyes went wide with horror as he clutched his neck, collapsing to the floor in a choking, gurgling heap.
The entire room went completely still. The thirty remaining men froze, their weapons hovering in mid-air, their minds unable to process how a girl who had just been brutally beaten could move with such lethal velocity.
But Jay didn't care about their confusion.
She stood in the center of the room, the crimson blood of her attacker dripping down her cheek, blending with her own.
Slowly, a terrifying, manic smile stretched across her lips. It wasn't a smile of relief; it was a smile of pure, chaotic ecstasy. She was in her element now.
"Next," she whispered, her voice a hollow, haunting echo.
Another mercenary, fueled by panic, tried to hit her from the side with a wooden bat. Jay didn't even look at the weapon.
She turned her head, capturing his gaze. The moment the boy looked into her cold, dead eyes, paralyzing terror gripped his chest. He froze for a split second—and that split second was all Jay needed.
She ducked under his swing, grabbed his arm, and snapped it backward with a sickening crack. Before he could scream, she drove her elbow directly into his sternum, crushing his ribcage into his lungs. He fell instantly, lifeless.
"Take her down! Just take her down!" Teacher Kath shrieked from the back, her previous arrogance completely evaporating into sheer terror.
The remaining men charged all at once, abandoning any semblance of order.
What followed was not a fight. It was a systematic, brutal massacre.
Jay moved through the crowd like a specter of death. She utilized every piece of her surroundings, turning their own weapons against them.
She shattered kneecaps with dropped iron rods, snapped necks with her bare hands, and gouged eyes without a single shred of hesitation. Every single hit she delivered was brutal, calculated, and completely fatal.
The basement floor quickly became painted in deep crimson. Bodies piled up around her, but Jay never stopped moving. Her movements were a twisted, lethal dance, her laughter echoing softly against the concrete walls over the agonizing screams of the mercenary squad.
At the back of the room, Dr. Quizon and Teacher Kath stood completely paralyzed, their faces devoid of color. Kath's knees shook violently as she watched the thirty-five armed men she had gathered get dismantled in less than five minutes.
Jay stood in the center of the carnage, stepping over the final gasping body. Her clothes were soaked in blood, her breathing even, and her gaze slowly shifted toward the two adults standing by the monitors.
She was still smiling.
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A/n
Hey everyone,
I want to sincerely apologize for not uploading recently! 😭 and I am incredibly grateful for your immense patience, your endless support, and for sticking around despite the delay.
Today is our Mutya 💚 birthday. I know Andres didn't post anything related to it.But don't hate him for it.You know these is because of the haters.He might have wished her privately. And even amnse team said that Ashdres ❤️ is true.So don't lose hope or hate them.
The stakes are higher than ever, the secrets are unraveling, and our characters are pushed to their absolute limits. Thank you for riding this chaotic wave with me. Stay tuned for the next update—things are about to get even wilder! 🔥
Guys btw tell me is ot true that AMNSE Season 2 (Part 2) will start on 10 July .
I also have a small request for all of you. Can we please hit a target of 15+ comments on this chapter? 🙏
I am so incredibly thankful to my loyal regular readers who always take the time to share their thoughts—you guys keep me going! But this time, I want to gently ask my other readers, the silent ones who usually just pass through, to drop a comment as well. Even a simple emoji or your thoughts on Jay's badass awakening would mean the world to me!
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