1 Hour Later
May 3, 2069
0700 CDT
Outskirts of Scorpia, Mexico
Sonya Grey's Point of View
“Not good!” Nikki panics as we finally secure a vehicle.
Nikki, the best teacher in the world. Mid-thirties, Black, two beautiful and long black braids, and is wearing a black and red cloak just like us.
“Girls! I-I’ll distract them!” Nikki decides as I hop in the front passenger seat of the military car.
Hurry your ass, Charlotte! Start the car!
“What about Cici?!” I ask.
“I’ll take care of her,” Nikki replies with a smile. “I promise that nothing bad will happen to Cici as long as I’m here,” she continues as she hands Charlotte and me our Halos. “Humans are meant to be free, and I’ll be praying that you two complete your mission and find happiness in Olympia. You two girls are… angels. Angels who were forced to do bad things to survive, and don’t ever let anybody tell you different! I know evil, and I know you two better than anyone else in the world! Neither of you has the slightest bit of evil inside your soul, and something tells me that Sonya Grey and Charlotte Renee De Sylvet are the greatest things that will ever happen to this kingdom,” she explains as Charlotte finally starts the car.
“Good… goodbye Nikki. Take care,” I say.
Don’t cry. There’s nothing to cry about in this world.
“Au revoir (Goodbye), Nikki,” Charlotte says as she puts on sunglasses.
“Make sure you wear your seatbelts!” Nikki yells out, and waves as the car zooms forward.
*
12 Hours Later
May 3, 2069
In a Ruined Alleyway in Allende, Coahuila, Mexico
1900 CDT
*
“They’re still on our tail, Charlotte!”
“Men can be quite persistent,” she responds in a calm tone as she hides the car in an alleyway.
“We can kill them! All of them! It’ll be easy!”
“Sonya, the only reason that we haven’t been killed yet is because we are the King of Scorpius’s daughters,” she explains as she turns the car off. “Toutefois (however), we can use that to our advantage.”
What the fuck?!
“Have you lost your damn mind? Get that fucking gun out my face, Charlotte!”
“Sonya, I have long realized that I have obtained our father’s negative trait of ruthlessness. I will kill anybody to survive,” she reveals with a cold glare in her eyes.
“Backstabber!”
“In toto the opposite. Your rage is blinding you from the fact that our paths are about to divert from one another,” she explains as she takes off her sunglasses.
“What the fuck are you saying?”
“C’est un aurevoir (This is goodbye), little sister,” she says as a stream of tears falls down her cheeks.
What? Ch-Charlotte you… never cry! Because you’re invincible. Nothing can hurt you!
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“I-I don’t understand,” I say. “Everyone is leaving me. Soon I’ll have… nobody…”
“C’est la vie (That’s life), Sonya. The King of Scorpius is the most stubborn man on the planet, and you have inherited said stubbornness. I cannot harm someone I love, but I will not let an opportunity for freedom pass by,” she explains as she continues to point the gun at my head.
“So you’re gonna shoot me in the face?”
“Mind your temper, Sonya”
“Whatever, Charlotte. Just pull the trigger. Murder is our specialty, remember?”
“Sigh. Look at the friendship bracelet on our wrist,” she says as she puts the gun down. “Sierra made them for us because she thinks we’re superheroines. Lies ruin lives; therefore, I wish to liberate our friends in El Coliseo with the help of the powerful Olympian army. Nobody should ever have to grow up and do what we did, especially Sierra. This wish is one of the reasons I want to escape, but life is an undefeated opponent. As your older sister, it is my responsibility to watch over you.”
“You could just shoot me.”
“I could,” she says with a chuckle. “But the day I kill someone I love is the day I become a walking corpse. Nevertheless, here is your ultimatum, Sonya Grey!”
What?!
Damn! She slammed my head against the window and had a knife against my throat. I should’ve been prepared! You’re still so fucking weak, Sonya!
“Life is funny, huh, Charlotte?”
“Une tragicomédie paradoxale (A paradoxical tragicomedy),” she says as she slowly moves the knife against my throat. “Either you let me distract them while you escape to Del Rio, or I end your life right now, and I’ll soon join you in the afterlife.”
“You’re a fucking-.”
“You talk too much…”
You’re serious!
“Ok, ok! You win, Charlotte!”
“Please forgive me,” she quickly apologizes as she drops the knife, followed by a hug.
“I love you, Charlotte. Tell Cici I love her. I’ll… make you two proud,” I say as I hug her.
“Do not live for me, Sonya. My wish is mine alone, and not a burden for you to carry. I only ask you to be happy and never forget about us. You are not bound by your past, and you deserve to live a life of freedom. After all, it is a right that all human beings deserve,” she says with a bright smile as she starts the car.
Gotcha.
“Looking for these?” I ask as I shake her cigarette box.
“You’re a crafty cat,” she says with a head shake.
Knowing you, these will kill you before anything else does, Charlotte.
“Old habits die hard. Adios (Goodbye), Charlotte. Take care of yourself.”
“Adieu (farewell), Sonya,” Charlotte says as she puts her sunglasses back on.
*
36 Hours Later
May 5, 2075
0700 CDT
Del Rio, Texas
*
So… hot. Sand, cacti, dry air, and blazing heat. You’re about to run out of water, Sonya. No! Stay awake! Fight! You’re almost there. Oh, but wouldn’t it be funny if you did all this work just to die? And what perfect timing! Ha-ha! A Scorpio is coming at you, 1.6 kilometers ahead! It’s approaching at full speed. Hilarious!
Time to take out my Halos!
“This is it! This is finally it! My suffering will end soon. Will it be from dehydration, starvation, heat stroke, poison, a bite, or all the above?! This is so exciting! I can’t wait to die!”
*
10 Minutes Later
*
Mmm. Sand is so tasty. Just keep eating it, Sonya! Who cares if it kills you? You deserve to die anyway. Everyone you care about is dead and never coming back. There’s nothing out here except more death. Olympus doesn’t even exist. The only thing that’s real is death. Everything dies! You’re gonna die, so why bother living? All you do is kill and consume. You’re no different from the zombies. Alpha and Omega are pretty sharp, and your neck is soft. You can do it if you really try. It’ll be as easy as killing Eduardo.
“Hello?” A boy’s voice says from above me.
Tackle him!
“Ah, holy shit!” The enemy screams in fear from under me.
“This for your own good, little boy!” I yell.
“My, my,” a woman’s voice says in a calm tone as a gun barrel touches my temple. “You’re quite a feisty one. You’d do best to drop the Halos immediately, and slowly put your hands in the air.”
“You’re obviously not Black Scorpions,” I say as I drop my Halos and slowly raise my hands.
“No, but I can see that you are, given your fresh tattoos. Or were. Has the kingdom fallen due to their own stupidity, yet?” The woman asks in a curious tone.
“Veronica, don’t!” The boy pleads. “Look at her! She’s breaking down!” He continues as he hands me a…water bottle.
“Thank you! Thank you so very much!” I say.
Let it out, Sonya. Let it all out. …
“My my. We’ve just passed a dead Scorpio, with its carcass removed. Your handy work, I presume?” Veronica inquires.
“Yes, ma’am,” I answer.
“You are quite interesting, little girl. My nephew, Luke Miller here, and I are recruiters for the kingdom Olympus. I would like for you to join us as soon as you tell us who you are and how you ended up here,” Veronica says.
“My… my name is Sonya Grey. I am a former Black Scorpion. I’ve killed a total of 2095 zombies and eight humans to date. I am a natural-born killer, having killed before I could even read, walk, or write. My mother was my first victim. My father is… Andres Alarico Caesar, The King of Scorpius. I have one older half-sister and one younger half-sister. I’ve escaped hell, for the slim chance at finding freedom and happiness in a new kingdom. You two do not owe me anything, and I believe that I deserve to rot, and yet I selfishly ask that you escort me to Olympia.”
“Interesting,” Veronica says in an analytical tone as she holsters her gun and offers her hand. “Upon hearing your story, one would think that you’re quite invincible, Ms. Sonya, Grey.”
“Nice to meet you, Sonya Grey,” Luke Miller greets with a warm smile.