The evening was eerily quiet as Jeremy and Mary walked down the narrow alley, the tension from their encounter with Burke still lingering in the air. The weight of Burke’s offer—everything Jeremy could ever want—gnawed at him. It was tempting, but he knew it came at a price far greater than money or power. His uncle had always been willing to go further than anyone else, and that’s what made him dangerous."He's willing to give me everything… everything," Jeremy muttered under his breath, his thoughts swirling as they moved through the city’s shadows. "That’s the scary part."Mary, walking beside him, cast a sidelong glance. Though her body ached from the earlier ordeal, and the pain in her ruined eye was only just beginning to subside, she couldn’t shake the curiosity stirring inside her. There was something about Jeremy, something that made him stand apart from the cold, ruthless world they both seemed trapped in. He was different, but in a way she couldn’t quite put her finger on
It wasn’t about power or money or survival in a warzone. It was about fear, about living with someone who was supposed to protect you but became your worst nightmare."You did what you had to do," Jeremy finally said, his voice low. "To survive."Mary looked up at him, her expression full of sorrow but also something else—hope. For the first time, someone didn’t look at her like a murderer or a victim. Jeremy saw her for what she was: a survivor."Thank you," she whispered, her voice shaking. "For listening."Jeremy gave her a small nod. "We all have ghosts," he replied quietly, his eyes flickering with an understanding that came from his own haunted past. "But you don’t have to carry them alone."*_*James Detroit's roar echoed through the empty streets, the ground still trembling from the impact of his fist. His bloodshot eyes, burning with frustration and fury, searched in vain for any sign of Jeremy. The shadows where his opponent had been moments ago were now eerily still, the p
"Sometimes survival leaves scars that run deeper than anything physical." He said quietly, his voice steady but edged with a dark understanding.Mary nodded, a look of appreciation crossing her face. She had expected judgment or pity, but Jeremy offered neither. Instead, there was an unspoken solidarity between them—a bond formed from the shared experience of walking a path few could understand.As they continued walking, the city streets grew quieter, the only sound the soft crunch of their footsteps. Jeremy's mind raced, thinking about his own choices, his own survival. Finally, they reached a quiet corner of the city, where the lights from nearby buildings flickered softly against the dark sky. Jeremy stopped, turning to face Mary."You don't have to keep running," he said, his voice low but firm. "Not anymore. You've survived. Now it's time to live."Mary looked up at him, her good eye shimmering with tears, and for the first time in a long while, she allowed herself to hope.*_"
“They did what?!” Bazel Detroit's voice boomed through the lavish halls of the Detroit mansion, rattling the chandelier above like a low thunderstorm. His anger filled the room like a suffocating fog, and his son, James, stood rooted in place, torn between fury and shame. James had never seen his father so livid. He was just as enraged himself—how could they have let it happen? How could someone have stolen the key right out from under their noses? He clenched his fists, trying to contain the fire of frustration that threatened to consume him.“I don’t know who did it!” James snapped, though his tone was more desperate than defiant. “We have no clue. No one saw a thing. It was clean, almost… supernatural.” Bazel glared at his son from behind the heavy oak desk, his eyes burning with an intensity that could melt iron. “No clue? No opening? You’re telling me that nothing slipped? How were they dressed? How did they attack? For God’s sake, there has to be something—anything!” His voic
Jeremy slumped in his seat, staring at the board in front of him but seeing nothing. His thoughts were elsewhere, twisted in knots as the weight of the past weeks continued to gnaw at him. He had thought that after Burke’s intervention, after the ambush that almost cost him everything, the Freaks would back off. Burke and his crew had dealt with them, or so he’d hoped. But it seemed that was only the beginning. The Freaks weren’t done with him. Not by a long shot.Across the classroom, Jeremy could feel eyes on him. His instincts prickled. The day was dragging on, but it wasn’t going to get any easier. His weekend plans with Sarah lingered at the back of his mind, but that was the least of his worries right now. Sarah had no idea what was really going on in his life, no clue about the dark, tangled web he had found himself caught in. He preferred it that way, but sometimes the thought of dragging her into this mess weighed on him more than anything else.Suddenly, a shadow loomed ov
Celicia’s eyes darted back and forth between Jeremy and Kade, trying to piece together the subtle tension that hung in the air. "Who are these two, really?" she wondered, her mind racing. There was something oddly familiar about their dynamic, something deeper than the surface animosity. She could sense it, even though neither of them had said much. "And what does Kade want with Jeremy" The pressure he was putting on him was obvious, and it gnawed at her curiosity.Just then, Jeremy’s eyes met hers, pulling her out of her thoughts. His gaze was softer than Kade’s, a bit more vulnerable. The moment lingered a second too long, and Celicia felt her cheeks flush slightly. She quickly looked away, embarrassed by how easily she had been caught staring.“Are you okay?” Jeremy’s voice broke through her awkwardness, his tone gentle.“Um, yeah...” she muttered, trying to regain her composure.Jeremy tilted his head, studying her face as if searching for something deeper. “I hope it’s not beca
Jeremy had always been a mystery to her. They had known each other for a while, but there were layers to him she hadn’t yet peeled back. And lately, it felt like those layers were growing thicker, like he was becoming more and more distant. But even through that distance, there was something else—something deeper that called out to her.The lesson dragged on, but Celicia’s mind remained elsewhere. Outside, the clouds began to gather, thick and heavy, casting shadows across the school grounds. The storm that had been brewing between Jeremy, Kade, and Noctis wasn’t just a metaphor anymore. Something dark was coming, and Celicia could feel it creeping closer with every passing second.The final bell of the day echoed through the school, marking the end of classes. Jeremy slung his backpack over his shoulder, exhaling softly as the chaotic noise of students filled the hallways. It had been another strange day, the tension between him, Kade, and Noctis still fresh in his mind. He hadn’t
Jeremy sat in the chair across from Jessica and Elijah, the soft hum of the guild’s ambient magic pulsing through the room. After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the air between them grew heavy. Jeremy knew he couldn't delay this any longer. Clearing his throat, he straightened his posture, eyes locking with Jessica’s first, then Elijah’s. "I need to come clean about something,” he began. Their brows furrowed slightly, both of them leaning in, sensing the shift in tone. "What I told you about my strength during the incident with the Freaks in the dungeon... it wasn’t entirely true." Jessica raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms as she glanced at Elijah, who maintained his calm yet penetrating gaze. "What do you mean by that, Jeremy?" Elijah asked, suspicion lacing his voice. Jeremy stood, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small, obsidian key. Its surface glimmered with faint purple light. He walked closer, the key resting in his palm. Both guild leaders tensed, th