External Narrator

Amy Kuether feels dead. Her body is numb and sweat covers every single inch and pore on her body. She can’t move without pain spearing through that limb. Wendy sits across from her, only ever leaving for food or for the bathroom. 

Her father claimed that the poison she was injected with came from a White Winged Vampire Bat which are rare and overall unresearched in the professional world. They do however feed off of human blood, which freaks the hell out of Amy.

The bat venom can’t quite kill her - they didn’t inject enough for that - but it will continue to paralyze and be a pain until her body can fully knock it out of her system. However long that may take all depends on just how well Amy has been keeping herself health-wise. 

“Hello?” Wendy answers her cell phone almost immediately after it first rings. Amy doesn’t dare to move her head which is facing the ceiling. She listens to the murmured commands of someone through the other end of the phone before Wendy reponds back while glancing at her. “She has slightly more color back in her face, however I don’t think it would be a good idea to schedual a fight or any sort of physical or emotionally draining acitivity for another few days.” 

A pause is heard from Amy’s position on the bed and she strains to hear whoever is on the other end of the phone call. Only snipets can be heard. 

“Uh huh, alright,” Wendy glances at Amy again, worry seen on her features this time. “I don’t thi-” Wendy pauses as she gets cut off before sighing again. “Alright, I’ll let her know.”

Silence fills the room as the caller cuts the call. Amy only waits a few moments in anticipation before Wendy informs her of what just went down.

“Well,” The red head chuckles uncomfortable. “Your father is sending someone to come check in on you and your body. Unfortunely, he also only ever hires the best.” Amy continues to stare at the spot in the ceiling, only partly taking in Wendy words. “-and since you’re his Heir, he would do anything to make sure you live -”

Amy’s mind goes in and out of consciousness as her world starts to fade. She only catches the last few words in Wendy’s rant. “- of course then, he would kill and murder and pay millions. Um, but to make sure you lived, he would also team up with the enemy.”

Alexander’s Pov

Alec, Shawn and I stare at the cell phone in the middle of the table. The call ended a few minutes ago and not one of us have dared to move or speak. This is insane - impossible, monumentous even. 

This is something none of us saw coming. 

“Holy Shit,” Shawn whispers. 

“What the hell is veneno de mercigulo?” Alec questions with horrible pronunciation.

“It’s bat poison,” my mother answers as she comes strolling into the room. When the call ended I did manage a few words to send for her. “There are only a handful of venomous bats around the world - however either one of those, with enough poison extracted, could kill a human being. Why do you ask?”

We all glance at each other, and there is no doubt in my mind that we’re all thinking about the phone call that just ended. 

“Hello?” My mother questions while waving her hands around, trying to get our attention. “Why do you ask? It’s not everyday someone mentions the poison. What are you dimwits planning?”

Alec sucks in a breath before turning to our mother, his face a pale white because we all know that that phone call and my mother’s decision will determine where we stand in this battle - and if we choose to drag outselves in so early. “Is it curable?”

“Technically yes, but the cure is so gross that many tend to either deal with the few hours of pain or with death than to take the cure. However, many people don’t want to give a cure because it requires for you to get close to a person infected - and the venom sweats out of those infected which means a single touch from your hands to your face or another sensitive part of your body can give you some of the venom as well.”

“What is the cure?” I ask this time.

She shifts around on her feet and glances down for awhile before looking back at me. “First tell me why you want to know.”

“Because your number one fan has been poisoned with it.” I reply, indicating and probing at the love she has for Amy.

Her eyebrows raise, but other than that her features remain the same. “There is only one known cure, and a lot of people refuse to take it . . . .”

“Well?” Shawn inquires.

“You have to drink the pee from someone who’s related to you and perfectly healthy,” My mother gulps.

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Shawn is the first to react and shudders in response. “That’s so . . . ew.”

I look at my mother, ignoring the horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. “The Black Mississippi wants us - more specifically you - to go and take care of Amy throughout her recovery. In return they will call a truce between us and are even willing to offer some promise of a future alliance and trade between the two of us.”

My mom narrows her eyes. “Why would they want me?”

“Because you’re Macy Black of course!” Shawn says. “The Black Mississippi gang made a name for themselves - and not because they were second best. They always took the best of the best so that they could be the best of the best. And you, you’re the best of the best of docotors in this country. They want you to watch after Amy.”

“What dispute would be caused if I were to say yes?” She glances at me while nervously wringing her hands together.

“The Night Howlers are on our asses.” I reply.

She shoots me a warning glance at my usage of ‘ass’ before looking down at her hands. “What do you think is the best thing to do in this situation.”

“It’s your decision, you get the final say,” Alec answers. “But there is a battle coming and one wrong move could it turn the tides and pull us into the wave of a battle. We have rising tensions between the Black Mississippi - whom feel threatened by our presence - but by helping them out, we could hopefully come to somewhat of a peacful agreement with them. However, the Night Howlers want us to stay away from Amy Kuether because she is apparently a Mafia Princess; she’s the daughter of the leader of the Black Mississippi gang and the granddaughter of the deceased leader of the Night Howlers. When Amy renounced the title of Heir to the Night Howler to accept her position as Heir of the Black Mississippi gang, they pretty much just declared battle with the Black Mississippi gang. This is a sticky web, but one wrong move could get years of ancient alliances involved which would untimately lead into another war which will shake the roots of this country.”

The room turns silent as my mother lets the information sink in. Whatever decision she decides to make will determine what kind of conflict will spread throughout the darker corners of the world - her decision will determine what kind of gang we will be during the impending doom coming our way.

Her head lifts and her brown eyes pierce into my own. “Amy has given us no trouble, and I believe that in the end, the fate of this country will be in her control, not ours. She’s not a bad person, she’s seen the darkness, what it can do to oneself as well to others. I will help her.”

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The house we arrive at is plain and simple and stands at the corner of the street. It’s painted a red-brown color and owns a good sized amount of property compared to that of its neighbors. No one would ever suspect anyone with power living here.

“What time would they meet us at?” Shawn asks from the backseat. I’m driving and my mother is sitting next to me in the passengers seat. Xavier sits in the back next to Shawn - Alec staying home because if something were to happen to me or our mother, the gang would still have another leader available. 

“They said around three,” I reply with another glance to the house. The lawn looks well taken cared of. “He said Amy’s personal body guard should open the door and then close it, that would be our cue.”

We sit in the car with no one talking, the only sound being that of my mother’s fiddling with her bag of medical supplies. 

“That’s our cue,” Xavier speaks up for the first time since I asked for him to come. I watch in the rearview mirror as the door is being closed, the only thing I see is a pale hand on the handle before the door is fully closed.

“Out we go!” My mother fails at trying to bring some light to the situation.

We all exit the car and start walking towards the entrance. The house requires you to climb two steps before reaching a pathway that leads to two more steps and finally, the front entrance. It’s such a plain house, I would have expecter some more grandoise for the leader of a gang that only wants the best.

Shawn goes to open the door and steps through. I wait a couple of seconds before allowing myself in, making sure to keep my mother behind me as we walk into open space. 

“We’re in the bedroom over hear! Just walk to your left and its the door at the end of the hall!” A feminine-sounding voice calls from our left. Of course, it isn’t Amy who gave those intructions.

I motion with my head for Xavier to head down the hall first. He takes a few steps while simultaneously pulling a gun out from the back waistband of his jeans. The floor creaks under his weight and soon enough he disappears around the corner and out of our sight. Another motion with my head - towards Shawn this time - has him holding my mother back as I step forward as well, soon falling right behind Xavier as we face a closed door. 

There’s a gun in the back of my waistband as well, but I don’t make a grab for it just yet. A cough sounds from the other side of the door and I take that as another cue, and lift the back of my knuckles to knock on the door.

“Come in!” The same voice from earlier shouts back. I slowly turn the door knob and Xavier readys himself to shoot if the situation should call for it.

The smell is the first thing to hit me. It smells like death; almost as though there were a corpse decaying in here. As my vision slowly makes out the room, I almost laugh.

Somehow, the walls are colored a pale pink and ceiling is a baby blue shade. There is almost no furnature in the room, but leaning against the drawers is a red head. She looks up at our entrance. 

“Where’s the doctor?” Her eyes narrow in suspicion. She looks familiar, but I cannot pinpoint from where.

“Shawn!” I shout and two pairs of footsteps are heard as my mother and Shawn come through.

It’s only as I take anothe look around the room that I am able to notice the figure on the bed. Her eyes are open and staring up at the ceiling, which only adds onto mask of death in the room. If it weren’t for the slight rise of her chest, I would truly believe that Amy Kuether were a decaying corpse.

My mother gasps upon entering the room and she quickly runs over to Amy. I glance at the red head again and she’s already looking at me. 

“Where’s Amy’s personal guard?” I ask her.

She doesn’t react and only glances back at Amy. Her nonchalant expression immediately has me connecting dots.

“My name is Wendy, nice to meet you,” She smiles so sweetly at me that danger seeps out as well. 

There’s no doubt in the back of my mind that this girl is dangerous. Not to Amy, but to myself.

Hey! Sorry for the long wait that came with this chapter . . . I'm finishing up my first year of High School and well, circumstances arent making it any easier.

Anyone catch the connection to Amy's illness? 😉

I'm returning my school issued computer back to the school tommorow so updates will be even more slower than usual. I'm moving ahead with my writing, but just know that updates will only be like every other week or maybe even once a month depending on how far along I can write by tommorow.

Have a nice day, and well, only a few more hours before I spam y'all with my shouts of freedom

#LastDayOfSchool

Bye! 👋