Chapter 12; Traps and Emotions
"I WON! I WON! I REALLY WON!"
"Yo! Chill Stel!" Riven massaged his temples. "It's fake money anyway,"
"Hey! Don't you dare insult Monopoly!" Stella pointed an accusing finger at him. Riven rolled his eyes. "It's a stupid-,"
"Ok, shut up Riven," Musa narrowed her eyes at him. "Stel, chill,"
"How 'bout another-,"
"BRANDON!"
"You've been losing since we started!" said Layla.
"So? I wanna-," he trailed off as he watched Flora pack the game up. He widened his eyes at her. She looked up at him and shrugged. "What?"
"Flo-,"
"Don't 'Flo' me! I should have never brought up this idea anyway," she shook her head. "You guys are impossible," she stood up with all the Monopoly equipment in her hands.
"Sorry, Flo," they chorused together, except Helia. Timmy soon noticed Helia's diverted attention. "Hey Helia! You ok?"
"Huh?" Helia stared at him, confused. "You've been totally lost since this morning," said Nabu. "Everything ok?"
"Oh yeah," he smiled. Since this morning, he couldn't bring himself to focus on anything. Tonight, he was going to barge into NightStealth.
"You sure?" asked Brandon. "You know… Flo's here," he joked. Riven erupted in laughter. "Nice one, man," He leaned in to high five Brandon.
Flora rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Utterly impossible," she muttered before walking away.
Helia's mind drifted to Flora. He felt uneasy that morning. His senses told him that something bad was going to happen, something really bad. He pouted. Everything was possible.
He slowly got up and went up to his room. He had a lot to prepare for anyway. This night, he couldn't bring himself to make a mistake or else several lives will be at stake.
He pulled on his black uniform and took a deep breath. It was now or never. He stared at his reflection. His aqua eyes glinted softly, a mere contrast of his hard features.
He stared across the balcony. The night was pitch-black, with a menacing aura. He quickly glanced at the clock and leaped across the balcony. Using his laser gloves, he propelled himself and landed on the ground safely on his knees.
He slanted a glance across his shoulder, making sure no one saw him before sprinting to the forest. He ran North, each time checking his surroundings.
He stopped in front of a huge tree and shot his laser gloves at one of its branches. In a swift movement, he climbed onto the branch and breathed the building in front of him. The only decor was all hard steel edges and industrial grays with only the main entrance as both the entry and exit. He frowned. Yet, the square shaped window in front of him haunted him. Vlad was an expert. He arranged for that no soul could escape NightStealth, then what about this glass frame? It looked suspicious to him, almost as if Vlad had set this up intentionally, with an aim waiting for the victim.
Yet, this was the only entry he had; the one and only chance of entering NightStealth. He glanced at the main entry. Four guards stood in front of it, just like Dash said.
He tapped on his earpiece and leaped on the windowsill, instantly grabbing the pipe set across the roof. He took a second to think. Suspicion aroused him. Why would someone set up a windowsill for just a glass frame? If he had gotten enough time to handle this mission, maybe he wouldn't be pestering himself about this now. If anything happened, it was his father to be blamed.
He removed a dagger from his back pocket and bit his lower lip. Keeping his right hand firmly on the pipe, he gently crouched down so as to his right hand could cut the glass. He let out a sigh of relief while he gently removed the piece of glass from the window. The glass in his hand, he slang his feet across the window. He blinked and turned on himself. What was that? He didn't know if he had landed into a dark hole or a dark room. He could barely see anything. But Dash… His words sang in his head: "You'll land into the heart of NightStealth, machines everywhere,".
Noise broke onto silence. His eyes widened as a clapping sound erupted, misplaced like a Rock song being played at a funeral. The glass crashed on the ground. It was all a trap.
He turned, his teeth clenched, eyes cold. In cue, everything lit up revealing a figure who swore to set the remaining debts and his whole gang; strong bones and faces like walls, machines everywhere like they have planned to expose the demon in him.
The figure clapped his hands, a vengeful smirk playing on his features. "Agent H," His hands caught in midair. "Or should I say Ex-Agent H," he turned his back to him for a moment. "Long time no see," Their eyes locked.
The corner of Helias' lips twisted slightly. He crossed his arms over his chest. "It depends on the purpose of seeing me again-," He stayed calm and composed. He had met up with these kinds of situations a thousand times. A wrong move and you're finished. Yet, he was smart. A Spy like him never give rise to suspicion but merely act. "Vlad," he spat his name like venom.
A faint chuckle escaped his rival's mouth. "Helia," he shook his head, mischief lacing the curve of his lips. Yet, something more dark hid behind it, something more sinister, more evil.
"I regret that this time it's gonna be a whole lot different," His smirk grew bigger. "We have an amazing surprise for you, Agent H," he fell on his seat, arms wide open.
With a click of his fingers, the wall on the right corner of the piece turned. Helias' eyebrows raised, his head instantly jerking to the side. Horror danced with pain. "Flora," he yelled, slamming his fists on the glass barrier that separated them.
The scene in front of him set fire to his wounds, and aroused something he had never, professionally, felt before; fear was born. And was accompanied by his old pal, pain.
Flora faintly raised her head at the mention of her name. With a rush of adrenaline, she wriggled from the chains that kept her captive. "Helia," Her scream pierced his heart. "Helia, please get me out of here," Her voice was feeble, begging.
His heart burst up in pain, pumping tears instead of blood. A melancholy boosted by anger struck his insides. He reached for Vlad, grabbing his collar and lifting him up. "What did you do to her?"
Vlad instinctively held his palm up for his guards. "Helia," he released himself from Helia's grip with a strong seize on his wrists. "Why are you being so impatient?" He adjusted the collar of his coat. His eyes met with Floras', a devious smirk on his face. "Some relationships are just so special to us, right?" His gaze returned to Helia. "They keep us alive. Yet, sometimes, they leave us dead,"
His grey eyes transformed into a vivid dark, matching his behavior. "Come to the point,"
"I have a deal for you,"
He felt an amused disgust. A pact with the demon.
"Work for us and your beloved will be free,"
He slightly twisted his head to the right in thought. Flora… he thought again and again. He felt guilty down his spine. Why did fate have to bring her into all this? It was part of his fault too, anyway. He should have known. Yet, he still allowed himself to get closer to her. He was just a dagger in her life of hearts and flowers. A demon in the middle of knives. And now, she was in danger… because of him.
Yet, working for him, for Vlad? It was like working for the demon, itself. And he swore to stay true to the angels...
His face jerked to face Flora. The glint in her eyes, the pain… Hadn't he been strong, the tears would have already been transformed into rivers. "And what if I don't?"
A faint chuckle escaped Vlad's mouth. A machine appeared in front of Flora, rising from the ground. He jerked his chin towards it. "You see this?" Helias' eyes made contact with it, lines of confusion plastered on his face. "It's a very powerful laser," Vlad said. "It has the capability of burning down the very source of magic in a magical being,"
The corner of his lips twisted with pride. "Aka, it kills," He broke into a huge smile, happy with himself. Helias' eyes lingered on the machine. He clenched his jaws, feeling his anger rising. His insides twitched. Flora…
"If you don't then you can say goodbye to her,"
Flora's heart cringed in pain. A thousand questions flooded her mind. What was all this? And Helia… Deep down under, she knew he was the one more hurt. She knew him enough to read his face. Her eyes remained fixed on him. So this was it… She tried hard to stop the tears from falling but her heart couldn't stop cringing, couldn't stop pleading. A deep sorrow plunged into her heart. Deeper than the seven seas, hurting to the core.
She was finally about to get the answer to her question, even though, she wished the situation would have been better. If Helia really liked her back…
She watched as Helia stared into her eyes full of hope. The tears in them, magnifying that hope. He only wished he was in her place. At least he would have died with a peace of mind, peace that she was safe, that he didn't put her life at stake.
His face turned into a blank wall. No more emotions than a machine. He turned his back to her.
"Do whatever you want with her, I don't care,"
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