All Chapters of Mosquito System: Blood Required: Chapter 31
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The hell on Earth!
I sat at the bottom of the reinforced glass jar, my golden legs tucked under me in a mock-meditative pose. I looked up at Mimo. She was cleaning a small, serrated dagger with a piece of oily cloth."Mimo," I buzzed. "How did you end up like this? An Essence Hunter. You don't exactly strike me as the type who enjoys trapping souls for a living."She paused. A small, tired smile broke across her face—a smile that didn't reach her eyes. It was the kind of smile you see on a soldier who has seen too many bloody winters."In the East Side, it’s either do or die," she said, her voice a soft rasp. "Being a hunter... it gives you a little more priority than a commoner. Commoners are 'Cattle.' Hunters are 'Dogs.' The masters at the top prefer the dogs to be fed just enough so they don't bite the hand that holds the leash. It’s a miserable life, but it’s a life.""And why me?" I asked, my voice dropping to a serious frequency. "Why gamble your life by kidnapping a high-resonance anomaly?
The Beginning
Then we reached to a place. The window was encrusted with layers of oily grime, but the crack in the glass acted like a lens, forcing me to see the truth I had tried to ignore. Behind that glass, It was a Nursery, but the word felt like a lie. In any other world, a nursery was a sanctuary. Here, it was a warehouse.I stared at the rows of glass pods. They were stacked like shipping crates, connected by a web of translucent tubes. Inside each pod lay an infant, their eyes shut tight in a state of forced, chemical sleep. "What are these?" I buzzed. "Why are they in jars? Why aren't they in their mothers' arms, where it’s warm and safe?"Mimo let out a long, shuddering sigh. She didn’t look at me. She kept her gaze fixed on the pods, I could tell the tired pain on her face. "Their spirits are being tuned. Like a musician tightens the strings on a guitar to get the perfect note. They wants their essence to be 'Premium Pure.' By keeping them in that sleep, they prevent any noise fr
No...
The thump-thump was no longer a distant vibration. Every beat of the Hunter’s tracker felt like a drum hitting my shell. Mimo’s boots pounded against the rusted metal of the Lower Tunnels. We had dived into the dark, hoping the maze of steam pipes and oily water would save us. But I could see them now. Not just one hunter, but shadows moving along the high catwalks."Mimo," I buzzed, my voice tight with panic. "They’re everywhere. I can see the light of their trackers. There’s at least fifty of them."She didn't answer. Her breath was coming in painful gasps. The two drops of blood I had taken weren't much, but on top of the hunger and the running, it was taking its toll. But she didn't slow down."We just... need to reach the... Siphon-Gate," she wheezed. "They won't follow us into the waste-zone. It’s too toxic for their gear."But we weren't going to make it.Above us, the Hunter in the dark coat reappeared. He stood still, his silver rod raised. "Target locked," a voice
Meeting The Witch
"Oh no. Oh no!"I woke up with a jolt, my entire body jumping as if I had been hit by something terrible. My wings, usually so light felt like heavy weights pinned to my sides. For a terrifying second, I thought I was back in the tunnels, staring down the silver rod of the Hunter, waiting for the cold sting of the end. Master. Master, what happened? Speak to us! Drako’s voice was like a low rumble of thunder, vibrating through my consciousness. Right beside it, Gulp’s tone cut through the fog of my panic. Calm your spirit, Master. You are safe. The hunters are far, and the cold needle is gone.Their concern acted like an anchor, pulling me back from the edge of a nightmare. I took a shaky breath, feeling the air move through my tiny body. I wasn't dead. I was lying on a fold of fabric.I tried to stretch my wings, but a sharp tug stopped me. My wings were bandaged.It was an impossible sight. I was a mosquito, a creature so small that a human finger could crush me without ev
The Cannibal Queen
The library felt like it was breathing. The scent of dried herbs seemed to thicken as the woman’s voice dropped into a tone that made the hair on my tiny legs stand on end. "After Witch Shanan was murdered," she began, her eyes reflecting the flickering candle flame like two dying stars, "the land itself lost its soul. It wasn't just a political shift, It was a beginning of nature rejection."She described a scene that belonged in the deepest circles of hell. The moment Shanan’s ash touched the soil of Allure City, the verdant paradise withered in a single breath. The lush forests that had once been the pride of the kingdom turned into a skeletal graveyard. Trees turned black, their branches twisting into claws as if the wood itself were screaming in agony."The rainfall stopped," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Not a single drop of water fell from the heavens for seven years. But the sky wasn't empty. Even under the blazing, indifferent sun, dry thunderstorms would rake t
Midnight, A New Friend
"It will take two whole days," I said, my tiny voice shaking with sadness. "The gate only takes two drops of blood at a single time. I need three more drops to become human again. I have to wait.""Two days is a lifetime in Allure City," Grandma said softly. She sat in her wooden chair, her tired eyes looking at the candle. The shadows danced on her wrinkled face."I cannot wait that long," I said, my wings buzzing with anger. "Mimo is in danger right now. I have to save her before they hurt her."Grandma let out a heavy sigh. She leaned forward, resting her dry hands on the table. "You need to understand what this place truly is, little one. This city is not just a cruel home. It is the biggest blood bank in the whole world."I stopped buzzing and landed on the table. "A blood bank?""Yes," she nodded slowly. "The rich people, the elites living high up in the Spire, they do not just drink our life to stay young. They supply our blood to other lands across the continent for very
Midnight's Underground Roads
Midnight took the lead. I settled right on the top of his back, burying my tiny golden legs deep into the ink-black fur between his shoulder blades. It felt like sitting on the back of a living shadow. Every time his muscles bunched and released, I was rocked with a powerful rhythm. I felt like riding a panther into battle."Come on," I said, leaning forward and trying to remember all the animal movies and anime I had ever watched. "Tell me the truth. Are you a witch's cat? Is that why you can talk? Did you drink a magic potion, or were you cursed by an angry wizard?"Midnight didn't even break his stride. He approached a massive, rushing underground drain filled with dark water, didn't even pause to measure the distance, and launched himself into the air. We flew over the gap, landing silently on the other side."Meow-ha-ha-ha," a deep, rumbling sound vibrated through his chest. It started as a feline meow and turned into a raspy, genuine laugh. "You are a very funny bug. Serio
The Outcastes of Trash Town
I puffed out my chest, feeling pretty proud of myself. "Not bad for a bug, right?"But our laughter was suddenly cut short. A loud noise broke the silence of the underground.KRRR-SHHH. Beep.It came from the dead guard's thick belt. It was a black square radio with a blinking light."Unit Seven, report," a cold, robotic voice echoed from the small speaker. "Your heart rate monitor has flatlined. Report your status immediately."Midnight’s green eyes went wide. His ears pinned flat against his furry head. "Oh no. The Spire tracks their guards. If he doesn't answer right now, they will send the mechanical Scent-Hounds. A whole pack of them. We need to run, Zilu! Now!""Wait," I said. "If we just run, they will know he was attacked. We need to buy some time.""How?" Midnight hissed, backing away from the body. "Unless you can speak in an ugly human voice, we are dead."I flew down from the guard's nose and landed directly on the radio. I looked at the big rubber button on the s
Friends?
I felt my heart twist. This dog wasn't evil. He was just broken. He was so used to being hurt that he expected every fight to end in death.Midnight stared down at the scarred dog for a long moment. Then, slowly, he pulled his fangs away. He stepped off Buster’s chest and sat back on his haunches.He stretched out his black paw toward the dog's nose."Hi," the cat said softly, with a gentle smile. "I'm Midnight."Buster opened his eye. He looked at the paw, completely confused. He slowly stood up, shaking the dirt from his fur. He looked around at his gang, then back at Midnight."You... you spared me?" Buster asked, his voice shaking. "Why? You won.""Because winning against a brother doesn't make me stronger," Midnight said. "The real enemy is up there." He pointed a claw toward the ceiling, toward the city above. "The people who gave you that scar. The people who took my family. Why should we fight each other down here while they live perfectly fine?"Buster stared at Midn
My Trash Town Family
The echoes of the animals cheering faded into a determined hum.I looked at the sea of broken animals from my spot on Midnight’s head."We have an army," Midnight whispered, his green eyes scanning the crowd."No," I replied softly. "We have a family. And we need to make sure they survive this crisis to see a new dawn."Buster stepped forward. "What is the plan? We have claws and teeth, but we are going up against guns and all those strong weapons and magics. We need direction."I flew down and landed on a tall, overturned wooden crate so everyone could see my glowing golden shell. I had led people before in my human life. I knew that true leadership wasn't about telling people to attack; it was about showing them their own worth."We have to use what we have," I said, my voice carrying across the quiet cavern. I looked at the old brown owl. "What is your name, friend?"The owl puffed out his chest feathers. "I am Barnaby. But as you can see, I am no good in a fight. I cannot se