God Of war: Bloody Revenge

chapter 9

Everyone was shocked—stunned in terror. Even Congressman Copper’s smirk vanished as he gaped at the senator gassing in pain.

Victoria stood there, her chest rising and falling, as she left the fuck standing on the eyeball. Her hand trembled, but her eyes blazed with fury.

“You don’t talk about my daughter like that, you pedophile!” she roared.

"AHHHHHH!" The senator clutched his face, the fork still embedded in his eye. Blood poured between his fingers as he stumbled back, knocking over bottles and glasses. His screams filled the room like the wail of a dying animal.

Copper’s face twisted with rage. His chair screeched against the marble floor as he shot to his feet.

Smack!

His boot slammed into Victoria’s stomach, sending her crashing into the floor. She gasped, pain ripping through her ribs.

"You slut!" Copper snarled. "What have you done?!"

The injured senator howled, Then Copper’s hand on the fork as he gripped it With one final pull—

Schlkk!

His eyeball came out with it.

A thick, wet pop echoed through the room. Blood and viscous fluid splattered across the table, staining the imported marble.

"My eye!" he shrieked, collapsing to his knees. "Oh God—my eye! KILL HER! KILL THIS BITCH!"

The other men shot up, chairs toppling over in their haste. Some reached for their belts, others grabbed nearby bottles, their faces contorted in rage.

Copper, shaking with fury, turned to Victoria.

"Look at what you've done, whore!" he bellowed.

"Yeah!" one of the men echoed. "She has to pay for this!"

"Strip naked," Copper commanded, his voice laced with venom.

A sickening silence settled over the room.

Victoria lay on the floor, her ribs aching, her mind racing. She looked up at the circle of monsters, at the blood-covered senator.

Copper’s fury boiled over as he stormed toward Victoria.

“I said strip naked!” he barked.

But Victoria couldn’t do it and Wouldn’t do it.

Smack! Smack!

His boot slammed into her stomach again, harder this time. She choked on a gasp, curling in on herself as pain tore through her ribs.

“I will fucking kill you and your daughter!” Copper roared, kicking her again.

Smack! Smack!

The blows kept coming, each one more brutal than the last. Blood pooled in Victoria’s mouth, the metallic taste thick on her tongue. But she refused to break.

Then, suddenly.

Shrrkk!

Victoria’s teeth sank into Copper’s leg.

"AHHH!" he bellowed, stumbling back. His rage flared like a wildfire, his face contorting in fury.

"You bitch!" He wiped at his bleeding leg, panting. "That's it! I have had enough!"

Reaching into his coat, he pulled out a gun and aimed it at her head.

“Go to hell and fuck with the angels.”

Bang!

Copper grinned, waiting for blood to spill.

But nothing.

Victoria wasn’t there.

His smirk faltered. He frowned, scanning the room.

Something had moved her. Something fast.

Then, he swiftly turned beside him, and saw what moved her. Actually, who moved her. The man had Shield Victoria, and covered her with his whole body.

"Who the fuck is this?!" he growled.

Victoria lay limp in the man’s arms, her body broken, her face covered in blood. Her mouth was swollen from the brutal beating, and her vision blurred with pain. Everything at first shone too brightly, making it impossible to see who was holding her.

Then, slowly, the image sharpened and everything came into shape.

Her breath hitched.

Stiles?.

Victoria scoffed weakly, a bitter smile ghosting her lips. Even in my dying moments, I see him, she thought. It had to be a hallucination. A mere imagination.

She had dreamt of him every day for the past six years. She had missed him so much it ached, but she believed he wasn’t here. He couldn’t be.

“I’m here.” The voice was deep, filled with emotion.

"Babe, I’m here."

Victoria’s frown deepened. Her trembling fingers reached up, brushing against his face. He was warm. Solid. Real. she traced every part of his face.

It’s him, he's real. he is back!!!.

she thought to herself.

"It’s you," she said. her fingers curling around his jaw.

“Yeah, it’s me. It’s me, Stiles.” His voice cracked, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I came late. I’m sorry I let you suffer all this while. I—I should die for that.”

Victoria sniffled, her chest tightening.

"Lord," she rasped, "I’m so happy I’m seeing you before I die. And our girl… She’ll be able to see her father now."

Her words hit Stiles like a hammer to the chest. His grip on her tightened, his jaw clenching as he saw the state she was in. Blood clogged in her chest, her breathing shallo and She was on the brink of death.

No, he wouldn’t let this happen.

“I’m here,” Stiles murmured, his voice filled with quiet fury. His eyes burned with a promise. “And you’re not going to die.”

“Who the hell did this to you?”