ᴥ︎︎︎The Daughter Of Morowᴥ︎︎︎

Thirty-One • Captive

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"𝐻𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜𝑜." 𝐼 𝑜𝑏𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑙𝑦 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑝 𝑛𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑑. 𝐴𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑝 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑗𝑜𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚.

𝐵𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑠 𝐼 𝑏𝑒𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑜𝑚. 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡, 𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑛𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑀𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑖 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑒.

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Once we entered the rundown building the first person I noticed was my dad. "Are you serious?!" How was he gonna be with the same people he tells me to stay away from? 

Even if I knew he wanted to fight the boss. I also knew Shizuku who was the one I arm wrestled with. Then the tall guy with the ponytail from the reward paper.

"Do you know anyone here?" 

"Well I know my dad and we know her." I pointed to Shizuku. Then it went to this whole 'I don't remember them' and 'I need to arm wrestle him'. We sat at a stone ready to arm wrestle. 

If Machi didn't already know who I was, my dad could've probably helped us, but of course, I bring bad luck. 

Him, was Nobunga, the long-haired man, who put his hair in a ponytail. I would just like to say I lost, a lot. He slammed my hand into the stone multiple times. My hand was sore but I kept my eyes on him.

"So, how do I stack up against all the other spiders?" He was asking about his rank. Frankenstein said he was seventh or eighth.

"Well you aren't the weakest, but not the strongest either." Machi told him. I wonder how strong you are. I'll save that thought when my hand isn't killing me.

"Right, the strongest member of the Troupe was a guy called Uvogin." I'm not going to like whatever is going to be said next. "But it's starting to look like the chain user killed him." 

That's unfortunate. If it's Kurapika, that guy is six feet under. Just like the rest of them will be. "We told you, we have no clue who that is." Killua spoke up. My hand was slammed back down and I bit my lip.

Trying to protect my stomach from tearing at the same time, but God did my hand hurt. "Kid, if you speak without permission again, I'll kill you." I looked at Killua letting him know I was good.

My hand was bleeding and I tried to stay calm. We started to start another round. I made sure to stay focused. 

"Uvogin was an enhancer. He was simple-minded, straightforward, and he loved a good fight. Punctual, a real stickler about time whenever Franklin or I were late he'd always start something. He beat the crap out of me more than once I can tell you. I've known him since before the troupe was founded. I know him better than anyone."

Maybe they used to be good people. Until they murdered clans. You start to wonder how people become what they do. "He would never, I mean never, lose in a fair fight, do you hear me? Not unless he was caught in some dirty trap."