God Of war: Bloody Revenge

chapter 4

She then called the number her mom had dialed last, believing it to be her dad.

“Hello, Dad…?” Amelia’s voice trembled. “Mom is taken away. Please, you have to come now! Come and help us… Daddy, why did you abandon me? Why did you abandon Mom?” Her little voice cracked, heavy with pain.

“We have suffered a lot… we need you… come and show them that I am not fatherless, and my mom has a superhero husband…”

Suddenly, heavy footsteps rushed toward her.

A guard spotted her. “Brat, what the heck are you doing?!”

SMACK! SMACK!

A brutal slap landed across Amelia’s fragile face, sending her crashing to the floor. The phone slipped from her tiny hands. The guard snatched it up and smashed it against the ground. The screen shattered, pieces flying everywhere.

Amelia’s cheek burned, but she pushed herself up, glaring at the man with tear-filled eyes.

“Don’t touch me!” she shouted, her little voice filled with defiance. “If you dare touch me, my dad will cut off your hand!”

The guard let out a cruel laugh. SMACK! Another slap struck Amelia, harder this time.

“Shut up, brat, with your imaginary dad,” he sneered.

Amelia gasped, her small body trembling. Blood dripped from her lips. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, struggling for breath.

The guard smirked, watching her struggle. “Oh? You’re dying? Call your imaginary father to come save you!” he taunted, laughing.

Just then—

SMASH! SMASH! THUD!

The hospital room door crashed down with a thunderous impact, slamming onto the floor. The guards standing at the entrance were thrown backward, hitting the ground with painful groans.

The entire room fell into stunned silence.

And there, standing in the doorway, was a tall, hard-looking man—dangerous, radiating pure, lethal energy. His cold, deadly eyes scanned the room, locking onto Amelia’s bruised face. Behind him stood two more men, their expressions just as murderous.

The lead man stepped forward, his voice like a tiger growl.

“No,” he said. His glare pinned the guard to the floor like a death sentence.

“Her dad is not imaginary. He is standing right here in front of you.”

Amelia weakly smiled through her pain, her tiny lips stained with blood.

“Daddy…?” she whispered, her eyes filled with relief. “I knew you would come! Please… help me crush this bad man’s hand, Dad.”

Stiles' sharp, deadly gaze shifted to the guard who had dared to lay hands on his daughter.

“At your pleasure, Princess,” he said.

The guard’s face twisted with fear for a split second, but he quickly masked it with bravado. Sneering, he pulled out a small knife from his belt, gripping it tightly.

“Hey! Who the hell do you think you are?!” the guard spat, his voice shaking just slightly. “I will kill you!!”

With a furious roar, he lunged forward, aiming the knife straight for Stiles’ throat.

But Stiles didn’t move. He simply stood there, calm and unbothered, watching the blade approach.

Then, like a flash of lightning.

SNAP!

Stiles caught the guard’s wrist mid-air, stopping the knife inches from his skin. His grip tightened, bones grinding against each other. The guard’s face contorted in agony.

“AHHHH!!” he screamed, dropping the knife as his wrist bent at an unnatural angle.

But Stiles wasn’t done.

He twisted the arm further—CRACK!—until a sickening snap echoed through the room.

The guard howled, his knees buckling. His free hand clawed at Stiles' iron grip, desperate to break free.

“P-please… stop—AHHHH!!”

Ignoring the plea, Stiles slammed his knee into the guard’s stomach, lifting him off the ground. Spit flew from his mouth as he choked on the impact.

Then, with one brutal motion, Stiles flipped him upside down, gripping his shattered arm again.

SNAP! SNAP! CRACK!

The guard’s bones crunched like dry twigs. His screams became animalistic.

His hand was completely crushed. Twisted. Useless.

Tears streamed down his face as he collapsed onto the floor, writhing, sobbing like a child.

Stiles looked down at him with disgust.

Amelia, still weak, giggled softly, watching the man suffer.

“Daddy… you’re so cool… where were you all this while. We have suffered ” she murmured.

Stiles bent down beside Amelia, brushing her bloodied cheek with fingers. His expression, usually so cold was now so, softened as he gazed at his fragile little girl.

“I’m sorry, Princess,” he murmured, “I’m such a jerk… I should have never abandoned your mom. I should have never left you. I’m so stupid…”

Amelia, though weak, managed a faint smile. “It’s okay, Daddy… you came…, i am sure you have your reason”.

Stiles swallowed the lump in his throat. He had failed them.

Meanwhile, across the room, one of the guards, still trembling from witnessing Stiles’ brutality, slowly reached for his gun.

His fingers curled around the trigger, his hands shaking.

This was his chance.

He raised the gun, aiming straight at Stiles’ head.

"My Lord!" One of the soldiers beside Stiles bellowed. He moved instantly, kicking out toward the guard’s hand. But was too late.

Bang!

The gun fired.

The bullet tore through the air, hitting Stiles

in the chest.

For a moment, Everywhere was silent.

Stiles didn’t even flinch.

He stood there, still kneeling over Amelia, his body unmoving. He didn't want to worry her.

“DADDY!” Amelia’s scream shattered the silence.

Her eyes widened in horror as she watched red bloom across his shirt, soaking into the fabric.

Stiles exhaled. His grip on Amelia tightened, as though protecting her even now.

“I’m okay, Princess,” he rasped

Just then, Amelia’s little body sagged, she was too weak to handle this, that she passed out.

“Amelia?” Stiles whispered, panic flickering in his eyes.

She didn’t respond.

And then, Stiles coughed. Hard.

Blood dribbled from his lips. He was holding it because of his girl.

Slowly, he also passed out.