Author's note:

...I've been editing 40 chapters over the past 18 hours.

I uh-am getting overwhelmed with editing. So...

Here are the rest of the chapters unedited.

Chapter 59

"Tell me the progress on Mello," I shifted my eyes around my base as the passing members greeted me in respect in union. I nodded back warmly before tossing Chia my attention.

"He's being quite stubborn, Alyona," Chia clutched her arms as we hurried into the elevator, pressing the button for the interrogation room in which Mello was located. I clicked my tongue in annoyance before crossing my own arms.

"Have you done a DNA match-up?"

"Yes, but his information was forged up as Mello Warden, which we believe was forged."

"Current state of mind?"

"Still healthy," Chia lowered her head. "He is still able to regain his consciousness from time to time."

"State of the body?"

"Dehydrated for three days, he lost most of his teeth, and had his hair ripped off."

I grumbled a bit as the elevator stopped on our floor.

"So stubborn, Mello Jello," I scowled and walked in as all my members greeted me in alarm, lowering their heads in guilt before I dismissed them.

"Leave him to me," I eyed the pitiful boy who had his face lowered onto the ground, his head had bald patches and was bleeding through his scalp as he sat in the empty room that was across from the one I was in. "Chia, go to the experiment lab and get me the test 2 type drug that isn't lethal."

With a nod, Chia exited the room in a hurry as I opened the door, taking a step in while the door slammed behind me. Mello showed no signs of reaction as I walked to the tool table, glancing over the materials that were used for his sessions.

Ropes were bleached with blood along with pilers that were used for his teeth. I glanced over at the 16-17-year-old boy who was in a thin shirt and shorts that were already dried with his sweat. Taking a pair of clean rubber gloves, I pulled him on before grabbing my favourite scalpel and walking towards the boy.

"Mello," I greeted as the boy froze, slowly lifting his head as disgust and abhorrence flickered onto his expression. A vomittable stretch filled my nostrils as I instinctively turned away from it, making my own expression of disdain before swallowing my saliva while furrowing up my nose, only to regret it after I swallowed it.

"Huu!" His voice came out as a broken saw as I watched in amusement when his body tried to regain his strength to lurch at me. Too bad he was tied or else he would've really made a punch on my face.

"Fuck ju! I knew ju were reladed to Kira!"

His words came out rubbery and cute due to the absence of his teeth. I laughed a bit and ignored the acidic dry smell, shaking my head before placing both of my hands onto my hips.

"I'm not related to Kira, only the mafia," I raised up my knife and gazed at it lovingly before turning back to him with a sinister grin. "You see, this is just payback for kidnapping me."

"If ju were only pard of the mafeea ju-" he cursed a few more times at how stupid he sounded himself. "Ju don'd need ma name!"

"Well," I rolled my head and shoulders for a warmup. "I could just kill you right now with the knife I have on me, why the hell would I wait for heart attacks to happen for you?"

Mello paused with exhaustion seeping onto his face before he barked at me like a small dog.

"You have one chance before hell begins for you," I warned. "Mello, tell me your name."

"Fuj ju!" He shrieked as I nodded understandingly, crouching down before stabbing the knife directly into his ankle as I watched him uncoil in shock and agony, screeching curses before I twisted the blade even more.

"IT HUJTS! IT- AHHH-GKKK-"

I chucked when his chair began to rock as I tore his muscles harder, flipping the dull end of the blade purposefully up and began to drag the dagger up. He wailed, screaming and screaming as blood splattered onto my face along with his sweat and spit.

"FUKKKK-JU-GTTT-"

"So noisy, Mello," I shook my head with a sigh. "Even when I was tortured, I never made such loud sounds like you do."

But my words were buried with his hyperventilating howls as tears trailed down his face before I reached my fingers in the slit I made, pulling out his tenderloin and yanking on it to earn a blood snap as Mello threw his head backwards, trying to kick me with his tied up legs.

"Name, Mello," I raised my tone so he could hear me. I knew he could just by the look in his eyes. "As long as you give me your name, I will treat you with a doctor."

He continued screaming before spitting directly in my face as I grimaced at his stench he was giving off from his bad breath. Wiping his spit with my sleeve, I stood up and walked to the tool table, this time placing down the bloody knife and taking the pilers. Sweat rolled off my neck as I wiped it with my other clean sleeves, trying not to revert back to the childish persona that I always had when torturing.

My childish persona did not know the meaning of control. Usually, the victims ended up dead before I could even finish enjoying their reactions.

"Name, Mello!" I bellowed out as he snarled at me with venom in his eyes. Yanking his feet, I jerked out one toenail of his as he yowled again, flailing side to side as I held him down with my tight grip.

One by one, his nails were ripped off by me as his shrieks echoed through the room, blood leaking everywhere. I stared coldly at him before starting to pluck his fingernails that were tied to the back of his chair.

"I'll count for you," I smiled with ice before yanking out his first fingernail.

"One!"

Blood splashed onto the floor.

"Two!"

His cries strangled his vocal cords.

"Three!"

I heard his wrist scraping the steel chains before helplessly sobbing.

"Four!"

Mello bashed backwards into the chair as I saw his eyes start to swim in his frames.

"Five!"

Sobs and sobs came out with curses and trembling fear.

"Six!"

Mello bit his tongue hard with his remaining teeth as I whacked him on the back of his head, forcing him to spit out blood before I rushed to the table and grabbed a gag, shoving it down his mouth with all my force as he choked, blood oozing into the white gag like water.

I shook my head before walking to his back before counting the number again.

"Seven!"

His head started to spin around and around as I pulled out the next one with ripped skin.

"Eight!"

"Nine!"

"Ten!"

Mello was bleeding with tears, and it was seeping everywhere before I walked to the door, opening it to see my pale members stare at me with awe and disbelief. Oh right, this was the first time I had this big of an audience.

"Someone, bandage him up and give him water," I called out boredly before the scurried to do the work, my eyes landing on Chia who was not smiling for once in all my torture sessions.

"He's still not speaking," she uttered numbly before I stared at the packet of capsules in her hands. Her purple hair quivered with concern before she gazed up towards me in a panic.

"Alyona, Mello's group is coming with overwhelming numbers towards our base."

I froze at her words before flicking my bloodied glove onto the floor.

"How many? Approximately what time?"

Chia took a deep breath before passing me the drug I told her to get.

"Over 20,000, Alyona. It seems like they have been preparing. We have thirty minutes before they reach the base."

My brain blanked out after hearing the time while my mouth opened and clamped shut with a snap from my teeth. What the hell was I supposed to do with this? Thirty minutes was barely enough time to evacuate. Not to mention if we ran, that would be abandoning the base which was still in production of my newest drug that would be able to act as a controller.

If we left, those must be destroyed.

I had a second base, but-

"The second base has already been diminished, Alyona," Chia hurried before I jerked my head towards her. "The remaining survivors rushed back to tell us the news as soon as possible."

Fuck.

"Chia, alert the experiment unit to pack all the important blueprints and evacuate to Harvard University's dorms, you guide them." I barked out before pacing towards the door.

"Alyona, remember you are the boss!" I heard her yell before I slammed the door behind me, sprinting to the elevator and thrusting my finger at the buttons.

Fuck.

How did I miss this?

What do I do? What should I do?!

My vision flashed with red as my fingers started to shake, sweating before I dug them in my palms.

Yanking my hair, I exhaled the box formation before the small chills springing up my spine halted for a full minute before grasping the situation again. Honestly, I was on my own. I couldn't do anything except buy time for the experiment group to finish evacuating before I could do so myself.

Face it, girl. You either live to survive the end game, or you die now.

Yes, if I couldn't handle this, I would not be able to see Light again.

I sighed before the elevator opened to the second floor, where everyone was screaming in panic. Chaos reigned the whole base with their rumbles of terror that echoed in my mind.

"SILENCE!"

Everyone froze like being caught in a mousetrap. Instantly, not even a pin drop could be heard. My lungs raged like a sand storm before I took a deep breath.

"Who are we?" I questioned before staring into everyone's gazes. Although I could not see everyone because I was standing on the same ground as they were, it was enough for me that they could hear my voice.

"We are warriors that have prevailed through countless hours of training! All the sweat, all the learning!" I paused. "To our bones!"

Thickly with my screeching vocals, I bellowed out once more.

"Survival was my only hope, success is my only revenge."

I gritted my teeth.

"Take this chance when it is thrust upon you! View this as a positive, not a negative-"

"We have worked hard in silence, and now, it is the time to let our success be the noise! Who says we can't fight over an overwhelming number of people?! We are the quality! Not the quantity! We are not lazy, we are not special, but it is our hard work that pushes the boundaries, that will prove to make us worth it!"

"Doubt," I bellowed out. "Doubt kills more dreams than failure ever will!"

"Why do you cower when you have not tried?! We can win this, we will win this! And we will live to prove that we deserve victory!"

My voice echoed in silence as my members stared at me with overwhelming emotion. Suddenly, the whole base shook as everyone began to pump their fists up in the air, roaring with excitement.

"Take out all our weapons! Prepare for victory!" I screamed as they all rushed towards their own room, coming out in their suits and battle gear. I swallowed thickly at my broken lung, feeling terrible after that intense session of screaming.

Was I confident that I could win this?

No.

Was it true about quality versus quantity?

No.

Most times, the quantity would win.

What was I going to do?

Throw myself into war.

Was that smart?

No.

But they were going to throw their lives in for me.

At least let me stick to the end before fleeing them.

I watched them take their positions before I turned myself into my own room, grabbing several ammo boxes and attaching a long sniper onto my back with a blue rifle. Whirling my head towards the box that I had kept next to my bed, I pulled out the Death Note and shoved it into a suitcase before zipping it back up. It was just before I was about to head out before Chia burst into my room, stunning me as a couple of ammo boxes dropped from my hand.

"Chia," I growled before narrowing my eyes at her. "What are you doing here?"

"The experiment unit-" she panted before walking over to me and handing me her phone. I stared at the text weirdly before reading it the second time, making sure that it wasn't fake.

My nearest base will come as reinforcements. Hang in there, my daughter.

-Henrik

"Are you serious?" I raised my eyebrows before quirking on an ear-splitting smile. Chia returned it with her own grin before she pulled out her own double pistols, twirling it in between her fingers before flashing me a wink.

"I completely forgot," I slapped my forehead before staring at the screen again. "That I could ask for reinforcements."

"Sometimes you forget that there are more than you have," Chia nodded before gesturing to my window. "Come on, let's get you up on a high hill."

Chia's car skidded to a stop as we rushed out, setting up my equipment while I barked out orders before laying on my stomach and peering into my scopes. The good thing about my base was that it was located in a forest. There was a tall mountain just behind the base where it gave a perfect view of the base from a certain angle.

"Fill me out on the experiment group," I ordered before peering into the distance to see three dozens of cars coming closer from a further distance.

"They have Adriano escorting them," Chia explained as I concentrated on counting the number of cars. Adriano was the man in charge of the Death Note pages that I had given him. He was the other man that Henrik had given me when leaving the original base.

"Adriano was also the one to reach out to Henrik and report the situation," Chia stated before turning around to survey the trees around us. There was one weakness that a sniper had despite their prowess of killing, and that was when they were concentrating, they lost awareness of their surroundings.

Chia was here to back me up and also provide me with the last escape plan with the car that she brought with us.

"You know, I'm really beginning to applaud the fact that I didn't abandon my members for my own safety," I chuckled before seeing the black cars stop as men and women poured out of the cars, shooting bullets as my own members in the small scope started firing their own weapons.

"How about Mello?" I asked again before pulling the trigger three times as two people fell down instantly. My members gloated from the fallen men, knowing that the only long-distance sniper in the base was their boss.

"He was left in the interrogation room with a couple of members," Chia answered immediately. "I've alerted them to kill him if we lose the battle. We didn't have time to escort him outside like we did with the experiment unit."

"Got it," I hummed before pulling five more times. In my scope, I could see the enemy start to panic from the random shots that were coming from nowhere but they couldn't do anything to it because they were already busy dealing with the front.

Many of my members started to charge up head, using the trees and rocks as shields before performing their specialties in running and dodging from all those battle royale practices that they had. Most of them were even grinning while they fired, not minding the blood flying from the bodies of their enemies or how the enemies spasmed despite already being shot in the head.

Sure enough, mu members didn't view the war of guns as a serious life and death threatening battle anymore. To them, it was a game of thrill and how many headcounts they could kill before they ran out of steam.

I quickly aimed for a few more people before reloading my bullets and took my eyes off from the battle, my ears finally returning to their senses for just that moment. Screams and sounds of firing could be heard even from miles away and the green trees started to taint with blood crimson. The trees around me started to smell with an iron stench and even crawled into my mouth as the bitter and dry taste of blood echoed through my body.

I pulled the trigger again, this time effectively shooting someone in the head.

"Whoot! Headshot!" I pumped my fist into the air before firing again, cheering my number of kills as the battle ensured.

I never expected the battle to be a stamina-eating one.

I heaved while sweat rolled down my throat and down into my clothes as I shifted my arms only to feel them heavy as lead and sweaty like I had taken a bath.

"How-" I gasped for air before firing a couple more bullets, this time only getting the person's stomach instead of their head. My headshot count had decreased drastically similar to my members that were starting to tire out from the fatigue and stress.

"-How many hours?"

"4 hours and 39 minutes, Alyona," I heard Chia reply as she passed me a bottle of water in which I gladly took, tearing my eyes from the scope and dunking it down my lungs. I was parched, and that had worried me even more.

If I was this tired by just laying down and firing, I couldn't imagine the stress on my members' legs nor body.

"This has to stop," I shook my head before glancing into the scope again, surveying the bloody arena. The corpses of my own members filled my mouth with distaste and bitterness yet the number of enemy deaths had overnumbered the deaths of my own members.

The bodies were all over the ground, piled up like mountains and mountains of corpses that had not started to rot just yet.

I smiled at the scene, chucking before my expression darkened. 20,000 members were no joke. I could tell that they had come in groups, the first one probably only 1000 people before the car number continued to rise, never-ending.

There was once in those 4 hours that my members had bombed a whole car which set off two more cars to explode, but that member sacrificed a whole group of my comrades into the fire by accident.

I panted before firing a couple more shots before the trigger I pulled became empty. Fumbling with my ammo box, I realized that I had run out of sniper ammo. My eyes widened as I realized that the only ammo I had left was for my rifle, which meant close combat.

I wasn't exactly tired compared to my members, probably I was even more energetic and could deal a wad of damage if I had gone, but the question was if I was willing to actually risk myself. Sure, I was well aware that I also didn't see life as life anymore. It was more about the game and thrill, so throwing myself into the battlefield wasn't all that hard of a decision, but I still had to remember the consequences of my decisions.

The kill rate out there was around 70% if Henrik didn't arrive in time. I tossed my back head before staring at Chia.

"How long for Henrik's reinforcements?"

"Around 4 more hours, Alyona," Chia's urgent voice made me wince.

4 more hours. If I could hold onto four more hours...

"I'm going out," I decided before staggering to my feet, only to stumble forwards as Chia caught me with her arms.

"Damn, my legs fell asleep."

I mumbled before pushing Chia gently away, taking a few steps on my own before doing ten jumping jacks and wiggling my toes inside my shoes. When everything was back to normal, I rolled my shoulders, nodding towards the car as Chia supported me there despite my 1 second ago performance in showing that I was completely fine. She helped me plop myself onto the seat before she hopped onto the car with me and started the engine.