Untouchable by Marii Solaria

Chapter 80 – Survival Pt. 2

“I don’t usually lose my temper, but if I get angry, it’s true- I’m scary.” – Eva Mendes

Third Person POV

A fang pricked the bottom lip of a toothy smile, a bead of blood sprouting from the incision. The shadows slithered through cracks and corners as a traveling witness to the bloodied spectacle. Trepidation tainted every air molecule while Neron sprinted through corridor after corridor to escape his fate, clutching her dagger, following him at a languid pace.

The Prince bloodline was nearing its end. Osiris stifled a chuckle in his throat as glee dipped his mind in a pleasant haze, knowing his success will be beautiful.

From the dungeons, to the basement, to the bottom floor of his home. Steel to drywall marked the trail of the maroon–eyed marauder, screeches ringing like sirens. Orange glow from the torches faded to fluorescent lighting, later fading to miniscule sunlight, spotting the darkness from the windows,

How long will the chase go on?

“She’ll never hurt again! I’ll burn everything to ash!” Lady Sanguine screeched before buckling over on her knees because of another violent jerk of her body. Osiris noticed her condition and arched an eyebrow in curiosity. His attention focused on his lady. The woman sucked in a sharp breath; hand pressed against her chest like she was having trouble breathing. “I’ll show her…” She muttered, pushing herself on her feet again with the support of the wall. “I’ll show Kiya that I love her more than you!”

She slipped off her pumps and ripped the heels from the insole before throwing her damaged shoes to the side. Newfound vigor pulsated through her ferality, urging her to surrender into the fiery lust of murder. She dashed toward Neron, eyes narrowing on his backside. A sharp whistle cut through the air near the shell of Neron’s ear, and a sharp yelp left his mouth from two violent pricks of pain sinking in his back.

The woman embedded her heels in his back.

“Onyx, any suggestions?” Neron beseeched. “I can’t keep running where there is not an exit in sight!”

“You need to fight her.”

Neron nearly skidded to a stop. “I can’t-!”

“She is winning because you’re scared! I don’t like it, but Lady Sanguine is thriving from you running instead of fighting. She expected this. The more you run, the more ammunition you give her to kill you. Running instead of facing is why people are dying left and right. We need to face the anger we helped create, Neron! You won’t be hurting her, but simply proving that you aren’t a coward.”

Continuous proclamations of hate burned hotter against the flesh of his back more than his wounds. Every word from Lady Sanguine’s frothing mouth stabbed him in the heart as he winced, eyes and hands desperately searching for a refuge. He couldn’t believe he caused this. Did killing his father in front of her give the same effect as her killing him herself?

The mind is a complex object; a mind dipped in a pool of hatred, more so..

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Neron didn’t want to fight Kiya, but was that his only option?

It is the only way.

at the thought of raising his hands

His heart thudded in against his mate again, for his sake.

You won’t hurt her.

Lady Sanguine’s steps pounded in his ears, drawing closer with each passing door. It was a deadly game of cat and mouse. The cat wanted death. The mouse wanted survival.

Stop running and start fighting for your survival.

Doors flung wide and Neron entered a spacious area, dimly lit by the dotted specs of sunlight from the drawn draperies of windows lining the wall to his right. Pristine tiles reflected his dusty and appearance as blood continued to drip from his back, the crevices drinking in every drop. A set of winding stairs extended several floors above him, permeating bleach, and other cleaning products. Neron’s nose flared, hoping to detect stray. scents of who or what might be housed in this maze of a mansion, but he found none.

But Neron didn’t have time to admire the space because a violent tackle to the ground destroyed his train of thought. Two bodies collided onto the hard ground in a sea of struggle and restraint, grunting and yelling with the dangerous blade pointed above their heads. Lady Sanguine kneed Neron in the stomach and elbowed him in the nose, a nasty crack echoing in the air.

her kill you! Fight

“Your life is mine!”

“Kiya, no!”

“Shut up!”

Stab. Unsheathe.

stab to

wound. The pointed tip of the blade soaked up the blood like a hungry monster, searching for more as it sliced through the flesh of Neron’s torso and chest. Teeth stained with red gritted against each other as another stab perforated his right bicep. Onyx’s howls, enhanced by the searing pain of both silver and wolfsbane, bombarded the inner chamber of Neron’s mind and bombarded his eardrums.

FIGHT BACK!

shouted, tossing Lady Sanguine off his body, where she landed on her back some feet away from him in a heap of giggles. The Alpha groaned and rolled to his side, coughing as a small pool formed. underneath his body. The pain was intolerable, reaching to the blurred edges of his vision. He grimaced as he gingerly pushed his body on

didn’t cry. Showing weakness wasn’t

body unconsciously thrusting to the side as she

doctor here to patch your sorry ass up, just like there wasn’t to patch

Neron squeaked as he watched his blood drip from his wound. Everything was coming in full circle; all Kiya had felt is what he is feeling now. He hissed with every inhale, his lungs drowning in

give up. Keep

went to the shining object resting upon smears of red–Kiya’s full–moon pendant. Promising himself that he would get it fixed, he kept it pocket. The cut Lady Sanguine made on his thigh severed the stitches of his pocket. Thus,

time, he made her smile. Then he remembered her forlorn expression the day she left his territory. She also wore it then. Pride and happiness bubbled in his chest

something to him. It meant something to

seeing Kiya wear

You can do this.

she pushed herself back on her feet, glaring at the man staring at his hands. “Have

feet and grappled at her wrists, restraining her from executing him. Through the blood on

mapping out her veins underneath the snake emblem on her skin. The

of how I hurt you, but I won’t walk away from yout You’re so much stronger than this, not because of what you went through, but because you’re a good

up! Shut up, shut up, shut up!” Lady Sanguine screeched, pulling her head back and slamming her forehead on Neron’s jaw, rewarded with a deep

through her stomach, dispersing to her ribcage and the apex of her thighs. A pained mew! rolled from her lips as sweat dripped from her temples, the agony forcing her knees to tremble. Breathing became harder and her thoughts scrambled like eggs. “No! She must…

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“Let me go!”

Lady Sanguine’s armpits. She pressed her back against her front, keeping her still while she wiggled

do this

can, and I

clutches, from stomping on her feet to hitting the back of her head against her jaw. But Kiya didn’t relent. It

wanted was to protect you, Kiya! Why is that

filling with tears. “I told you I didn’t want this -all this death and

were alive! I did what I

Sanguine, but…” Kiya grunted, and used the rest of her incredible strength to still the wiggling woman, pressing her face into the crook of her neck. Lady Sanguine froze. I don’t need continuous protection. Destroying the world won’t protect me. You should be angry at

“W–Why?”

but her efforts were futile under her twin’s strength “Every time I felt angry, felt you, I kept it down.

head on Kiya’s. “I

gone too far. You can’t hurt anymore

“But… Neron….

made your mark,

don’t… I don’t want to! Please,

her legs. She looked down to see Halima latched on her like a koala, her puffy brown eyes gazing into her reds. “Lady Sanguine, please stop. We can’t do this anymore. We… I’m

was the straw that broke the camel’s back. The trio collapsed to the ground as the woman in black wailed in frustration, pain, exhaustion, and melancholy. An endless trail of Let me kill him rolled out of her tear- stained lips while tremors from her sobbing shook her body. Artemis ran over and supported Kiya from the back by taking her in her arms, burying her nose in her ebony

“1-1-1 just-!”

is time to

hand, in which Artemis kicked away. Her sniffles echoed through the