I decided to update because WLAHustler reached #1 in Action and I’m soaking in happiness while kissing the world and stuffing my big mouth with big chocolate cake and jumping in the room and making the random old seniors high five me.

That is all true.

Therefore, thank you to everyone who voted, commented and bothered to read this story! I’d kiss you all but I’m too busy stuffing cereal in my mouth at midnight as I type up the story. 

AND TO THOSE QUESTIONING ABOUT RIVYN, BRIAN, AND ISAAC, that chapter I wrote was a bonus chapter, hence the additional 0.5

Meaning it isn’t exactly a part of the book, it’s like a little bonus/special to see what’s going on with her parents and Isaac and for all the Playing The Bad Boy’s Game/Don’t Hate The Player, Hate The Game readers.

They may or my not reappear. Depends how I feel ;)

Now enjoy!  

NOT EDITED CHAPTER!

Chapter 26

Luckily, we boarded a jet a few minutes later.  When everyone had their gear on and the door was open, guess who I pushed out? 

Except before I pushed them to their beautiful death, they took off their mask and suddenly, the whole world spun. 

"H-How?" 

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“You can’t be serious.”  Finding my voice, I glanced at Romane with a straight-faced look. 

He shrugged his shoulders.  “For once, I am.” 

The soldiers were sitting in a line, the airplane smoothly flying across the black skies.  The thundering turbulence filled the earlier silence until the High School Musical referencing soldier plopped a seat beside me and took off his helmet.  The pleasant calmness was shattered.  My heart never had a break.  “I-I-I—” My head cradled in my hands as I produced a long, “Ughhhhhhh.” 

Romane gave me a pat on the back.  He was the only one standing, holding a bar above me.  “I told you the Eagle would eventually have to come home.” 

I removed my head and sharpened a lethal glare at the gang leader.  “So you decide to bring the double agent, who you know would distract me, to a time where I must be one hundred percent focused and if I’m not, I could possibly die?”

The side of Romane’s lip turned up and he smuggled a tiny, “Eh, it didn’t sound that bad before you said it. But we need him for this specific mission; he’s the only one that’s capable of decoding.  He’s a serious Eagle, wildcat. I promise he won’t distract you.”

I craned my neck sideways. 

Cray placed his mask back on, cranked a knob, took in a deep, loud astronaut-like breath and said, “Luke. I am your father.”

My head returned to Romane, bestowing a dry look. “Right. Won’t distract me.” 

Cray slowly moved his masked head towards me with the voice change on and spoke in the Terminator voice, “I’m back.”  Before I responded, he added, “Tampon killer.” 

“It was by accident! I told you that a thousand times!”

His four fingers met the thumb like a mouth and he moved them up and down.  “Blah, blah, blah,” he sang in a Ke$ha impression.  “You know you missed me, Jessie!” 

I whacked the helmet and smiled to know his head was crazily wobbling.  “Whatever, jackass.”  I shouldn’t have socialized with the man who lied to me all this time.  Yet Cray had this effect on you where you couldn’t hate him.  Your hatred and betrayal simply melted into a disgusting, gushy, warm cotton puppy full of honey. 

Worst example, but that was what Cray did to you.  Got you a little crazy.  Embracing the dumbass in a bear hug, he whined as I squeezed his guts out, “Romane! Get this slug off of me!? I’m being sexually raped by a slug! It’s slimy! I feel it’s suction cups! HELP ME ROMANE.”

The leader rolled his blue eyes and held onto the safety bar above his head, the plane jolting a bit.  “If you two are going to be like this, I swear, if you just wanna take me home...”

“Baby singing yeah, e, yeah, e, yeahhhh!” Cray blurted and without hesitation, I joined seconds later, “Yeah, e, yeah, e, yeahhhh!  Let me kiss you!”

“Stop!” Romane groaned. 

“It’s Hammer Time!” we burst.  “Dun, na, na, na...” 

Agitated, he punched the roof.  “This is a highly important mission and I know you”—he jabbed a finger to my chest—“aren’t allowed to screw up and”—he poked Cray hard in the shoulder—“you want a promotion.  You want a promotion, don’t cha?  Don’t cha?”

“Wish your girlfriend was hot like me!” Cray snapped.

I slapped my thigh. “Don’t cha wish your girlfriend was wrong like me!” 

“Don’t cha!” we finished, nose to nose.  “Don’t baby, don’t cha!”

Romane purposefully bashed his head against the airplane wall.  “This was a bad idea.  Bad, bad, bad idea...” 

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Eyes closed, Romane had fallen into silence while Cray and I were playing ‘I spy’.  It was sad how I forgotten what it felt like to be a kid again and I needed a twenty year old to show me that.  I guess you could never really end your childhood unless you chose to.  And sure, there were questions I wished Cray could answer but I had an upcoming, tight situation.  Loosening up was the greatest choice. 

“Sir!” the pilot called through the speakers. 

Romane instantly cracked his eyes open and shouted over the turbulence, “Yes?”

“Sir, the landing is rapidly approaching,” he informed. 

The leader uncurled his hunched back and cleared his throat.  “Eagles,” he demanded.

“Ka, ka!” Cray squawked in an Eagle call.  One note of laughter left my mouth before a knuckle thrusting into the wall next to my ear killed any humour. 

“Pay, attention,” Romane coldly ordered.  My loose features hardened into a solemn face, as did Cray.  Satisfied, Romane strode to the centre of the line, examining the soldiers.  “On your feet.”  We acted upon his request.  “I want you to all succeed.”  He gave each solider an even amount of eye contact.  “I want you all to live.  But I cannot promise that.  You came by your will, and you signed up to be a part of this. You signed over your life. I am in charge.  You will listen to my every command, you will not whine or question.  You will do as I say.  I will lead us to victory.  If you work for me, if you listen to me, I will succeed.  And if I succeed, you will greatly be rewarded and appreciated.  Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir!” the soldiers remarked.

Boot camp.  Definitely.  Except for the opaque suits.  I was puzzled to the white pigment choice of the suits.  It didn’t feel right to simply ask so I raised my hand.  Without wavering, he met my gaze and smirked.  “This isn’t school.  Why is your hand up?”

Or not.  I brought my hand down and hoped the red wasn’t clear in this dim light.  “Won’t our suits stand out at night?  This one is similar to the white which glows in the dark.” 

He casted a dark smile and flicked up a small glass case, his finger landing on the red button.  The plane jerked and I gripped onto the seat, the shock naturally having my teeth dig into my bottom lip.  The metallic door lifted, revealing complete darkness. 

Romane gestured his hand to the drop.  “Why don’t you find out for yourself?” 

Swallowing hard, I shared a worried glance with Cray but frowned to see him bouncing in his seat.  I wished for his enthusiasm, and said, “I almost forgot how much you liked jumping off of high places.”

The soldiers filed in silence, to devoid in fumbling as they clicked on their parachutes.  Tightening straps and complicated buckles, Romane signalled each solider at a time. 

Cray, Romane and I were the last ones in the plane, attempting to climb into the parachutes.  Okay.  I was the only one attempting, Cray and Romane professionals at this. 

“Uh...”  I elevated one strap and the other with confusion, the two tangled between my legs and arms. 

Cray peeled his eyes off his own parachute bag and laughed.  “Her straps make a pretzel shape!” 

I scowled at how pleased he was to see my struggle but was quickly distracted by Romane groping the strap across my chest.  “Let me do it,” he smirked.  He instructed how to use the parachute before helping me out.  His hands traced along my waist to undo a knot and I naturally sucked in a shallow breath.  He clicked in buckles and secured my stiff arms with a few tugs.  The final adjust was near my lower stomach, and I flinched when he brushed a finger above my navel, the fabric of the suit thin as skin.  He made an audible gulp and heat pooled into my chest, causing a desiring rush through my body.  I shut my eyes, praying this wasn’t happening as my system thought the opposite, my waist pressing into his. 

My eyes didn’t stay closed for long once I felt an intruding lump below and my hands flew to his chest, weakly trying to push him away.  Pleads died at the contact of his forehead against mine, his mouth dragging heavy breathes.  The breaths held addicting fumes that drew my lips closer, inhaling the intoxicating blend of alcohol and a musty forest that I drowned in.  Our puckers dangled helplessly, aching for the erratic crave. 

“So tell me girl if every time we to-u-ch, you get this kind of bl-u-sh, baby singing yeah, e, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!  If you don’t want to take it slow, and you just wanna take me home, baby singing yeah, e, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.”  Cray sandwiched between us, slung his arms around our shoulders to pull as close, bellowed, “Let me kiss you!” and stuck a kiss on both of our cheeks. 

A beasty growl vibrated from Romane and his jaw locked.  “Cray.”

“Sir,” he answering with a copy of Romane’s voice. 

“You better jump off his god damn plane before I kick your ass.”  Cray made an uneasy chuckle and dashed off the plane, floating in the sea of stars with a yelp before gravity did it’s work. 

Not wanting to get yelled at, I inched closer to the drop and peeked down.  Bad choice.  I ripped my eyes away and shook my muscles, trying to kick off the jitters.  “You know, what’s with gangs and jumping off of extremely high things?”  Romane moved beside me, and started laughing but quickly noticed my genuineness and coughed to a stop.  “Like, really,” I continued.  “Why can’t you just be like normal gangs and drive through towns with Harley Davidson bikes and steal cars and run around with guns and doing normal things like pew, pew, pew.”  I made a hand gun and pretended to shoot. 

His laughter returned.  “This isn’t a movie, wildcat.  This is real shit.  If you’re scared”—he entangled his hand with mine—“we can jump together.” 

It was my turn to laugh.  “Scared? Have you met me now?”  I let go of his hand, shut down all my thoughts and simply jumped off. 

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I somersaulted on the roof, rolling onto my feet and blinked back to allow the dizziness to fade.  I gained focus by the time I unclipped the parachute and squinted to find the others.  My heart strummed with worry as no one was seen and I ventured forward in caution.  Suddenly something clamped my arm and I swung my leg across their arm, pulling it down to hear a harsh, “Jessie!” and immediately released the lock. 

“Cray,” I hissed.  “What the hell?!”  My eyes popped and I stuck my hand out, trying to feel for something.  “Where are you?” 

“Twist the band around your wrist.  It’s the cuff of the suit,” he said lowly. 

I grazed my fingers over my wrist, and a thin sheet enveloped my head, closing in on my face.  The Eagles and Cray stood in front of me, their helmets on as well as their robotic expressions.  “You learn a bit of technology in Snipers,” Cray explained.  “I got a hold of the gravity bracelets and tweeked a few things.  The suit works as a camouflage, blending to any large surface or substance you touch.” 

“Sounds complicated,” I muttered, slightly freaked by this innovation. 

“You’re complicated,” said a man. 

I glimpsed over my shoulder and wrinkled my nose.  “I’m not complicated,” I said coldly.  “The world is just too simple.” 

“That doesn’t make sense,” Romane sneered.  He flicked his head and the Eagles followed, crouched with guns hanging by their waists.  Cray and I stayed close behind the leader.    

“You don’t make sense,” I muttered.   

We crept through the night, pursuing Romane’s hand signals as Eagles parted to slice throats of passing guards and quickly realigned back into the moving positions.  Jumping over pipes and discarding dead bodies away from the open space, Romane raised his palm and our feet dug to a stop. 

He pressed his ear to the floor, and Cray scurried over, compressing his ear to the cement too.  Nodding, he delved into his backpack and attached a metal orb on the floor.  I peered closer, carefully watched the gadget light’s blink and was awed how an automatic circular cut out of the roof floor was connected to the device.  Cray lifted it out, turned the strap around his ankle and dropped into the black hole.  The Eagles whisked after him, Romane and I the last ones again. 

Forcing my eyes open as I dropped into the building, a scream nearly flew out as I was upside down.  Romane slid back the roof cut out.  Rushing to the front of the line with Romane and Cray, I realized the ankles were gravity switches for us and instead of running across the hallway floor, we ran on the ceiling.  We were ghosts, suits very close to the grey tint and footsteps were feather light on the ceiling pot lights.

We disappeared past humans dressed in lab coats and clipboards, but an eerie shiver surged up my spine each time we past the cameras.  Like we were being watched.  

Stopping by a protected ten foot steel door with two men protecting it, a matched number of Eagles broke off the line and touched their gravity bands, thighs falling onto the guard’s shoulders.  Not a breath was puffed as the guard’s necks were cracked, the Eagle’s gingerly laying their bodies on the floor.  Cray dropped shortly and attached another copy of the orb to the hand detector.  He punched in a few numbers, and the door slid open.  “We grab the children and get out.  They are my mission.  I cannot fail.  You cannot fail,” he said into the speaker helmet. 

Led by Romane, he raised his gun to his chest as did everyone else and the door was closed.  Then locked.  No one had touched that door. 

“Something’s not right,” I whispered next to him, the loaded Eagle gun digging in my shoulder blade. 

He ignored my warning and advanced gradually.  Rows of glass tubes and tanks filled the centre of the empty room.  The spotlights were bright, illuminating our shadows.  Flasks and bottles held neon liquids and needles were scattered carelessly across the counters.  I stepped over a fallen wheelie chair.  “Romane,” I whispered and touched his elbow. 

My contact was nothing and he ventured forward, hopefully digesting the eerie silence floating above us.  Creeping closer to a corner, I was about to order him to stop but he was already around the bend. 

His footsteps rooted to the metal tiles, I quickly came to his side and almost dropped the gun.

It was a massacre, the bodies of scientists horrifyingly cracked into positions I didn’t think could be possible.  All their lifeless eyes were open, their own shock matching mine.  The sea of red burned my throat and I tightly clasped the gun handle instead of groping the pillar beside to vomit.  You wouldn’t think the lab coats were originally white.  I daringly entered further into the area and grasped my neck to powerlessly stop the heat.  Claw marks dug into the tattered skin, yellow mucus oozing out of the open flesh.  “This wasn’t done by a human,” I whispered aloud.  One scientist’s face was torn into shreds, their bloody nose lying alongside her ear. 

“She’s sniffing her own ear!” Cray hooted lowly. 

Burying the ugly repulsion, my gaze crawled over the sickening bodies to the wall.  Oxygen dispersed and my mouth was left dry as bone.  Three scientists had plastic tubes wrapped on their necks, hanged by the lights as their feet swayed, arms limp.  Faces pale and stomach eaten, blood dripped off their black shoes, onto a growing puddle.  Glass rooms behind the hanged scientists were broken, shards crunching under Romane’s feet.  He picked up a teddy bear smeared with blood and stared hard at its buttoned eyes.  “They took them.  They’re gone,” he said, voice merged with disbelief and exasperation.  His hands madly trembled and I went after his gaze.  There on the glass was a handmade scribble in blood; two words sending raw fear into the human Jess, and the monster.

She’s next. 

Instinctively, my gaze dropped to my feet surrounded by a blood puddle.  Sweeping away the scarlet fluid, I revealed the bare floor where a dark X was painted. 

“Shit.” 

The ego swooped into my soul and I heard the bullet whizz to the side of my head.  I ducked to my knee, just missing the death wish and rolled across the fresh red paint and slammed my back into the metal pillar.  “Romane!” I roared, my tone scratchy from the natural and mutant egos. 

He dove to the counter, Cray sliding under a desk for shelter.  The Eagles divided into the nearby covers, one shot down before reaching safety.  The gunshots were rapid now and I held mine to my chest, peering over to find no one in the open.  Suddenly a creature dropped from the ceiling, the ground shaking at their impact. 

His spine was cracked straight, muscles stiff and rigid.  A gun looped along his thumb.  His eyes swirled black.

Like mine. 

My ego screeched at the visitor and my natural ego ran for the closet.  Senses sharpened, eyes narrowing, I stepped out of the hiding spot and hissed.  Then before the last human part vanished, a nerve of familiarity was hit.  A snake tattoo slinked around his neck, ink designed fangs burrowed into his throat.  The scales continued under the man’s shirt and flashes of Hong Kong, and the Seducer test appeared.  I zoomed to reality and any goodness hid itself.   

The man’s eyes sparkled like the night, wet, red lips widening to a ghastly grin.  “Hello, sister.” 

My frozen heart unexpectedly cracked a smidge.  For a moment I was connecting.  For a moment I felt like I belonged.  Darkness consumed the warm feeling and there was no black and white.  Just.  Black. 

“Care to join us in Hell?” the man smirked. 

I unbuckled the second gun to hold two by my face, fully loaded and thirsting for this man’s blood.  The training had rewards, my natural ego able to control some morals of the monster.  “Not today,” I answered. 

“Pity,” he said and leaked a tear.  A tear of blood.  Two other creatures like him dropped from the ceiling, holding that identical bloodthirsty look.  His grin arrived again.  “I hate to kill my own kind.”

“I’m not your kind,” I growled and charged.  The two creatures pounced and fired off, the bullets running through their flesh to easily repair seconds later.  I bent down to escape a fast claw and dropped completely to escape another.  Throwing both useless weapons at their faces, it failed to distract them for a second and they pounced again.  I extended my legs and shoved my heels into their stomachs, pushing off to have them fly across the room, crashing into bottles. 

The Eagle’s swarmed the two creatures, holding on their own battle.  The leading man smiled sickly at me and gave an inching finger, taunting me closer. 

Not a cocky bastard like him, I kept impassive and crashed him into the pillar.  He shrieked and I swerved my foot around, striking his temple.  His head wobbled to the side, going limp and quickly cracked back to normal nauseating click.  He sent his foot into my chest and I flew back, ramming into the scientist’s body.  His fist soared and I shifted, his knuckles breaking the tile a hair away. 

I got to my feet, bounced off the desk, grabbed onto the hanging light chain, swung forward and drove my foot under his chin, flipping forward to see his body snap back.  He regained balance but I built the power of my leg swing and punched his rib cage.  I felt his bone break under my deep knuckles and grabbed his skull, thrashing it to the ground along with his body. 

Knees pinning him down, his jaw opened, revealing gleaming teeth that wrenched for my skin.  His hands gripped my waist and I screamed, his nails scrapping my flesh.  Without thought I whipped out the 212, shoved the barrel into his mouth and pulled the trigger. 

The echoing gunshot bounced off the walls and his body jerked and swerved and his claws twitched in my skin to then wilt, black eyes evaporating to a normal blue.  I retracted his claws from my skin and got onto my feet.  I cracked my neck and crushed his face under my boot as I stepped off.  “Who’s next?” I sweetly crooned.

The other two creatures had one look at their chief and hissed at me.  “He’ll send more,” one slithered.  “After every one of us you kill, there will be more.  We just gained the second last thing to his plan.  You’re the final piece.  He’s just waiting for you, Jessie.  He’s sitting on his throne, waiting for you to break.  To explode.” 

Images of the market, when Levi was seconds from killing the early transformed Cold Blood.  Linking into the natural ego’s mind, memories were fuzzy:“She’s going to explode soon.  She’s a ticking bomb.  And he’s just waiting for her.  Waiting for the monster to come out.  And when the monster does, nothing can save you.” 

“You’ll meet him soon,” the creature darkly hissed and the two leaped onto the lights, swinging up to blow a hole through the ceiling.  Their exit had my body loosen and I inhaled sharply as the Jessie dragged the monster out of my chest, replacing the black with brown.       

Strong arms enclosed around my waist and I fell into their body, muscles weak.  Everything was shutting down.  The world was closing.  “I got you, baby,” he whispered.   “I got you.” 

My eyes closed to the sound of Romane’s comforting, chilly voice. 

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That’s right people.  The person who killed a man with tampon is numba one in action! Yeeeha!

xD It’s past one am and I have to wake up in less than five hours to catch a train to Paris.  Yes, I’m moving to Pa-REE.  London was great and all butttttt, who wouldn’t want to be in the city of love?

What do you think of the chapter? I feel like it could’ve been more badass and gory but I’m tired so... Hate if you must but I’d rather feel love.

And are you satisfied with knowing who the mole was? I knew Cray would be it since the very beginning so it was funny when I read how the majority of you guessed it.  I’d make it Isaac but I think your brain needs a break from plot twists.  Actually, the real mind fcuk would be if it was her MOM.

What do you think those black eyed creatures were all about? Do you think Jessie is a monster?

Comment! Hey, and if you’ve been to Paris, where should I go because I don’t know what to see besides the Eiffel Tower and the Mona Lisa xD

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Ps. Continue to read if you want to hear my day:

Did you know here in England, I made the guard talk to me at the Tower of London? ;) He was going towards his post and I looked up in my baseball cap and was like, “I really like your hat.”  He’s like, “Thanks.”  As we walk away my friend, he told me: “Congrats, you just made the guard talk.”  I blinked back, realizing the cool guy who I complimented was a guard. LOLLL. I didn’t even know.  I just liked his hat.    

AND I FOUND THE LOVE OF MY LIFE. SO FREAKING HOT HOLY SHITTT.  TANNED, TALL, DARK HAIR, STELLAR SMILE. AND I CAUGHT HIM STARING AT ME. I was fangirling.  But we didn’t talk.

He didn’t know English.

I never watched Dora.

We were screwed.