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The Brutal Revenge Chapter 38: The Unstoppable Monster
Jones’ skull throbbed, his vision blurred as he lay sprawled on the hood of a wrecked car. Blood dripped from his mouth, pooling on the rusted metal. His fingers twitched toward his knife, but his wrist was still numb from Calhoun’s crushing grip.Across the battlefield, his team was barely holding on. Jace was slumped against the ground, barely breathing. Kayla’s body twitched near the wreckage, her rifle lying useless beside her. Dre was on his knees, one arm cradling his ribs. Riley staggered forward, gripping a steel pipe with shaking hands.And towering above them all—Calhoun.The monster rolled his shoulders, the firelight dancing across his broad frame. He wasn’t just a fighter. He was a force of nature. His massive silhouette barely had a scratch from all their attacks.Behind him, leaning against a wrecked car, sipping whiskey as if this were a casual game, was Clinton.The bastard chuckled, swirling his drink. “I have to say, Jones… I expected more.” He took a slow sip, his
The Brutal Revenge Chapter 39: Mastermind's Gambit
Jones woke up to pain. A dull, throbbing agony that radiated from his ribs, his jaw, his knuckles. His body felt like it had been run over by a truck—no, by Calhoun.But he was alive.Barely.He blinked against the harsh light, his vision swimming. A broken ceiling fan spun lazily above him, the rusted metal groaning with every turn. The air smelled of dust, old leather, and something metallic—blood. His own.A shadow moved beside him.“Jones,” Riley’s voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. “You with me?”He turned his head slightly. Riley was crouched beside him, her face streaked with dirt and dried blood. Her eyes, though tired, burned with something fierce. Determination.Across the room, Kayla was pressing a torn cloth to Jace’s shoulder, whispering something he was too weak to respond to. Dre was slumped against a crate, his breathing shallow but steady.They had all barely survived.And Clinton was still out there.Jones exhaled slowly, shifting, forcing himself to sit up de
The Brutal Revenge Chapter 40: The Unchained War
The night was thick with tension. The kind that coiled in the air like a storm waiting to break. The moon hung low over Blackwood College, casting elongated shadows across the abandoned dormitories and the cracked pavement of the courtyard. Every breath Jones took felt heavier, thick with anticipation. Tonight, they either took Clinton down, or they lost everything.He crouched behind a crumbling stone bench, Riley at his side, her knuckles white against the handle of her knife. Ahead of them, across the darkened grounds, Kayla and Dre moved like ghosts, sticking to the shadows as they prepared the first phase of the plan—Misdirection.Step One: MisdirectionThe first explosion wasn’t real.Jones had made sure of that.A fireball erupted from the south dormitories, followed by the deafening crack of an incendiary charge. Thick black smoke billowed into the sky, painting the night with chaos. The perfect illusion.Seconds later, the sound of pounding boots echoed through the college as
The Brutal Revenge Chapter 41: Into the Abyss
The air reeked of dust and blood. Rubble shifted as the monstrous hand clawed free, debris tumbling down in jagged shards. Calhoun’s fingers flexed—bones snapped back into place with sickening cracks. His bloodied face emerged from the wreckage, eyes glowing with cold, animalistic rage.Jones’ breath hitched.He’s still moving.Behind him, Clinton’s slow, taunting applause sent a chill through his spine.“Bravo,” Clinton mused. “I must say, Jones, you never fail to entertain.”Jones ignored him. Focus.“Everyone, MOVE!” Jones barked, shoving Riley toward the ruins.Kayla gritted her teeth. Dre was already limping, clutching his ribs. Riley wiped blood from her forehead, but her stance was firm.Yet, none of them were ready for what came next.Calhoun lunged.Jones barely had time to move before a brutal fist slammed into his chest.CRACK.Jones flew backward, skidding across the pavement. Pain exploded in his ribs, breath torn from his lungs. His vision swam. He forced himself up—just
The Brutal Revenge Chapter 42: The War Council
Jones’ lungs burned as they sprinted into the night. Every breath came ragged, each step dragging his aching body closer to their only chance at survival.Blackwood College sprawled ahead—silent, eerie, a battlefield waiting to be claimed.Jones didn’t hesitate. “Inside. Now.”Dre shoved open the rusted doors of the abandoned library, its grand walls now draped in dust and decay. The group staggered in, barely holding themselves together. Blood dripped, breaths hitched, but they weren’t done.Not yet.Jones turned, locking eyes with Riley, Kayla, and Dre. “We call them. All of them.”Kayla, still clutching her ribs, frowned. “You sure?”“No other choice,” he said, voice like steel. “We either stand together—or we fall.”He grabbed the emergency radio from his jacket, twisting the frequency dial.Static crackled.Then—“Jones?” A voice, sharp and clear.Leo.Jones exhaled, tension easing. “It’s time. Get everyone. Blackwood Library. Now.”No hesitation. “We’re coming.”The radio buzzed
The Brutal Revenge Chapter 1: The Return of Jones
The towering gates of Blackwood College loomed before Jones as a reminder of his past humiliation. A year ago, he had ruled these grounds, his name whispered with a mix of fear and respect. But all of that had been stripped away the night Clinton and his crew took everything from him. They thought they had buried him. They were wrong. A cold breeze brushed against his face as he stepped forward, his boots pressing against the familiar pavement. His black hoodie concealed most of his face, but it couldn’t hide the fire in his eyes. The moment he crossed the threshold, heads turned. Conversations died. The weight of a hundred stares settled on him. "No way…" "Jones? I thought he was gone for good." "He looks different… colder." Jones barely acknowledged the murmurs. Let them talk. Let them remember. They had stood by when Clinton humiliated him. They had watched him bleed. Now, they would witness his return. He didn’t come back for nostalgia. He came back for war. Hi
The Brutal Revenge Chapter 2: The Rise of Jones
The streets pulsed with raw energy, a battlefield disguised as a city. The college wasn’t a place of learning. it was a war zone, where power ruled and only the ruthless survived. Jones moved with purpose, his every step calculated, his every breath measured. He wasn’t just here to fight. He was here to take over.For too long, Clinton had reigned supreme, his empire built on intimidation and blood. But Jones wasn’t another pawn in his game. He was the one flipping the board.The Reapers had been making waves for months—fast, efficient, and unrelenting. Clinton’s gang had the numbers, but Jones had something more lethal: strategy. This wasn’t a war of brute force. It was a war of patience, intelligence, and precision. Clinton didn’t know it yet, but his downfall had already begun.As Jones walked through the heart of the campus, whispers followed him. Fear lingered in the air like smoke. Eyes darted away when he passed. He had earned that fear, and soon, he’d turn it into obedience."
The Brutal Revenge Chapter 3: The Reckoning beginning
The hallways of the college were eerily silent, the kind of quiet that carried tension rather than peace. Jones stood near the entrance, his back against the cold wall, eyes scanning the dark corridor. Every shadow felt like a threat, every sound a warning. It had been days since the first confrontation, and the war was reaching its breaking point.Trust was a fragile thing. Jones had learned that the hard way. The past few days had only confirmed his suspicion—alliances could shatter in an instant, and enemies were never as far away as they seemed.A voice echoed down the hallway."Jones, you here?"Lisa.Jones pushed himself off the wall as she jogged toward him, her expression tight with urgency."We’ve got a problem," she said, slightly breathless. "Clinton’s making moves. He’s trying to rally the other groups, and he’s got some of the higher-ups in his pocket. He’s calling a meeting tomorrow, this is bad."Jones clenched his jaw. Of course, Clinton was ahead, twisting the game in
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Chapter 42: The War Council
Jones’ lungs burned as they sprinted into the night. Every breath came ragged, each step dragging his aching body closer to their only chance at survival.Blackwood College sprawled ahead—silent, eerie, a battlefield waiting to be claimed.Jones didn’t hesitate. “Inside. Now.”Dre shoved open the rusted doors of the abandoned library, its grand walls now draped in dust and decay. The group staggered in, barely holding themselves together. Blood dripped, breaths hitched, but they weren’t done.Not yet.Jones turned, locking eyes with Riley, Kayla, and Dre. “We call them. All of them.”Kayla, still clutching her ribs, frowned. “You sure?”“No other choice,” he said, voice like steel. “We either stand together—or we fall.”He grabbed the emergency radio from his jacket, twisting the frequency dial.Static crackled.Then—“Jones?” A voice, sharp and clear.Leo.Jones exhaled, tension easing. “It’s time. Get everyone. Blackwood Library. Now.”No hesitation. “We’re coming.”The radio buzzed
Chapter 41: Into the Abyss
The air reeked of dust and blood. Rubble shifted as the monstrous hand clawed free, debris tumbling down in jagged shards. Calhoun’s fingers flexed—bones snapped back into place with sickening cracks. His bloodied face emerged from the wreckage, eyes glowing with cold, animalistic rage.Jones’ breath hitched.He’s still moving.Behind him, Clinton’s slow, taunting applause sent a chill through his spine.“Bravo,” Clinton mused. “I must say, Jones, you never fail to entertain.”Jones ignored him. Focus.“Everyone, MOVE!” Jones barked, shoving Riley toward the ruins.Kayla gritted her teeth. Dre was already limping, clutching his ribs. Riley wiped blood from her forehead, but her stance was firm.Yet, none of them were ready for what came next.Calhoun lunged.Jones barely had time to move before a brutal fist slammed into his chest.CRACK.Jones flew backward, skidding across the pavement. Pain exploded in his ribs, breath torn from his lungs. His vision swam. He forced himself up—just
Chapter 40: The Unchained War
The night was thick with tension. The kind that coiled in the air like a storm waiting to break. The moon hung low over Blackwood College, casting elongated shadows across the abandoned dormitories and the cracked pavement of the courtyard. Every breath Jones took felt heavier, thick with anticipation. Tonight, they either took Clinton down, or they lost everything.He crouched behind a crumbling stone bench, Riley at his side, her knuckles white against the handle of her knife. Ahead of them, across the darkened grounds, Kayla and Dre moved like ghosts, sticking to the shadows as they prepared the first phase of the plan—Misdirection.Step One: MisdirectionThe first explosion wasn’t real.Jones had made sure of that.A fireball erupted from the south dormitories, followed by the deafening crack of an incendiary charge. Thick black smoke billowed into the sky, painting the night with chaos. The perfect illusion.Seconds later, the sound of pounding boots echoed through the college as
Chapter 39: Mastermind's Gambit
Jones woke up to pain. A dull, throbbing agony that radiated from his ribs, his jaw, his knuckles. His body felt like it had been run over by a truck—no, by Calhoun.But he was alive.Barely.He blinked against the harsh light, his vision swimming. A broken ceiling fan spun lazily above him, the rusted metal groaning with every turn. The air smelled of dust, old leather, and something metallic—blood. His own.A shadow moved beside him.“Jones,” Riley’s voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. “You with me?”He turned his head slightly. Riley was crouched beside him, her face streaked with dirt and dried blood. Her eyes, though tired, burned with something fierce. Determination.Across the room, Kayla was pressing a torn cloth to Jace’s shoulder, whispering something he was too weak to respond to. Dre was slumped against a crate, his breathing shallow but steady.They had all barely survived.And Clinton was still out there.Jones exhaled slowly, shifting, forcing himself to sit up de
Chapter 38: The Unstoppable Monster
Jones’ skull throbbed, his vision blurred as he lay sprawled on the hood of a wrecked car. Blood dripped from his mouth, pooling on the rusted metal. His fingers twitched toward his knife, but his wrist was still numb from Calhoun’s crushing grip.Across the battlefield, his team was barely holding on. Jace was slumped against the ground, barely breathing. Kayla’s body twitched near the wreckage, her rifle lying useless beside her. Dre was on his knees, one arm cradling his ribs. Riley staggered forward, gripping a steel pipe with shaking hands.And towering above them all—Calhoun.The monster rolled his shoulders, the firelight dancing across his broad frame. He wasn’t just a fighter. He was a force of nature. His massive silhouette barely had a scratch from all their attacks.Behind him, leaning against a wrecked car, sipping whiskey as if this were a casual game, was Clinton.The bastard chuckled, swirling his drink. “I have to say, Jones… I expected more.” He took a slow sip, his
Chapter 37: Relentless Carnage
Jones’ ribs ached with every breath, but pain was the least of his concerns. Blood dripped down his temple, the taste of iron thick on his tongue. Riley clutched her throat, still coughing, her face pale. Jace groaned beside her, holding his side—likely a cracked rib or worse.And Dre…Dre lay motionless for a moment, groaning as he forced himself up, his lip split open. “We’re screwed, man.”Jones gritted his teeth. Not yet.They had barely escaped, but they weren’t done. Not by a long shot.They regrouped in a half-burned warehouse on the outskirts of campus. The air was thick with sweat, gun oil, and desperation. The flickering lights overhead cast long, jagged shadows as Jones paced in front of them.Kayla tightened her grip on her rifle. “We can’t keep running.”“No shit,” Jace muttered, spitting blood onto the floor.Jones turned sharply, his mind racing. “We don’t run. We strategize. Calhoun’s strong, yeah, but he’s not invincible.”Riley’s voice was hoarse. “Didn’t feel that w
Chapter 36: The Monster Unleashed
The air in Clinton’s office was thick with anticipation. The room was dimly lit, the only sound the slow, deliberate tapping of Clinton’s fingers against his desk. Victor stood near the window, his broken nose still bruised, eyes scanning the streets below. The war was unfolding, but Clinton had no intention of letting it spiral out of his control. Jones thought he had the upper hand. He was wrong. A low, metallic creak filled the silence as the heavy steel door swung open. Footsteps followed—slow, deliberate, each step landing like a hammer against the floor. Then he stepped into the light. Calhoun. The room seemed to shrink around him. He was a beast of a man—easily seven feet tall, his frame packed with raw muscle, each movement exuding power. His skin was marred with scars, battle-worn from wars no ordinary man could have survived. A black tactical vest clung to his chest, revealing arms thick as tree trunks. His face was a mask of cold efficiency, his eyes hollow pits of v
Chapter 35: Turning the Tide
The air in the alley was thick with tension, the dim streetlights casting jagged shadows against the brick walls. Jones' mind raced, his pulse hammering in his ears. Clinton had anticipated everything. He had played them like pieces on a board, maneuvering them into check.But the game wasn’t over.Jones turned to his crew, his voice low but firm. “We need to hit back—hard and fast. Clinton thinks we’re out of moves. Let’s prove him wrong.”Dre wiped blood from his lip, nodding. “Say the word, man.”“We need a stronghold,” Kayla said, scanning their surroundings. “If we’re out in the open, we’re dead.”Jace’s jaw clenched. “We’ve lost our safe houses. Our contacts. We have nowhere to go.”Jones exhaled sharply, thinking. “We don’t need a safe house. We need a war zone.”Riley frowned. “What does that mean?”Jones’ eyes darkened. “Clinton controls Blackwood because people fear him. We take away that fear—we take away his power.”Kayla crossed her arms. “And how do we do that?”Jones lo
Chapter 34: The Masterstroke
Jones read the note again, his fingers tightening around the edges. The ink was bold, deliberate."Nice try, Jones. But you're not the only one who can play this game. You think you're hunting me? You just walked into my trap. -C"A cold wave of unease washed over him. His crew stood frozen, the weight of the message sinking in. Riley cursed under her breath, Dre clenched his fists, and Jace scanned the shadows beyond their hideout, suddenly feeling exposed."How the hell—?" Kayla started but stopped herself.Jones took a deep breath, steadying his thoughts. They had spent days infiltrating Clinton’s network, planting doubt, twisting alliances. But Clinton had seen through it. Worse—he had played along."We need to leave. Now," Jones ordered.Before anyone could react, the lights flickered, and a deep, mechanical click echoed from the door. The room plunged into darkness.Then came the sound.Tap. Tap. Tap.Footsteps—slow, deliberate—just outside their hideout.Jace reached for his bl
