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'Oh, you have got to be kidding.' Black Hat thought to himself.

Black Hat looked at the scene before him.

Demencia was kneeling on the floor looking at the object she was holding. From the opened envelope on the floor, the piece of paper she was holding was a letter addressed to her.

From the look on her body posture, she was almost confused and surprised at the letter she was reading.

Demencia then noticed Black Hat's presence. Turning towards him, Black Hat saw that she was angry. Probably from the letter and not from him.

"Get this piece of shit away from me." Demencia said to Black Hat with frustration in her voice. She handed the letter to Black Hat and stood up. She stomped down the hall with her fists clenched as Black Hat watched in shock.

Whatever the letter had written to her, she was not happy with what it was.

Black Hat thus began to read it.

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Dear Dem,

You bitch.

I'm impressed that you managed to escape from my grasp. But that doesn't surprise me.

How was your stay in the hospital? Did you make new friends? Did you open your eyes?

But that doesn't matter now, does it?

For the fantasising whore you are, you had hope. Hope that your friends would rescue you but that never happened, did it?

This isn't the last time you'll see me. But it will be long.

From, THK.

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Tsk.

Black Hat tore the paper and burned it with the dark magic in his fingers.

No need for anyone else to see that letter.

It did make him think though. 'It will be long.'? It either meant that he was not going strike any time soon or he's preparing.

If that bastard was preparing, it would be very likely he'd be dead the second he stepped on the eldritch's property. Unless, he had something up his sleeve...

'No, the idiot won't have the resources to take on an entire organisation.' Black Hat thought, ',if he did, then it'd be too public. That's something he won't do, definitely.'

Then, the distant sound of phone ringing echoed throughout the manor. Black Hat grinned, knowing full well what the call was about.

If the pieces fell together, it would go smoothly.

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Flug walked towards his boss's office unsure what to come.

He did hear a phone ring in the mansion, which wasn't his, but most probably his boss's.

Reaching Black Hat's office, Flug saw his boss writing on a few papers.

"Ah, Flug."

"Yes, sir?"

"I have a very important business meeting which we'll happen a few days from now."

"Okay, do you want to run the company like last time?" Flug asked, knowing that most likely to be the case.

"Well, of course, but the people I'm meeting have asked," Black Hat sighed.

"..for a very special request."

Flug was confused, as wondering what kind of request that the people Black Hat would ask.

Black Hat sighed again.

"They have requested for me, to bring 5.0.5 along with me."

Oh.

"However, I need you to be in this mansion, to continue business."

Oh, great.

"Now, Flug," Black Hat said sternly, "both of us know what will happen if you disagree."

Flug sighed, "Yes, senõr."

"So, you have to do this."

Flug really wanted to sigh again, but that would probably end badly with Black Hat around.

"Anyway, I will leave a few days from now and will be gone for a week at most."

"It won't be too long, would it?" Flug asked.

"Fortunately, it won't."

Flug nodded.

'Another week of Black Hat being absent, won't that be fun.' Flug thought.

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The vehicle that sat on the outskirts of the hat shaped manor.

It was sleek black coloured car that looked liked it came from the 1970s. But anyone who saw it would see that it could much faster than your average old car.

"So, do I need to say goodbye?" Demencia asked.

"No, Demencia." Flug said.

Black Hat waved at them and they waved back. 5.0.5 was in the back in the vehicle and waved at the two. Flug waved again now to his bear son.

"No wonder you were really caring towards him for the past few days." Demencia said coyly.

As the car drove off, Flug and Demencia went inside the mansion.

"Hey, Flug?"

"Yeah, Dem?"

"Sorry about the kiss."

"Oh, now you're sorry?"

"Look," Demencia grabbed Flug and turned him towards her.

"Can you take off that bag, please?"

"Okay."

Flug took off his goggles and took off his paper bag. The only reason he was wearing was because he did need to wear it in public, just so they didn't see his face.

Putting his goggles back on, he stared at Demencia.

"Are you happy, now?"

"Yes." Demencia almost looked like a happy cat, about to pounce on prey.

Demencia then shifted to a embarrassed expression, "Sorry, Flug."

"Look, I know you like me, you kissed me a week ago."

"Can I say what I like about you, since Black Hat is gone?"

Flug rolled his eyes, "Fine, but don't take too long."

What it led to was a very long ramble on Flug by Demencia on topics such as his adorable face (that didn't really fit his evil reputation), his inventions (which kind of made sense, since Demencia liked them) and his personality.

"You like my personality?" Flug said.

"Why not? You look so harmless yet you can create things of mass destruction, but you also have a softer side."

Flug smirked, "Okay, I can see why you like me."

Demencia blushed, "Heh, yeah."

After a moment of silence and both of them walking, Demencia grabbed Flug's shoulder.

Flug turned towards her.

"What is it?"

Demencia had her hands on his shoulders and her face red.

"Flug, do you like me?"

Flug chuckled, "It sounds cliché but yeah I do."

Demencia heaved a sigh of relief. "Thank you."

"Dem, if you want to kiss me again-"

"I'm not."

"Then why are you pulling me towards you?"

Demencia's face went as red as a strawberry. Yeah, she wanted to kiss Flug again.

"Hey, it's okay," Flug said reassuringly, "I'm not gonna get mad."

"You're not?"

"I'm sure."

Demencia smiled then kissed him.

This kiss was definitely not awkward as the last one, but it was definitely much better than it was. Flug couldn't describe the feeling, was it bliss? Joy? Whatever it was, it was nice.

Demencia pulled him closer, not willing to let go of him, Flug complying to the ecstasy.

Demencia then pulled away from Flug, a thin strand of saliva between their lips.

Both of them smiled at each other and their faces red from the scene.

Demencia was the first to speak, "Wow, that felt so, good."

"Yeah, it was."

Demencia and Flug were hugging each other, both of them looking at their faces.

"Is this how you get into a relationship?" Demencia asked.

"No, we missed the dating and getting to know each other part."

"Whatever, it's still feels great."

Flug sighed, "You know what sucks about this?"

Demencia sighed as well, " Yeah, we have to go back to work."

Demencia and Flug hugged each other again.

Letting each other go, they walked to the laboratory, with a company to run.

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The week that followed was as busy as ever, due to the load of orders the both of them had to handle.

Even then, it wasn't the worst week they had.

Since Demencia was still paranoid that she was going to be kidnapped again, the two lackeys handled deliveries to clients.

The clients that got deliveries were surprised at Demencia's appearance, but were happy seeing her. Information on the recent events that happened to her weren't shared, but they were glad she was okay.

Flug was mostly the one doing the driving, as Demencia had never driven a car before.

Black Hat kept contact with the two employees with phone calls, which didn't slow their progress on deliveries.

All in all, it was going to be a good 7 days.

Demencia laid in her bed, wide awake, unable to think of anything to do.

Flug was asleep in his room, that was somewhere in the mansion but she had forgotten where it was. Probably that one room at the top of the manor that had no sense being there.

Propping her hands so that she could sit up on her bed, she glanced at the mirror in her room.

She looked a little worse for wear, had pretty basic attire for the indoors and her mismatched eyes blankly staring at herself.

She noticed the healed cuts on her arms. The former stab wounds that had been stitched up.

Touching them felt strange, but it was now there for the rest of her life.

You'd never learn, would you?

She grimaced, remembering the horrible actions that bastard did to her.

But yet, it felt strange. She had tortured heroes before the serial killer, or as Flug calls him THK, kidnapped her and did the same to her.

If this was karma for her actions, it was a bit too harsh of a punishment.

Her body began to ache, the regions that had been injured before, having a stinging sensation of pain.

She remembered, but didn't want to.

She was strong, but the blows the killer landed on her were painful.

Demencia touched the neon ponytail that only went down to her shoulders, once as big as her body, remembering the painful drag across the floor that killer did. Maybe it was for better or for worse that it was cut short.

A knock coming from her door caught her off guard but before she was about to attack, Flug's voice came from the other side.

"Dem, it's me, Flug."

Opening the door, Demencia found the brunette doctor holding a familiar pink object.

She gasped,"My phone."

"With the recent events, I think you should have this back."

"Oh, thank you, Fluggie."

Flug chuckled, "You're welcome."

Demencia looked at the phone, seeing notification upon notification on the numerous social media apps that she used.

"Flug?"

"Yeah?" Flug was walking away from her room presumably to do work.

"Can you come into my room, please?"

"Uh, sure."

Demencia continued to look at her phone as Flug walked to her.

"Everyone's talking about the murders that happened in Hatsville."

Flug snorted, "The Internet's fast to find anything to talk about."

The posts that talked about the murders in Hatsville spread quickly mostly due to Demencia. The case itself was still ongoing, according to Flug, and no outsiders were allowed in the town to investigate.

Even if the case went worldwide, it would've been a flash in the pan even with Demencia involved, as she wasn't too important in the grand scheme of heroes and villains.

"Alot of people are talking about me."

"Everyone that's involved with Black Hat Org. are talked about by everyone."

"Yeah, but it's more than usual."

Flug shrugged, "You can just say you're alright."

Demencia grinned, "Yeah, it's easier to do that."

Flug leaned against the wall and sighed.

"You know, things have been getting boring recently."

Demencia shut off the phone then looked at Flug.

"You missed the days where you were stressed beyond belief?", Demencia said mockingly.

"Well, at least my time was spent working for a great paycheck. Now I've done nothing but revisiting old blueprints and weapon designs."

"Maybe, that's a good thing?"

"Usually. I would've caused genocide to get free time here."

Demencia smiled, knowing full well that wasn't a joke.

"Hopefully, our boss doesn't take that away."

Flug sighed, "Yeah, I hope so."

Demencia put a hand on Flug's shoulder,

"Hey, it won't be as bad as last time."

"Yeah, it won't."

The two lackeys stood there in comfortable silence, waiting for each other to make a move.

"You can go now." Demencia said, letting go of her hand on Flug's shoulder.

Flug smirked and nodded, before walking away from her.

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Flug stirred the coffee concoction that he made in the kitchen.

The kitchen stood out from the manor as it looked like an ordinary. While the aesthetic of it remained true towards its head occupant, it was the odd room out.

The mahogany kitchen drawers as well as primarily black and red coloured kitchen appliances made the ordinary room more unnerving or misplaced in the manor

Alongside those ordinarily features, there exists a large metal door in the place where a refrigerator would be. Stepping inside the door would show an variety of cold foods prepared for the next meal to arrive. Deeper inside was a large freezer that housed numerous meats such seafood, farm animals and human carcasses.

Flug always made breakfast for 5.0.5 which consisted of a simplistic demeanour of cereals, bread products and whatever leftover healthy foods were avaliable.

If they had the chance, the occupants of the manor would enjoy a nice hearty meal of cooked human flesh with other delicacies that fit their tastes.

Taking a sip of the black coffee, he felt the smooth bitterness of the coffee and the pure taste of the caffeine down his throat that singed his tongue. But he didn't care, he preferred his coffee hot.

Turning around, coffee mug in hand, Flug soon faced Demencia, who was behind him.

Arms crossed with a look of worry on her face, she tilted her head.

"You shouldn't drink so much of that stuff, Flug."

"Don't worry, " Flug responded with a hoarse voice. Swallowing his saliva in his throat, he spoke to Demencia.

"It would take 5 of these until I have to worry about anything."

Demencia frowned, looking at Flug as he continued to gulped down the black liquid in his mug.

"Is there anything to eat?" Demencia asked after Flug swallowed the last of his coffee.

"Do you want me to cook anything?"

Demencia shook her head, "No thanks."

"Your funeral."

Flug then washing the mug in the metal sink.

After finishing and putting the dishes aside, Demencia spoke up.

"Can I-"

Flug turned to her direction, "Can I what?"

Demencia gulped, before speaking, "Can I try some of that coffee stuff?"

Flug smiled.

Flug opened the top drawer, familiar to the placement of hot beverage powders in the kitchen

"Which one you wanna try?", Flug said while reaching to the coffee powders.

"The one you had."

Flug bit his lip as he grabbed two black coffee packets from the drawer.

Opening them and pouring the powders into their respective mugs, Flug then closed the drawer.

"Are you sure?"

Flug could hear Demencia smacking her hands on the table, with a combined clink of few glasses and ceramic dishes following suit.

"Yes! I don't care what you say! I'm trying it and no one's stopping me!" Demencia shouted.

"Okay, okay," Flug said grimacing, "I'll give you what you want."

Flug poured the still hot water from black iron kettle into the mugs, as the smooth aroma of the drinks filled his sinuses.

Taking a tablespoon, he began stirring the beverages, the clink of metal against ceramic mug. It reminded him of creating a chemical in his lab, as the liquid stirred in the cup.

Upon finishing, Flug took the black coffee mugs and put them in front of Demencia and sat down.

Taking the one that looked more full than the other, he took a big gulp of partially hot coffee. It wasn't as hot as boiling hot, but it was better than lukewarm.

Finishing his taste, Flug first saw the half empty mug as he took it away from his mouth. He thought internally that his taste was probably too much.

Then, Flug felt the familiar burn in his throat that occasionally plagued him if he drank hot drinks. Swallowing the saliva in his mouth, the burn slowly died down.

Looking over at Demencia, he could see that she had done the same albeit with more coffee in hers than his.

"So, uh, is it good?" Flug asked.

Demencia's eyes sparkled.

"Heck yeah."

Flug grinned. At least he could buy more coffee for the mansion.

The two occupants of the manor gulped down the last of their respective beverages under the fluorescent light of the kitchen with the sound of crickets heard.

As Flug washed the mugs, Demencia walked up and stood beside him.

Smirking at Flug, Demencia gave him a small kiss on the cheek.

"Hey, why you do that?", Flug asked as he put a hand on his cheek that was kissed.

"Why not? You gave a nice drink."

"Heh, you're right," Flug responded as he washed his hands.

"Is there a downside I'm supposed to worry about?"

"Well, you won't be able to sleep after drinking coffee."

"It's okay. I don't feel like sleeping," Demencia said as she crossed her arms.

"Plus, Black Hat's coming back the day after the day after tomorrow, right?"

"Yes." Flug said as he turned to Demencia.

"So we have some time to kill."

"Then, what do we do?"

Demencia seemed stumped.

"Maybe play some video games?"

"No, I don't feel like playing anything."

Flug shrugged, then scratched the top of his head

"You know, Black Hat has some really vintage movies."

"How vintage?"

"Like really old. All the way to the 1960s. He also has some rare ones too."

"I'm down," Demencia said while shrugging her shoulders, "Plus, I'll watch movies out of boredom."

"Hey, it's okay. We probably sleep there anyway."

The two chuckled in the partially dark manor as the noise of their footsteps and their continued chitchat that followed soon echoed throughout the empty halls.

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To be honest, this is not my best writing. :S

But hopefully, it'll get better since the 'sexy' chapter is up next.

Hope you enjoyed, friend.