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The novel: Should I fight my husband or the black tumor?
Genre: Romantic, light action, mystery, drama
Chapter 11: In the name of God ❤️and let's get started 💕🤭
[In the black hall where Reman was. Reman with white hair is being crushed on the ground, her breathing ragged while Clara stands above her like a deadly shadow.]
Clara: (strikes her with the heel of her shoe in the ribs)
"You're like an injured cat!" [Sound of bones breaking]
"Do you think this is a doll game? Here... death is the only judge!"
[Reman tries to crawl, blood painting a red line on the dusty floor. Fox struggles to his feet, his left eye closed from the first blow.]
Reman: (coughs up blood)
"W...why are you doing this?"
Clara: (laughs while pulling a strand of her white hair)
"Because weaklings like you pollute our ranks!" [pulls the hair suddenly]
"Look at yourself... you can't even stand!"
[Fox attacks again, but Clara avoids and cuts off his ear with her knife. His scream fills the hall.]
[At Aithir's office]
[Aithir sits in front of a broken glass window, looking at his reflection. In the glass, the image of the old grandfather appears:]
Grandfather's image:
"A leader doesn't leave the weak... but traitors are killed."
Aithir: (grasps the wine glass until it breaks)
"Yes... but betrayal is unforgivable." [Glass shards embed in his hand, he feels nothing]
[Memories of Sajjad screaming appear:]
Sajjad's voice:
"Leave Nazar and his affairs alone!"
[Aithir screams into the shattered mirror:]
"People with white hair... monsters!" [punches the reflection]
"Nazar will be like his father... I must cut him before he escapes!"
Back in the hall
[Clara lifts Reman by her hair, whispers in her ear:]
Clara:
"If you stay like this... your death will be a masterpiece." [lets her go and she falls like a ragdoll while laughing]
Aithir speaks: "Alright, that's enough."
[Dalia exits the headquarters with crimson red hair flowing behind her like the tail of a phoenix. Her black armor reflects the cold moonlight, and her steps are heavy and decisive like those of a general on a battlefield. One of the servants dares to stop her.]
Servant: (trembling voice)
"My lady... the meeting starts now! The Ichiniris are waiting for you!"
Dalia: (stops abruptly, her golden eyes glowing with sparks)
"I have another destination." (in a lower voice, but carrying a deadly threat)
"Don't you hear?"
[The servant immediately retreats, sweat dripping down his forehead.]
Servant: (submissively)
"As you wish... do as you please."
[When she arrives at the port, a group of armed men suddenly emerges from the shadows. Their leader points at her with his finger—the death signal. Dalia doesn't wait, she pulls her long sword from her back, its blade glowing with a mysterious dark purple hue.]
New fighting style:
- First strike: She spins like a tornado, her sword slicing through the air with a terrifying whistle. The heads of attackers fly before they even close their eyes.
[She breathes deeply, then mutters with a cold laugh:]
Dalia:
"If they follow me... fine." (her eyes gleam)
"At least they brought someone better." (yawns slightly)
[Dalia enters an old, dark warehouse. Its walls are cracked, and its floor is covered with dried bloodstains. Pale moonlight seeps through the broken windows, illuminating her blood-streaked face as she wipes it. In the middle of the room, Sajjad sits on a temporary throne made of battered boxes, holding his head high like a savage king. His yellow eyes glow in the darkness.]
Dalia: (with a sharp voice, wiping blood from her cheek)
"Ah... Sajjad Altara, you're annoying! I told you not to ask too much of me!" (points at him accusingly with her finger)
"They'll know I'm dealing with you!"
Sajjad: (leans forward, a cold smile appearing on his lips)
"Even if they find out... what will you lose?" (sarcastically)
"After all, you hate them too..."
then he extends his hand toward her
"Where are they? I don't wait long."
Dalia: (rubs her head in frustration, then throws a bloody file in front of him)
"You've become more annoying! Anyway... take these files about the organization."
Sajjad: (opens the file with interest, his eyes widening)
"Thank you... as expected." (laughs suddenly)
"Fine, I originally didn't expect it to have anything to do with Aithir!"
"Still, his path is long." He bites a pill capsule "Is this what Aithir has?"
Dalia: (crosses her arms angrily)
"Yes, and this is the last time you drag me to this disgusting place for information! But... where is Nazar?"
Sajjad: (gestures behind him with his thumb)
"At home... checking papers."
Dalia: (her voice suddenly drops, with a hint of longing)
"I miss him..."
Sajjad: (leans back in his chair, sarcastic)
"Who would've thought the crazy woman would develop feelings? Hahaha!"
Dalia: (shouts angrily)
"Shut up, you idiot?!"
then calms down "Why do you need these files anyway?"
He replies "I don't care about Carlos Organization, but this has to do with trying to harm Nazar. After all, he is threatened by them."
"Brother, if they hadn't harmed Nazar... why would I have had to look for them in the first place!"
She smirks inwardly "I know you'll take care of him, you naughty child."
Sajjad: (stands suddenly, his eyes glowing with madness)
"Dread! Bring our guests out... I've missed them!" (his voice trembles with excitement)
[From the darkness, Dread appears dragging three men bound together. Their faces are disfigured from torture. Sajjad looks at them hungrily.]
Dread "I brought them."
Dalia: (heads towards the door, then turns around)
"When you're done with your game... call me. I, as you know, am sick of blood."
Then the sound of the door closing
Dread smiles at Sajjad "They didn't want to admit what we do to them."
Then one of them speaks with hesitation and exhaustion "Master, we know nothing. We were just surveillance agents in the organization."
Sajjad, with icy calmness
"I know, I'll be very nice to you... don't worry." And he prowls around like a wolf.
Their faces pale, he looms over them like a frightening shadow, snapping his neck and fingers.
"Don't worry, I'll be really nice... we'll just have some fun." He laughs with a devilish smile and cold eyes like the ghost of death.
"Alright, let's start the fun, my friends."
And the lights go out, and the screaming begins like the music of death.
Around her, the black stars move like starving shadows, sneaking from every angle, sensing her bare fear. The air is heavy with the smell of decay and iron, and faint light seeps through a crack in the ceiling, showing her pale face and the cold sweat dripping from her forehead.
She mutters to herself "This can't be happening now."
Then she looks and finds everyone dead around her, surrounded by scary creatures like shadows.
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[Inside the dark warehouse, the smell of iron and gunpowder fills the air. Sajjad stands in the middle of a pool of clotted blood, wiping his fingers with a white silk handkerchief that slowly turns crimson. His face reflects a deadly coldness, while his yellow eyes glow like embers in the darkness of the cellar.]
Sajjad: (throws the stained handkerchief on the ground)
"Dread... I'll throw the bodies in front of the research branch."
Dread: (staring at him, raising his left eyebrow)
"But they will know it was us... but this..."
[Sajjad slowly turns his head, a savage smile creeping across his lips.]
Sajjad: (speaking seriously)
"And that's exactly what I want... for them to know." [He presses his hand on Dread's shoulder]
Smiling
Dread: (to himself)
"It seems he has a plan... sometimes he becomes like a beast." laughing
Taim: (enters lightly)
"Everything is ready..." [calmly]
Sajjad: (like a hungry wolf)
[gestures with his thumb towards the door]
"Taim... well done."
"And thus we set the trap... to catch the prey."
[In Riman's room at the resort - at dusk]
Riman sits in front of a pile of glowing books, her fingers tracing lines under the written texts eagerly. The moonlight seeping through the window casts moving shadows on her pale face. Fox hangs from the bookshelf, his tail thumping lazily on the leather cover of one of the encyclopedias.
Fox: (yawning exaggeratedly)
"This is more boring than watching ice melt... why exhaust yourself?"
Riman: (without looking up)
"Because I will succeed... of course." [flips the page violently]
Fox: (jumps onto her shoulder)
"Since dawn, you've been memorizing the organization hierarchy like Carlos's exams!"
Riman: (rubbing her tired eyes)
"Today I have dinner with grandfather... and..."
Fox: (bored to himself)
"You're not even focusing on me..."
Fox: (interrupting with a sarcastic laugh)
"Remembered that person who will never come! Are you still believing the old man's promises?"
Riman: (curling her lips determinedly)
"Even if he doesn't come... I must do as I'm told." [clenching the pen until it almost breaks]
"Don't worry... Sajjad won't disturb us. I'm sure."
Fox: (whispering in her ear)
"And did you forget how he tormented..."
Riman: (cuts him off with a light tap on his nose)
"As long as you're with me... he won't dare." [her eyes flash]
"I know that... hahaha."
Fox: (bored)
"Stupid and my problem is that I follow her." Laughing
[Dark corridor in the organization headquarters, a single flickering lamp above the iron door of the isolated room. Athir leans against the wall, smoking a cigarette while the smoke rises like a ghost around his sharp features. From inside the room, sounds of struggle pierce the walls.]
[He throws the cigarette and crushes it slowly before pushing the door hard.]
Athir: (enters heavily)
"Clara, didn't I tell you not to anger me?"
[Interior scene: Clara lies on the floor, bound. Her grip is still tight on the collar of her shirt. Blood trickles from the corner of her mouth.]
Clara: (turns her head nervously, smiling a smile that doesn't reach her eyes)
"And I told you I hate weakness."
"Are you punishing me for a helpless girl?"
[Athir advances, his shadow swallowing the light in the room. His blue eyes glow in the darkness.]
Athir: (in a clipped tone)
"How can you not control your emotions?"
[He presses hard on her shoulder]
"If you continue like this, I'll make an example of you for everyone."
Clara: (growls, pushes his hand away)
"She's weak! She can't even lead herself!"
[Whispers bitterly]
"I just want the strong ones among us. Everyone dies eventually, but at least let them die being useful!"
"We don't need failures."
[Athir sits down before turning to Clara.]
Athir: (in a voice as soft as death)
"Leadership matters are not your concern."
[Hits the ground with his leg]
"You're a deputy, and your responsibility is obedience."
Clara: (laughs bitterly)
"It doesn't matter! All that matters is the organization!"
"If we had chosen Sajjad, he would have been better! She's just a weak girl!"
"We won't lose more lives because of a failed leadership."
Athir: (grasps her hand and squeezes it, making her wince)
"Don't test my patience, for I won't tolerate your madness anymore."
Clara hesitates, nearly out of breath.
"My father died because of the organization's failure... and I won't lose my loved ones for her again."
Holding her hand, silence fills the place completely.
"Don't worry... we won't repeat that ever again..."
[His eyes flash]
"But... this is your final warning."
[When he leaves, he stops at the door, remembering Riman trying to stand.]
[In his mind]:
"Strange... how she tried?"
"She has a body like any ordinary person... but standing despite heavy blows to protect the fox, this is almost a miracle."
[He walks out of the punishment room]
"I hope she's not that foolish... like others."
[He disappears into the shadows, leaving behind a rising tension like fog.]
[Room - midnight]
Riman bends over the table, scattered papers bearing mysterious symbols. Blue moonlight casts lines on her pale face, while dried blood cracks at the corners of her lips. Fox hangs from the bookshelf, his half-closed eyes from exhaustion.
Riman: (hoarsely)
"The organization... a complex hierarchy." [points with a trembling finger]
"First: mercenaries - hired blood for emergencies."
"Then new recruits (Eni Cheri) - fuel for battle."
[She flips the page with a bruised hand, wipes the blood off a drawing of the "Sabaahiya" emblem.]
Fox: (yawns)
"Sabaahiya... crisis knights. I know them."
Riman: (continues eagerly)
"Then the central leaders... four phantoms." [presses her forehead]
"Dahlia: power of the wild, her symbol red thorny roses."
"Shadow: they are spies spreading everywhere, their symbol purple in the dark."
"Blue Whale Symbol. For the naval combat branch, I heard it swallows shores."
"Yellow Poppies Symbol for the elite air troops branch."
[Fox jumps onto her shoulder, looking at the papers curiously.]
Fox:
"What about the research team?"
Riman: (mumbling)
"Under Athir's control... he told me not to worry about them." [stops]
"But Athir... he reduced my education compared to theirs, saying he's under his authority as deputy, so it's none of my concern."
Fox: (whispering)
"That's strange... but maybe he's better than that girl at least he tried to help you."
Riman: (suddenly stands up, papers scattering)
"But the numbers... the funding... I don't understand!" [slaps the table]
"Damn it! My bruises hurt..."
Fox:
(to himself) "It seems she wants to change the subject about Clara"
(rolls on his back)
"And I'm very tired... I couldn't even treat your wound."
[Suddenly, Riman closes her eyes]
[In the previously dark room, Riman is cut]
Riman falls to the ground, her exhausted body shaking under the weight of Clara's foot. Blood flows from her torn lips, while she remembers Clara's voice ringing in her head like a sharp alarm bell:
"Master Athir"
"He asked me to know your level and your level under the earth heheheh"
Broken voice
"Are you pathetic?!" (a loud strong slap in memory)
"Look at yourself... weak as a broken butterfly!"
Riman: (groans between her broken teeth to herself as she looks)
"I... am not weak!"
Fox: (tries to protect her with his bleeding body)
"That's enough! You won't be able to bear more!"
Athir: (appears suddenly at the entrance of the room, his shadow swaying like a ghost)
"I ordered you to do as you're told and not interfere in matters that don't concern you... and now you will be punished." (gestures to the guards)
"Drag her to the black room!"
Riman: (speaks to herself)
"I want to resist... I want to achieve my goal...!" (tears mixed with blood)
[Library Window - moonlit night]
Riman wakes up and mutters "The nightmares from the previous night are still with me."
Riman catches a faint moan. Bends toward the cracked glass, her golden eyes widening suddenly.
Riman: (grips the edge of the window)
"Look! Isn't that a child... running and scared!"
[Downstairs, young Nazar pants, his clothes torn, his face pale. Behind him, small dolls crawl on the walls like ink without her noticing]
Fox: (ears standing upright)
"Maybe he's just playing... don't intervene!"
[Before she can respond, an explosion! The main door shatters into splinters. The old maid collapses on the floor, her blood spilling on the carpet. Behind her, three black dolls hang limply, their bodies seemingly cut from their strings, their red eyes glowing in the darkness.]
Riman: (steps back)
"What are these...?"
[The creatures twist their heads at unnatural angles, the sound of cracking bones filling the room. One of them crawls on the ceiling, its black saliva dripping on Riman's books.]
Fox: (sniffs the air)
"A scent!"
And he falls, Riman standing, unable to do anything.
Nazar (shouting from outside)
[Storage Room - midnight]
Sajjad sits on his temporary throne. Taim stands before him, surveillance screens reflecting blue lights on his stern face.
Sajjad: (in a soft voice like a knife before a stab)
"The plan is going as it should... the spies will fall into the trap before dawn."
[Suddenly, the door is kicked hard! Dread rushes in, wide-eyed, sweat dripping from his forehead.]
Dread: (falls to his knees)
"Sajjad... young Nazar has been kidnapped!"
[Heavy silence. Then...]
Sajjad: (suddenly stands, starts walking)
"Let's go... it seems the pups have shown their fangs..." [his voice trembles like a lion's roar]
End of chapter 😢
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