||Your Point of View - Red Army Base Norway||

"Ma'am, I don't give a damn if you're the red leader's mate, You will not disrespect my sister like that, am I clear?" A heavy accent mixed between Norweigan and Italian hissed from behind. Kyla spun around, coming face to face with a tall alpha female. Her long dark hair was braided down to her waist, her blue eyes very intimidating but beautiful. You felt your breath being taken away as you took in the features of this woman. It was obvious she was proud of who she was and that she feared no man or woman - Including the Red Leader himself.

Before Kyla could speak, the woman blew a puff of smoke towards her. "Red Leader calls for you, I'd get a move on if I were you. He seemed impatient." She spoke her words like a toxic sweetness. Kyla grumbled under her breath, pushing past the woman as she left the room. Letting out another puff of smoke, Wolfe perked up, "MiMi!" She purred, bolting towards the woman and hugging her.

MiMi raised an eyebrow, a smirk on her face. "You were playing innocent, weren't you?" Wolfe bit her lip, smiling deviously. "Maybe, maybe not. The world will never know." MiMi let out a cough of amusement, ruffling her hair. "Ah, you never cease to amaze me, Sis..." Wolfe smiled with pride, before relaxing. MiMi paused, before looking at you. "And who is this, hm?"

Taking a breath, you straightened your stance. "My name is Kyra." MiMi raised an eyebrow, before walking over. She gently held up your chin, examining you. She smirked, nodding her head in approval. "You, I like you. You seem very strong - I hope I don't have to execute you." Giving one quick look over, she walked away leaving you nearly breathless.

Wolfe waved her sister goodbye, before looking at you with a soft giggle. "I'm quite hungry - Do you mind if we get some food?" You chuckled softly, rubbing the back of your head. "I'm quite hungry myself - So, let's go for it." She brightened up, before leading you to the cafeteria.

You and Her sat together alone, in a table in the far off corner. Wolfe stabbed her fork into her pasta, sticking her tongue out. "I prefer to sit away from the rest of the soldiers - They're so rude and foul. Honestly, I don't know what is wrong with some of them." She sighed, rubbing the side of your forehead. You chuckled, nodding your head. You could hear the bits and pieces of Norweigan dialogue they were saying, and from what you were hearing, whatever they were talking about was completely vulgar and vile. Biting your lip, you cleared your throat. "Uh, I thought everyone here spoke Norweigan?"

Wolfe perked up, before smiling. "What? Oh, no. Well, sort of. Only the higher-ups learn English - Y'know, to discuss important plans. Ah - How do you know English if I may ask?" You froze, thinking of an excuse.

"My omega parent was from England, so they wanted me to know two languages." You chuckled, trying your best to sound realistic. Wolfe frowned examining you, before perking up again. "Well, fine by me! In all honesty, I speak English so much I'm probably no longer fluent in Norweigan..." She giggled, cupping her face in embarrassment. You gave her a genuine smile, before turning back to your pasta.

You had been able to eat a few forkfuls of pasta before the room becomes quieter only for the silence to be filled with whispers and mumbles. Looking up, you scanned over the waves of the soldiers. You felt your heart flutter when you saw MiMi before that feeling disappeared at the sight of the Red Leader. You held back the feeling to growl before you were nearly knocked back at the sight of your father.

You wanted to jump up and start shooting, to grab your dad's hand and lead him out of the base. To go home and live life happily again, but the thought alone was risky.

You held your breath, looking at your father. His arms were chained in front of him, his LED eyes were gone. He had to depend on the Red Leader to lead him through his darkness. It made your blood boil in the fact the Red Leader was taken advantage of your father's disability.

Wolfe noticed you staring, gently resting her hand on your soldier. "Kyra?" Your head snapped around, looking at Wolfe. "Yeah?" You blinked slowly, Wolfe shifting to the side. "Don't stare too long. It'll attract trouble..." She mumbled, before eating another forkful of her pasta.

You nodded, as you suppressed the anger that was buried in your throat, looking back at your food. Picking at your food peckishly, you let out a harsh breath. "I'm going to the washroom." You stated, setting your napkin on the table. Wolfe looked up at you with eyes filled with worry, biting her lip.

"Do you-"

"I got it." You responded quickly, feeling a strain on your voice. Ushering yourself out of the cafeteria, you quickly sped down the walls unaware of your surroundings. You had been so wrapped up in your own thoughts you didn't notice the girl that was clearly in front of you. Bumping into her, you snapped your head back. Looking up at the girl, you felt your blood freeze.

She was tall - Way taller than you. Her long chestnut curls fell down to her waist, her bangs were pushed up like devil horns. She had one silver eye, and one black eye with a silver pupil. You immediately knew it was THAT bitch. The woman responsible for taking away your father. You felt every muscle on your face twist, displaying your fury.

The girl didn't respond well to that.

She growled, gripping the collar of your trench coat, absolutely seething in annoyance and rage. "Se det ferskt kjøtt(Watch it fresh meat)." She spat, pushing you back. You clenched your fist, deciding to retaliate at her comment. "Hva med å komme deg ut av veien, djevelen tispe(How about you get out of my way, devil bitch)?" You cooed in a mocking tone.

You fucking swore you saw a vein bulge on the side of her forehead, as she slammed you into the wall, pinning your arms above your head. "Hør nå på deg blåøyet tispe-" She began, your jaw beginning to clench down as you were breathing through your nose with pure fucking fury. Your eyes widened slightly at the sensation of sharp cool metal pressing against your stomach threatening to pierce your skin. "Jeg foreslår at du begynner å vise meg litt jævla respekt før jeg tar deg som en jævla fisk(I suggest you start showing me some fucking respect before I gut you like a fucking fish)." She snarled, coming face to face with you. You opened your mouth, spitting a good amount of saliva onto her face.

Just like that, she snapped, the knife plunging into your abdomen. You gasped for air, feeling the knife drag upwards cutting into your flesh. Clenching your jaw, you let blood ooze out of your teeth, giving her a bloodthirsty glare. You grinned as blood dribbled down the side of your chin. Kicking her back, you pulled the knife out of your abdomen before tossing it to the side.

Lunging towards her you gave her a clean punch in the jaw, knocking her back onto the ground. Snarling, she gripped your waist slamming you onto the floor. Jumping on top of you, you held your legs up to kick her backward. Scrambling on top of her, you began to throw punches in full fury. She growled, bucking her hips up as she flipped you onto the bottom. Wrapping her hands around her neck, she snarled as she began to apply pressure to your wind pipe.

Usually, you'd be able to snap out of this, but the pressure building on your lower abdomen was painful. You clawed at her arms, drawing out a little blood. Choking for air, your vision was beginning to get blurry until you heard a shriek as she was pried off of you. With the patchy vision, you were left with, all you could see was the Red Leader looking down at you with confusion.

He leaned forward, a metallic finger reaching forward to your eyes before it was lights out for you.

||Tord's Point of View||

Hva i helvete?  

The new soldier was sprawled out of the floor, the blue eyes of her's are nearly popping out of her skull. I knew Toffee was strong, but I didn't think she had the ability to pop the eyes out of another human being.

I tilted my head to the side, examining the view again.

There was no blood dribbling out of her eye sockets, in fact, there were no veins in the eyes. As a matter of fact, the eyes looked.... Fake. Leaning down, I could hear Toffee gagging and Tom whimpering for me to get help. I let out a sharp breath, before glaring at them both. They both seemed to have stopped their noises, even though Tom himself was blinded.

Pulling out the bulging eye of the recruit, it left with a loud pop revealing an eyeless socket. I jerked my head back, examining the recruit once more.

When I first saw her profile this morning, I had taken note that she looked similar to Tom, but not completely. I had even wondered if she was Tom's child who was born after Tom & I's litter but marked it impossible considering she was the same age as Toffe and Sugar. But this? This was a whole different thing.

The recruit had no eyes. She was like the splitting image of Tom. Letting out a raspy breath, I got up and looked at Toffee. "Get her to the infirmary, NOW," I ordered, before stepping away from the girl to let Toffee perform her task.

As my daughter left with the recruit in her arms, I growled staring at Tom who shifted under my gaze. He seemed confused and nervous, fiddling with the rims of his pants. "You have a lot to fucking explain Thomas." I hissed, nearing closer to the trembling omega.

A/N: Wowza, you just got stabbed by your older sister Toffee, RIP.

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I am so sorry, most of the people are suppose to be speaking Norweigan but I'm too lazy to write translations and such... So yeah, I'm sorry. If It's 100% necessary for that character to be speaking Norweigan or another language, I'll add it.

But to explain why MOST people were speaking English last chapter, it's because on Kuro's/Kyra's file it says that English is her primary language while Norweigan is her secondary language(But she's fluent in it)

Oh and yeah, Kuro/Kyra is infatuated by MiMi but I wouldn't necessarily say that she's in love.