Hello dear readers, 🙋
I hope you are following Marcus' adventure and enjoying the Hellstinger story. I will keep this short; I want to apologize for my inability to update chapters on a daily basis due to personal schedule. But I promise you. nothing less than three chapters to lighten up your weekends. Thanks for your understanding. Don't forget to leave your thoughts about the book so I would know if I'm satisfying you.Oh and in the next chapters, we see how Marcus' fighting and survival instincts helps him stay alive. But will he go unscathed?Anyways, bye for now, and enjoy...✨🙃yours truly,TM yomide.
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Hellstinger 15. Ambush...
They say your life flashes before your eyes when you are dying. They say you are strongest when you are at your lowest. Are they right? Or are they just been dramatic? Marcus' life isn't flashing before his eyes as his life slips from his grasp. All he sees is the anger and hatred in the eyes of the man sitting atop him. All Marcus can feel is the strength of the fingers wrapped around his neck with a murderous intention. And there is nothing Marcus can do to save himself. 'Ain't I supposed to be a warrior or something?' Marcus thought to himself, desperately clawing at the man's face and arm in a futile attempt to save himself. 'Ain't I supposed to be the one that will rise in the war against Romulus' forces of the Ether life? I can't die at the hands of a crazy maniac.' "You shouldn't be alive!" The man said with a deranged hatred. His fingers tighten around Marcus' throat, quickly draining what little strength he had. "You shouldn't have survived." Marcus w
Hellstinger 16. ...the Hunters' kid...
"Damn, I'm drunk." Marcus thought to himself as he rushed out of the restroom. He knows Alexander can't possibly hold off all three men, especially the purple goatee giant. He had run out to get help only to find himself confusing the main exit with the restroom. "This is something Big Joe would've handled without breaking a sweat," Marcus mumbled to himself as he dashed across the dance floor with his eyes fixed on the door and his shoes flashing on two inches depth of water. He hadn't even noticed the fire alarms were still ringing, although he noticed the shower from the sprinkler system, he didn't notice the odor of the water, and he definitely didn't notice the black man running towards him from the side with the force of an army. He felt the black man slam into him in a spear dive, tackling him to the ground like a wrestler. The impact took the pair eight feet out, but the momentum as well as the liquid on the plastic flooring of the dance floor sent them sliding -
Hellstinger 17. ...situation...
>> The first thing that registered as soon as Marcus woke up wasn't the magnificence of the room, it was the throbbing pain that immediately attacked his very being. Then followed by an indistinct noise of argument. >> He groaned, slowly pushing himself off the bed to sit up, and his right hand automatically found the source of the pain on his left ribcage. Marcus had subconsciously expected to still have the broken bottle lodged in him, but his palm closed gently around a bandaged wound instead. "Master Marcus?" Marcus looked up to see Jeffrey standing statue-still to his right with his back gently grazing the black floor-to-ceiling drapes behind him. "I see you are awake. How do you feel?" Jeffrey said, his English accent made him sound more concerned than his unimpressed expression depicts. "Where..." Marcus looked around and stopped himself from asking a stupid question; he already knew where he was. So instead, he asked the next b
Hellstinger 18. Attractions...
"Detective Matthew Hang," Alexander said as soon as a navy-blue-haired pot-bellied Asian man: in a peach shirt with rolled-up sleeves, brown elastic cross belt, and a black tie; walked into the interrogation room with a small pile of files in one hand and a steaming worldbest-grandma coffee mug in the other. "Man, you look like you've lost a lot of weight." She said with a mocking smirk on her face and a little bit of arrogance. "How is your hip?" "I don't feel like I will live much longer," Matt said, setting his mug down on the table as well as the files. "But I'll probably outlive someone, and out someone else in jail." 'How long has it been, seventeen years? Or is it twenty?" He said, putting both of his hands in his pant pockets. "Oh, and I got a promotion. It's Chief Hang now." "Congrats," Alexander said mockingly. "But I don't suppose it's long enough to dispose of your 'worldbest-grandma' coffee mug?" Alexander said with a smirk. "Oh yeah, ha ha!" Matt laughed, picking up
Hellstinger 19. ...another version.
"Self-defense, huh?" Matt said with a scoff as he read and reread Alexander's statement. "Is that disbelief I hear, Chief?" Sara said, standing beside Alexander with her briefcase sitting on the table before her. "Do you have evidence to support otherwise?" "I never said I don't believe it was self-defense, just wondering what three men want with a woman in a suit." He said with a fake smile as he signed the statement, and the bail release documents, and in no time, he was escorting Alexander out of the precinct. Alexander let out a sigh of relief as soon as she entered Sara's SUV. But didn't relax until they merged into the late-afternoon traffic. "Something tells me this case is going to get a lot more interesting," Sara said, all Alexander offered was another sigh. "So, what really happened?" Alexander gave her a dirty look, "I...I mean I am your lawyer, I need to know the truth to defend you." "The truth is; three thugs attacked us, one of them ended
Hellstinger 20. Phoenix PD.
Twenty years. It had been twenty years since Matt Hang had an encounter with Alexander, and it still ended the same. Except for this time, his mind wasn't flashing back and forth from a ten-year-old Alexandria presenting a chipped coffee mug with world-best-grandma painted on its sides; she had canceled out grandma and wrote dad with an erasable marker. To a seventeen-year-old rebellious Alexander pushing him off the roof to evade arrest. This time, his mind remained constant on the memory of the last time he saw her; the Hunters' protege, Dark Blade, dressed in an all-black unitard with a sword - stained with the blood of a dozen men - in one hand; pointing a gun at his head with the other. Although she denies it, Matt knows it was Alexander. How could he not? For almost a decade, he had been free of the horror and the sting of betrayal. But with Alexander back in his life, there is only so much he can do to prevent the flashbacks. And what did she come bac
Hellstinger 21. ...the Manor...a Mansion?
Mariposa County is known for a lot of things, but none of those things can relate to the Hellstinger Manor situated four miles out of the town's limits. It had been there before Mariposa was civilized, it was said to have been built even before Phoenix City became a thing. Underneath this great building is an entire mansion. Although now covered in cobwebs and dust from decades of neglect, it is still the greatest value of the Manor. "Are you ready?" Marcus did a sharp intake, blinking subconsciously repeatedly, and clenching and unclenching his fist. He nodded to Alexander, and on cue, she pushed the bronze door open with all her might; groaning. "Holy freaking shit." Marcus could not believe his eyes as he flashed his portable electric lamp around in awe. He vaguely heard Alexander chuckle and move around, but he didn't pay heed. "Wait until I find the power switch," Alexander said and true to her words, as soon as she pulled the power switch, electricity ra
Hellstinger 22. ... family drama.
"You're saying Cynthia is my cousin?" Marcus said in a high-pitched voice; involuntarily pacing the width of the tunnel. "I kissed, and smooched, and did all kinds of stuff with my cousin!?" "She is not your cousin, Marcus, calm down," Alexander said. "Oh really!" Marcus laughed in disbelief. "Isn't Mr. Valentine my Uncle? Oh my God, now it makes sense. You never wanted Cynthia and me together. I am not as close to her as I would like. That's why you keep telling me to get rid of her, you devious fuck-shit." "I said calm down, Marcus," Alexander's voice had changed tone. It's no longer calm and collected, it sounds like she is on the verge of exploding in his face. "She cheated on you back in high school and you still held that grudge. Don't push that on me." Alexander said, watching him pace up and down the width of the tunnel. "And she isn't your cousin for the love of God, calm down!" "Okay. Okay, I'm calm. I'm all cool and calm." He said, still pacing.