Fall From Grace | ENHYPEN

VII

"This used to be our old hideout. Where we plan, regroup, and rest" Yyan plopped himself on the ottoman seat at the corner of the room "Well, they plan while I listen. Not a fan of all that logical thinking shits" He added

"Why-" Theon pointed at the map made at the whiteboard in the middle of the room, scribbles and notes filled the board. Stolen pictures and threads connected at each other, creating a whole new set of questions in the boys' head

"You guys need to leave. You're making a mess at my place and I don't like it" The men looked at the door when it suddenly opened and revealed Tyrron, who was drenched in blood and bruises

"I quitted years ago, Yyan. I'm not doing this shit all over again" He hissed while wiping the red liquid off his body. He looked at the seven who was just staring at him, making him blink "These bloods aren't mine"

"Then why offer help in the first place?" Hendryx asked him innocently

"Shut up I'm not talking to you" Tyrron glared at the man making him cower and just focused his attention on the files and papers on the desk

"We need explanations, Sir Tyrron. Respectfully speaking, but what the fuck is this?" Michaelis pointed at the spiderweb map in the middle of the room

"The same shit you are dealing with right now, the alliance and feuds of the clans." Tyrron shortly replied, still busy trying to clean up himself with a damp towel that was on his shoulders

The rest found their place and sat across the room, listening to what the man's explanation. 

"We haven't figured out the rest, all we knew was Philistine works under Amerryllis" Theon knew this already. His father wasn't that really neat on his papers, so from time to time Theon saw the files made for Malcolm Amerryllis, the owner of the Amerryllis Enterprise. 

"Leonel Philistine offers info to Malcolm Amerryllis. They aren't just a simple telecommunication company. They offer and sell data. Whether it be illegal or not. They also provide service, whenever Amerryllis needs a hand." 

"Amerryllis is the leading clan in the underworld, the world of delinquents and black markets." This information made the seven disappointed, but not surprised. Somehow, a business of importing and exporting products will always be connected to the underworld

"The one you saw at the warehouse was just Philistine offering their service to the Amerryllis. The cleaning service." Ytriel knitted his forehead at the man's statement

"How did you know about the warehouse?" Tyrron just smirked in reply.

"News have wings, Philistine." the added vex at the surname was caught by the siblings, but they chose to just ignore it, thinking this man had a hatred at everything except his beloved cars

"And now, Amerryllis have an idea that somehow, this seven irresponsible young men had a hint of what is really going on, they would do anything to shut them up. One way or another." 

Jaxen spoke, looking at Tyrron confusingly "But Cozen is Mr. Amerryllis's son. Surely he won't let his own blood be put into danger right?" He asked

Yyan just let out a small laugh at the latter's response. Own blood my ass

"Have you ever heard the story of Ada Amerryllis, the third cousin of Malcolm Amerryllis?" That story was repeated over and over again, for whenever Cozen is being curious. His mother would always tell him that there was once an Amerryllis, who was so curious, that her curiosity brought her to her own grave

"Ada Amerryllis was killed almost a decade ago after trying to expose their clan with its illegal activities. Money laundering, possession of illegal firearms, sponsoring gang fights, even to the extent of hosting a gladiatorial combat." This time, it was Hendryx who spoke. He knew this side of the Amerryllis the most.

"No. She died in a middle of a gang war" Theon retorted

"She was murdered by a gang." Hendryx replied. 

"And do you have any proofs of these bullshits your spitting?" Ytriel backed his brother, looking at Hendryx who was focused on the spiderweb map

"This is nonsense" Cozen sighed, Jaxen agreeing with him "Ada Amerryllis was just a folktale mom used to scare me with when I was young" Michaelis even added

Jethro and Max remained silent, listening to the bickering of the rest

It would be the best for them if they just won't talk at all.

"I am the one who killed her." The room suddenly grew quiet when Henryx Xandrion spoke

Cozen laughed awkwardly 

"Don't fucking joke about this shits" He tried to laugh it off, but Hendryx remained poker faced, indicating he wasn't joking

"Bullshit, you're like 18" Theon accused the man of lying by trying to prove his age. If he was the one who killed Ada Amerryllis, he would have to be really old by now.

"I'm 20, and I killed her when I was 12. With my gang, Midas Union." They didn't know how to accept this information. It seems like Hendryx wasn't the one for lying, and it won't make sense if he just randomly spat lies

Cozen sat there, rethinking of his father's work and everything that is happening around him. All those money and power, they didn't come from pure hard work.

"Midas Union, ain't that the gang that started the Independence day riot three years ago?" Finally, Jethro spoke 

"That was the 8th Generation, I only founded and lead the first three generations." Jethro nodded. He took out his vape and was about to hit a smoke when Yyan grabbed it from him and inhaled the newly replaced pod

"Vaping's bad for ya" Yyan lectured the glaring boy making him roll his eyes

"Says the one who's creating smoke rings. I hope you get infected with lung cancer" 

"I hope you step on shit"

"That's fucking below the belt"

Jaxen sighed and dig his seat deeper on the old couch at the corner of the room. "What is it they're hiding that they have to go to this extent?"

No one replied to the young man's loud thoughts. Shuffling of papers and sighs were only heard, and the under the breath banters of Yyan Alexandre and Jethro Clementin.

"Yyan, pull this out" everyone looked at Tyrron when he turned his back at the man he called

The seven gave a random shout and groans of disgust when they saw a three inch knife embedded deep into Tyrron's right shoulderblade

"What the fuck!"

"Ew!"

"Oh my God the steak's going back up from my stomach"

"I can't do this sober"

"Is that a fucking cheese knife?!"

Yyan's face contorts in grimace when he saw how deep the knife was inserted on the man's back

"That's fucking disgusting" Yyan gagged while holding the handle of the knife, preparing his mental state before pulling it out

"You're fucking disgusting" Tyrron replied, mocking the man with his words

It was taking everything in Yyan's body to not bury the knife deeper into Tyrron's body making him roll his eyes and pull the weapon out without even counting

"Motherf—!" Tyrron didn't have time to finish his words when Yyan grabbed the towel from him and pressed it against the wound, applying an immense amount of pressure to further annoy the wounded man

When Tyrron had the grasp of the towel, he raised his middle finger to Yyan and the latter just made a mocking face before rolling his eyes

"Take three of these" Without looking back, Tyrron caught the bottle of pills Yyan threw on his way

He opened the cap and tilted the bottle, letting three fall on his left hand, then closing it after. Good thing he was ambidextrous, he was able to manipulate the bottle with one hand without anyone's help

After swallowing the pills, he sighed and looked at the rest of the men sitting in the room only looking at him

"So what's the plan?"