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Katrina's POV

"You? You're behind all of this?" I hissed at him.

The Knot stood there, his head tilted to the side, a small amused smile on his lips, "behind what exactly?" he stated coyly.

My eyes narrowed at him before turning back down towards Zara, "what is going on?" I asked.

How did Zara get here?

"Papa, brought me" she smiled up at me, before turning and pointing at the Knot.

Oh, you have got to be kidding me.

My eyes shot up to the Knot, his mask perfectly in place, his lean muscled body completely covered in his green suit that he wore the last time we spoke.

"Zara is your daughter?" I asked him, shock evident in my voice.

I knew it was a small world, but not this damn small.

"Yes, and I owe you everything for bringing her back to me, safely. Her Mother would be grateful too" he finished his smile dimming slightly.

"Mama is with the angels" Zara said, her voice coated in sadness but her smile still on her little face. Those bright green eyes shining with sadness as her curly purple hair stuck up in every direction.

I immediately picked her up, pulling her into my arms. I already knew she had been through it, but this new bit of information just made me want to shield her from a dark world she had already been exposed to.

"Where have you been? She's been with us for a while now, why are you just now picking her up?" I hissed over at the Knot.

A dark look slipped into his eyes, "I've been busy, but that is not what this meeting is concerning, Katrina Justice" he said, his face slipping back into neutrality.

I side eyed Rhett, before looking back over at the Knot, "what could you possibly need with me?"

The Knot stepped closer, "you survived that process Katrina, no one else has ever survived what you did. You should be dead, you should have died when you fell off that roof and you should have died when you closed your eyes in that tub".

"What does that have to do with anything? I got lucky, I-I had someone to live for" I finished quietly.

Rhett tensed beside me.

"You have many people to live for, Katrina Justice. We need you-"

"Who is we?"

"Katrina, let him finish" Rhett sighed, that tension still deep in his body.

I turned back to the Knot, "as I was saying, we need you, Supers, need you. Something dark is happening to us. Lee Don's display was only a minor step in a major production. Something dark is happening in our world, Supers are disappearing worldwide" he sighed.

"And what makes this my problem? You said yourself that Supers are going missing, I don't understand what this has to do with me" I said, my confusion hitting new levels.

What did they think I could do that their own powers couldn't.

It feels like forever since I had even felt my own powers, but how would they even know that I had any?

They should believe I only have some due to Blue.

My eyes traveled down to my chest, where Blue's mark was still so prominent in my skin.

A forever reminder of a broken heart.

"This has everything to do with you, Katrina. I placed Rhett in your parents sight to get you two together, I slipped the idea in their mind that you two should be married all to get you separated from everyone else. Katrina you are the only one who can help us" the Knot sighed.

My temperature spiked, "can you quit with the fucking riddles, I'm a very clumsy girl, with psychotic parents, and shitty ass luck, what the hell do you want from me?" I snapped at him.

Zara buried her face in my neck, slightly terrified.

"Katrina, I know what you are, as a Source, its your job to lead and help Supers" Rhett snapped back, his patience wearing just as thin as mine.

"But what makes this my job, why can't you two handle it?"

"Because Cirron is behind it, and the only person who can stop him, is you" the Knot finally spit out.

"W-what?"

"Cirron is behind this disappearances, and without your help, he'll end us all, Katrina" Rhett finally said, sending my world into another spin tale.

Great.



Blue's POV

Her eyes caught mine just for a second before she was dipping out of the gala.

My chest clenched in a pain that was only ever associated with Katrina.

My head turned away, focusing on the bane of my fucking existence.

This ugly bitch, her ratty black hair and pale, sickly skin. God, I just wanted to kick her.

She giggled as someone we were speaking to told some dumbass joke, her hand clenched hard over my arm.

Kick her until my leg fell off.

Her eyes batted up at me, "what do you think babe?" she smiled.

Against my will, my lips pulled into a smile that made my soul shoot itself in the face, "whatever you want, is what I want" my voice came out of my mouth.

It was like walking into a haze.

And I had only woken up five minuets ago when Katrina had run face first into my chest. It was like her touch had woken me up from a horrible never ending fucking nightmare, where I, me, was fucking cordial.

Makes me sick to my stomach.

Her hands grazed me chest as she clung on to me.

My stomach literally rumbled in disgust.

This bitch made me sick to my stomach, so much that I could shit myself.

I hate her.

And whoever in the hell was leading my Katty out of this hell hole of a party.

I'd never admit it to Katrina, but this was technically all my fault.

I knew something was off when this dog of a woman came strutting into my office, she looked like a fucking witch with her dark ass mop of hair, and her creepy grey eyes, that looked like beads sown into a dead dolls face.

I'm holding dome hatred, in case that wasn't overly obvious.

The second she had walked into the room, it was like a chain had wrapped itself around my tongue, and the fucking word 'Mate' came spitting out.

Then of course, because I'm in love with the most oblivious person in the world, she goes running out of the room like a sloth with her weird shuffle run, leaving me stuck with the witch that was currently glued to my side.

I knew she was fucking strange when I first laid eyes on her.

I knew it.

I knew Nana K's shady ass was up to something, I knew she had sent this drowned rat looking woman to me, for some demented reason, and I'll admit I like winning games.

I wanted to crush Katya in whatever fucked up game of chess she thought she was going to play with me.

State Chess Champion, all four years of high school, bitch.

So when this Irma... Irene... Ina... or whatever her name was, strolled into my office and somehow compelled me to claim her as my mate, well I wanted the chance to crush her windpipe and Katya's all at the same time.

But I needed time to think, plan my pieces perfectly.

"W-we are mates" her voice had shuddered, obviously she didn't know me well enough to know that her fake emotions wouldn't work on me.

Or her real ones for that matter.

She, sadly, ducked just in time to miss the office phone I had chucked at her disfigured face. "Get the fuck out before I snap your neck" I stated, coldly.

Safe to say her ass turn and sprinted out the shattered door.

Now, should I have gone and found Katrina? Yes.

But I needed to think, and when she's around, I can never think.

Not clearly anyway.

So I did what any good boyfriend would do.

I sat on the roof of the house next to her's and watched her sleep, I could smell her depression from all the way outside, but I knew I couldn't go in, because not only was Irma fucking parked outside the house, watching, but I knew Katya wasn't far away.

They had to think I was torn.

Part one of my steps to destroy both of them.

But I knew I would get the chance to speak to her tomorrow at Aria's party, which is where everything went utterly wrong.

Ima was not suppose to be there, but I knew she'd show up eventually.

I had a few precious seconds, but again, in love with an utter dumbass with listening problems.

My eyes had swept over her sad and tired looking face, and she did look slightly checked out, but I had continued anyway.

"I want you to know that no matter what, nothing means more to me than you, no one means more to me than you" I had started, should have realized she wasn't listening, but my head was bowed trying to put the words together for her to understand, for her to realize she was the only woman in this world I would ever love.

That I could ever love.

Our souls were intertwined, I'd do anything for this curly headed freak in front of me.

Even though she gave me a headaches and she talked too much and she never listens, for some ungodly reason when those big brown eyes turn up and look at me, the heart I thought I didn't have thumps wildly.

I'd do anything for her, anything to make her happy, anything to make her smile. Give her anything, be anything just for her.

Because eventually this shit storm we were blowing in would pass, and this woman would be mine for eternity.

And I'd murder anyone who got in the way of that.

"Your grandmother is up to something with this Irma woman walking her ugly ass into my office and i'm going to get to the bottom of it. I'm tired of all this shit thats coming in between us, and I'm not putting you at risk again, b-because I honestly might die if you get put in danger because of me again. I can't risk that, I can't risk you, so let me just handle this, Katty. I just need a week and I'll bring you that woman's head and if you want or you let me I could maybe bury your grandmother alive? I have this bad feeling like it won't kill her, but we can talk about that later. They are watching us, so I need you out our house, just for a week, then I take care of them and its you and me, we go somewhere, anywhere you want, with my clearance of course. But ... unfortunately, I love you and care about your opinion, sadly, so if you don't want me to do this alone, I won't. We can violently crush Katya and Ima, together. But I want to do this alone, I need you safe... what do you think".

I had turned to her thinking she would understand, but of course she stared at me, fear shining in her eyes.

"well what do you think?" she asked slowly.

My brow had tensed in confusion as I had looked back at her, "what?"

Her eyes shot left, "what?"

I sighed, "I knew you wouldn't like this, but I know this is right, at least for now" he looked at me cautiously. "I just need to figure this all out, you understand" he pressed me.

She was quiet ... too quiet. "Ok... yes?" her eyes looked at me curiously.

My smile was immediate, thank god she understood. She finally wasn't going to be difficult as I reached for her hand, those sparks that I missed for less than one day hitting me hard.

Her smile was small, but excited. Why is she so perfect?

"So you'll just stay here, right?" I asked her.

"Stay here?"

"Yes, at your parents house. Where else could you stay, once you move out?" I asked. Why does she look so confused?

She choked, "move out?" she coughed.

Has she lost her mind, "yes, move out, we just agreed it would be the best option for-" I started only for her face to flare in anger.

She slapped the shit out of me.

My head swung slightly at the sheer force her hand made with my cheek.

Anger hit me hard, the fuck was that for?

Is it bad I'm turned on?

Probably.

"You shitty, shitty, shitty, little insect of a person!" she snapped as her gorgeous face leaned closer to mine.

I'm going to marry her.

"The fuck and the you, that I'm about to lay on you is so massive, that even your ego would be impressed. I love you, you asshole, I almost died, for you. I- I can't even fully draw you a picture of the type of shit I've done for you, and you, you shitty ass individual, did you just as me to move out of the home that I not only helped you design, but kept standing when you up and dis-a-fucking-ppeared?" he opened his mouth to speak, "RHETORICAL!" she bellowed down at me. "I hope you have a GREAT fucking life, with that bitch. I hope you two have so many kids and that you have a nice little house on a fucking prairie. So go to her then, you sadistic son of a bitch. Hopefully she accepts your demented ass, like I so stupidly did. In conclusion, ... what was it I was going to say? Oh yes, FUCK. YOU." she screeched in my face.

She didn't hear a word I said.

Not a single one.

I'm going to throttle her, then put that sharp mouth of hers to a much better use.

I slowly stood up, anger and sexual frustration vibrating off me, my eyes slowly connecting with hers as I tower over her.

I want her now.

"Katrina-" I grit out, where is the closest bedroom?

Just as I was about to strange her then make her forget her own name someone cut me off.

"Mr. Dun?" that voice that sounded like drowning whales, cut through us.

Our heads snapped at the same time, to come face to face with none other than the woman of the hour.

This bitch.

I couldn't snap my eyes away from the ogre of a woman, did she honestly think she could be mine?

Delusional much.

Katrina scoffed, "goodbye, Blake", before stomping off back towards the party.

My eyes watching her perfect ass as she walked off.

Fuck the week.

I'll kill her now, my head snapped back over to Irene, "Irene, what are you doing here?" my voice was strained.

Her eyes took me in warily, "I-i just had papers for you to sign, that you didn't get a chance to y-yesterday" she stuttered.

God she was a terrible liar.

I slowly walked up to her, her eyes widening in fear as she tripped backwards, trying to get away from me.

She went sprinting into a backroom, I easily followed her.

I love the chance, where should I hide her body?

I'll find Katya's room and then I'll put her dead body under the covers in her bed ... I'll snap her neck, thats dramatic enough.

Should scare Katya enough and ugh ... I guess I'll get Katrina's permission to kill Katya. I'll seduce that out of her.

I easily shut the door behind me, finding Irene in the corner shaking in fear.

"If you're going to scream can I get a heads up? I would rather not have someone come in and then have to kill someone else, messy you know?" I tormented her, a sick smile coming to my face as her face paled.

"M-mr. D-dun" she stuttered her hand in front of her, like that would stop me.

"Don't worry, I'm thinking of just breaking your neck, so your blood won't be everywhere. Not some extremely gory death, but I am planning on using your dead body as a message to your little master Katya, tell her to back the fuck up or she's next-" I paused, "I'm sorry, I'm monologuing" I laugh, Katrina would find this so funny, "I'm a villain, can't help it, my girlfriend would find this hilarious, but whatever you don't care- let's get this over with" I sigh pulling my sleeves up.

Not exactly sure what happened next, but all I remember was her palming me in my fucking forehead, then everything was just hazy.

Like sleep walking through a dream.

I knew that Irene knew what I was saying in my mind, but somehow she was controlling my body.

Fucking taken down by a sea witch looking creature.

Now at the top of my shame list.

I'm going to stomp a hole in your skull, Irene.

I looked down at her, knowing she heard me as she smiled idly by my side, her disgusting claw like fingers hanging onto my body.

I wanted to punch her in the throat, but I physically could not.

"It's Ira" she hissed back up at me.

My left eye twitched, even with the smile she had forced on my face.

I'm going to stomp a hole in your skull, Ira.

She sent me a strained chuckle, "not sure how you woke up, but you need to calm yourself, with you conscious open you might hurt your mind" she hissed.

Its going to hurt when I throttle you to death, you sea witch looking ass bitch.

"You're such a gentleman" she sighed her eyes twitching nervously around the room.

Her eyes were scanning the room endlessly, looking for someone she obviously could not find.

So thats how I got stuck here, smiling like a dumbass in public.

God the humiliation.

And I still haven't figured much out about this woman, like what she wants for an example. Or what the point of this all is, and more importantly how she finessed the system to make violent little Katrina not nose dive for her neck with a knife, like my Katty would do.

The woman had thrown Ana across a room, and now she was all of a sudden giving up without a fight to this hideous woman?

Who did she take me for?

"This isn't personal, it-its for your own good" she whispered up at me.

I should have played on her emotional state, tried to make her see reason, but I'm me.

And I'm pissed.

You can't hold me forever, Irene, and once I'm out I'll make it real personal when I shove your face into a garage disposal.

She paled.

Good.

"T-this isn't what its suppose to be like! Y-you were suppose to love me too! She said you would love me! I could, t-that I could make you better!" she cried up at me.

God, she smells like desperation.

I just glared down at her, she sighed, "speak" she demanded.

It felt like a weight lifted off my tongue, my mouth opened as I demanded, a small bit of control.

I laughed darkly, "oh I'm going to kill the shit out of you, you delusional cow".

Her jaw dropped, "we were suppose to be soulmates!" she shouted.

"And when did you figure out that was a load of shit?" I hissed down at her.

She gave me a dead look, "approximately two seconds after you said you were going to snap my neck".

"Damnit, I was never good at keeping secrets, I guess" I shoot back at her. Her face fell, true sadness falling over her features.

"It wasn't suppose to be like this" she sighed, she actually looked sad.

All I wanted to do was choke her out in her ugly ass, blinding red dress.

Barf.

"You naive, delusional, little gnat. When I get out of your chains, and trust me I will, I'm going to use a shoe lace string to remove your head from your neck, and then I'm going to present it to the love of my life, my soul mate, and even though she'll be utterly disgusted and might even pass out and puke, I'm still going to force her to watch me punt your stringy haired head across the ocean, like a fucking footba-"

"ENOUGH" she hissed up at me, my voice getting captured in my mouth as she took away my ability to speak.

I glare down at her, enraged as she steps up beside me and slowly trails her hand up the side of my face, before slowly grazing it on my forehead.

I wish I could bite her fucking fingers off.

Her thin crusty lips entered into my personal space, as she slowly whispered, "leave".

And then I was gone, pushed all the way back to the corner of my own mind. An angry ass spectator, losing to some twig of a woman.

Just great.