With a chilling resolve, Aadaya wiped the blood from her face, her eyes ablaze with a feral intensity. The stench of violence hung heavy in the air, a testament to the brutality she had unleashed upon her enemies. Her hands, steady despite the chaos around her, swiftly reloaded her firearm with practised precision. Each movement was calculated, each action purposeful, as she prepared for the confrontation that awaited her.

In a burst of unyielding determination, she stormed towards the door at the end of the hallway, her footsteps echoing like war drums in the silence of the building. The gun in her hands was an extension of her will, an instrument of death that she wielded with lethal expertise. Her voice, sharp as a blade, sliced through the air as she commanded, "Hands up!"

In the dimly lit room beyond, the scene that met her eyes was a grotesque carnival of decadence and depravity. An ageing man, his face contorted with fear, lay amidst young girls, their eyes wide with terror, surprised by the stranger's entry in the midst there enjoyment. The room looked nicely furnished, shining with low-hanging lamps from the ceiling and colourful lights coming from the balcony overlooking the party outside.

Aadaya's gaze bore into the man, her eyes burning with a primal fury. The girls, caught in the clutches of this monstrous predator, cowered in the shadows of the room. With a silent gesture, Aadaya commanded their silence, her eyes promising both death and punishment for any wrong move.

She glanced towards the door, ensuring their cries hadn't alerted others to their presence. Convinced of their silence, she closed the door with a resounding thud, sealing them off from the outside world.

The man on the bed stammered incoherent pleas, his trembling hands seeking refuge behind the girls. "Let me go," he begged, his voice quivering with desperation. "I'll do anything, please..."

Aadaya advanced, her movements like a predator closing in on its prey. The man's feeble attempts at resistance were crushed beneath the weight of her determination. He reached for a weapon, a last-ditch effort to defy his fate.

In a blur of motion, Aadaya disarmed him, her strength and speed leaving him defenceless. She seized him by the collar, her grip unyielding, and pressed the muzzle of her gun against his forehead. Her voice, a low growl, reverberated with the intensity of her purpose. "Not so clever now, are you?" she hissed, her words laced with a savage satisfaction.

The man, once powerful and cruel, whimpered in abject terror. His eyes, wide with the realization of his impending doom, pleaded for mercy. But Aadaya was unrelenting. He was Soren Mafuraf, the architect of her pack's downfall. The desire for vengeance, a burning inferno within her, compelled her forward.

She wanted him to feel the same terror her pack had felt. The need for retribution, an all-consuming force, coursed through her veins. At that moment, Aadaya knew she would exact her revenge, no matter the cost.

Aadaya's eyes blazed with a fury that seemed to consume the very air around her. Controlling her rage with a vice-like grip, she struck Soren with a force that reverberated through the room. His cry mixed with the sickening crunch of a broken tooth, a testament to Aadaya's ruthless determination. His pleas were drowned in her relentless assault.

"WHERE IS HE?" Aadaya's voice thundered, the room itself seeming to shake in response. Each word was a whip crack, lashing out at Soren's trembling form. He gasped for breath, his eyes wide with terror, yet holding a dark, defiant spark.

"I don't know... I haven't seen him in 13 years," he stammered, his voice barely audible amid the chaos. "In the forests of Arizona, that's all I know."

Aadaya's grip tightened, her fingers digging into his skin. "Tell me everything," she commanded, her voice a growl that seemed to resonate from the depths of her soul.

Soren, now desperate, continued, "I would have gained the powers of the Ikanir Pack if the war was won that night 13 years ago... I could have controlled the very essence of life and death."

Aadaya's laughter filled the room, a sound devoid of joy, echoing with the bitter taste of revenge. "You think power can save you now?" she hissed, her eyes narrowing into dangerous slits.

In the shadows behind her, the girls stood, their eyes devoid of any humanity, mere vessels for darkness that seemed to seep from the very core of the earth. Aadaya, unaware of the looming threat, turned back to Soren, her gaze piercing through him like a dagger.

"But what is your stake in all this?" Soren's question hung in the air like a curse, a challenge to Aadaya's purpose.

"I am the embodiment of their vengeance," Aadaya declared, her voice a low, menacing growl. "I am the reason you lost that night even after winning."

Soren's eyes glinted with madness, a perverse glee at the impending chaos. "Don't worry," he sneered, his voice a venomous whisper. "I'll enjoy watching you crumble as I rise."

As Aadaya turned to face him, a wicked smile curled Soren's lips, his eyes fliting back and forth from the girls standing Aadaya. The room seemed to tighten, the air thick with the scent of impending violence. At that moment, the battle lines were drawn, and the clash of titans, both human and supernatural, was inevitable.

Aadaya slowly turns around to see both the alike-looking twins standing on her path. One twin wearing a pink dress, the other a green sparkling dress. Both stand with hollow eyes as they look at Aadaya. The pink twin wields a long sharp knife its blade shining with numerous light as it reflects them coming from outside. The green twin wielding a long chain attached to a metal ball full of spikes. Just as they throw themselves at Aadaya with a war cry.

In the heart of the chaotic battleground, Aadaya danced with death, her movements a whirlwind of lethal grace. The green girl's metal spike hurtled through the air, aiming for Aadaya's throat. In a split-second reaction, Aadaya bent backwards, narrowly avoiding the deadly strike. A shallow cut marred her cheek, painting her face with a trickle of crimson.

With a swift, calculated motion, Aadaya sprang back to her feet. Her finger traced the wound on her cheek, now a battle scar, as she sized up her foes. The room was a tempest of feathers, torn fabrics, and fury, a testament to their ferocity.

Amidst the frenzy, the pink-clad girl charged at Aadaya. Their collision sent shockwaves through the bed, feathers exploding into the air like a storm. Aadaya's fist found its mark, a powerful punch to the pink girl's gut, momentarily winding her. Aadaya rolled away just in time to evade the deadly metal ball, which crashed onto the bed where she had lain seconds before, sending feathers swirling in a chaotic dance.

Soren, the cowardly puppeteer, scuttled into a corner. His half-naked form cowered in the darkness as he dialled a number, desperation etched on his face. Aadaya, undeterred by his betrayal, continued her battle.

The green girl, undeterred by her sister's fall, spun the metal spike in a circular motion. The chain attached to it hummed as the spiked ball propelled toward Aadaya. She sidestepped, narrowly avoiding the lethal trajectory, but the spike grazed her arm, leaving a trail of blood.

With a lightning-fast reflex, Aadaya disarmed the green girl. Her weapon clattered to the ground, forgotten amidst the chaos. But the fight was far from over.

In the desperate struggle that followed, Aadaya lunged for a nearby lamp. With a primal yell, she hurled it at the green girl, striking her on the head. Stunned, she faltered, her attack momentarily halted.

Meanwhile, the pink girl, with her dying breath, charged Aadaya. Aadaya, ready for the final confrontation, met her head-on. Their bodies collided, the force of the impact echoing in the room. In her last moments, the pink girl embraced Aadaya, her final act of defiance. As the knife pulls out from the pink twin's body. Gushing red liquid stains her hands, as it drops from her fingers on the pristine floor.

Aadaya, stained with the blood of her foes, stood amidst the chaos, her eyes like smouldering coals, burning with unyielding determination. The room was a battlefield, strewn with the remnants of their struggle. Outside, the guards pounded on the door, their shouts blending with the battle cries still echoing in the room.

Soren, sensing his momentary chance at escape, shouted orders, his voice cracking with fear. "Get her away from the door!" he barked, hoping to salvage his cowardly existence.

The fight raged on, a symphony of violence and survival. Aadaya, fueled by her wrath, stood ready for whatever came next, her every muscle poised for action. The room, now a canvas of chaos, awaited the next stroke of fate in this relentless dance of death.

In the heart of the pandemonium, Aadaya's reflexes were like lightning. The metal spike whirred through the air, aiming for her throat, but she ducked, narrowly escaping the deadly strike. She sprinted and vaulted over a couch, rolling with grace as she landed. Rising swiftly, she gripped her gun, her eyes locked onto the green twin.

The room echoed with the sharp report of gunfire as Aadaya's aim found its mark. The green twin fell, her body hitting the ground with a thud, the chaos around her drowned out by the deafening silence of her demise.

With the girl's fall, the room seemed to hold its breath. Outside, the music throbbed on, oblivious to the battle within. Aadaya's eyes, intense and determined, flickered toward Soren, who stood behind the shattered remnants of the bed, his fate sealed.

Aadaya closed in on him, her footsteps deliberate and purposeful. Soren whimpered like a frightened child, scrambling backwards until he hit the wall. Aadaya advanced, her boot finding its place on his thigh. She crouched down, her gun aimed directly at his quivering form, the same position he had found himself in moments before.

In a voice laced with urgency, she demanded answers. "How did you know I would come here?" she questioned, her words as sharp as her gaze. Soren's laughter, tinged with madness, echoed in the room. His revelation about the trap only fueled her anger, disappointment flickering in her eyes like a dying ember.

A surge of frustration coursed through her, and she struck him with a resounding slap, his groans of pain falling on deaf ears. Ignoring his cries, Aadaya glanced back at the door, sensing the impending breach. Her grip tightened on Soren's throat as she squeezed for the truth.

"Where is he?" Aadaya's voice was a menacing whisper, her eyes piercing through the dim light. Blood trickled from the corner of Soren's mouth as he gasped out his response. "The old forest of Tahir, in the Korekth Temple," he wheezed, fear etched across his face.

Time was slipping away. Aadaya released her grip on Soren's throat, urgency sparking in her eyes. Just as the door to the room exploded open, she sprang into action. With lightning speed, she dashed toward the balcony, her every move calculated. Bullets flew past her as she leaped into the void, her gaze fixed on the ground below.

In mid-air, she twisted her body, her gun finding its mark with a single shot. Soren's life ended in an instant, his body falling away into darkness. Aadaya landed cat-like on her feet, her senses sharp and alert amidst the oblivious revellers.

She moved with purpose, her eyes scanning the surroundings for an escape route. Guards stood like formidable sentinels near the doors. Aadaya deftly changed her course, blending into the crowd, her hand resting firmly on her gun. A quiet command echoed through her earpiece, her ally Chris working to find her an exit strategy. Trying to make her way towards the doors, she looks at numerous guards stationed there. She takes a discreet turn as she walks off towards the bar, and looks for the right path. Her voice sounds in her earpiece, "Chris pay me the way...", as she waits on the bar trying to not gain attention.

Near the bar, she caught sight of a familiar figure, slouched in a drunken stupor, surprising her beyond anything this night had brought...

...to be continued

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