Hacker's Euphoria

Chapter 5 - Overcharge Pt. 1

Sasha's gasping under breath. Eyes are widened, chaotically flickering to any singular point of focus. Sasha's unable to regain full facility of her control.

Alicia's voice echoes within;
' 𝚂𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚊, 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢! '

Strands of tan oak hair tangle around her fingers; Sasha's hand's clung to her head in desperate welling as obedience caved in and her breathing sharply became a deep, fixated rhythm;

' ' Alicia. . .Seriously. . ? Why must I. . . ' '

Rapid and vivid memories of her childhood under father's secret taunted her like high-school bullies, surging an overwhelming complexity of anxiety, guilt, disgust. . .

' ' I can't even. . . Alicia, take my heart rate and blood pressure! ' '

She's gasping for breath on every other exhale. Once strained eyes were sealed shut, similar to how a dam is the fragile floodgates of sheer destruction. Alicia's voice perks up once again;

' ' 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎: 𝟷𝟾𝟶 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚜.
𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 : 𝙷𝙸𝙶𝙷. ' '

Shit. She'll never get away with keeping a cool façade before Julian and Lucas.

A palm desperately taps against her arms, buckled knees trembling to rise once again as a once exasperated breath adopts normality. She doesn't dare uncover her lips, though; not yet. The childhood innocence she was stripped from so youthfully haunted Sasha like an incurable rash. Why was she the one to be taken advantage of?

Mom didn't even know. She's sound in her grave, blissfully unaware.

' 𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚂𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚒𝚝? '

Sasha finally snapped back to somewhat of a reality, she remained silent. But heard nothing.

' ' Alicia. . ? You. . You okay there, girl? ' '

She quietly cooed, gulping down a horribly sick feeling of some disdainful aftertaste down.

" 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝, 𝙼𝚜. 𝚂𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚊. 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎. "

Sasha didn't even speak. A minor nod is all she could show. But with herself calmed, the brunette's eyes fixate on street lamps.

' ' 𝐒𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚 ? ' ' The familiar voice called out infront of her, rushing over quickly and placing his hands onto her shoulders. ' ' 𝐇𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 ? ' '

Sasha suddenly yanked out of his grasp, with a sharp inhale escaping her lips. ' ' Oh. . .Lucas. . .Sorry I'm fine. . .just. . .that meeting with dad was really. . .stressful. . . ' '

Lucas remained silent, he wanted to try and comfort her but for now he kept his distance placing his hands up in the air. ' ' 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. . .𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐒𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚. . .𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. . . ' '

It happened all too quickly. . .the next thing either of them knew. . .an arrow was shot through Lucas' hand, the tip of the arrow begining to blink

' ' Lu. . .cas?. . . ' ' Her eyes were glued to his hand. . .before anyone could say anything else

The tip stopped blinking

' ' KᗩᗷOOᗰ ! ~ ' '

The tip echoed out before bursting infront of them, sending the two flying back away from each other. The only thing Sasha could hear was a loud ringing in her ears, leaning up she could barely make out a girl standing above Lucas with a bow and arrow aimed directly at his head.

' ' ᕼOᗯ Tᕼᗴ ᕼᗴᒪᒪ TᕼᗩT ᑎOT ᗷᒪOᗯ YOᑌᖇ ᕼᗩᑎᗪ Oᖴᖴ ? ᒪᑌᑕKY ᗷᗩᔕTᗩᖇᗪ ! ' ' The girl started to bounce with excitement. ' ' ᔕO ᗯᕼO Tᕼᗴ ᕼᗴᒪᒪ ᗴ᙭ᗩᑕTᒪY ᘜᗩᐯᗴ YOᑌ ᑭᗴᖇᗰIᔕᔕIOᑎ TO ᗷᗴ TᗩᒪKIᑎᘜ TO Tᕼᗴ ᗷOᔕᔕ' ᗪᗩᑌᘜᕼTᗴᖇ ? ᑕᗩᑌᔕᗴ IT ᔕᑌᖇᗴ ᗩᔕ ᕼᗴᒪᒪ ᗯᗩᔕᑎ'T ᕼIᗰ ! ~ ' '

Sasha narrow her eyes, pushing herself up off the ground and charges towards the girl. Wrapping her arms around her from behind and pinning her to the ground. ' ' And who gave 𝒚𝒐𝒖 fuckin permission to try and kill both of us ? ! ' ' She balled her hands up and swings a fist foward causing her hand to get caught in the strings. ' ' The fuck ! ? ' '

The girl start to grunt as she pushes her off. ' ' ᔕO TᕼIᔕ Iᔕ Tᕼᗴ TᕼᗩᑎKᔕ I ᘜᗴT ᖴOᖇ ᕼᗴᒪᑭIᑎᘜ YOᑌ ? ᔕᗩᔕᕼᗩ ᕼOᑎᗴY ᔕTᗴᑭ ᗩᔕIᗪᗴ ᗷᗴᖴOᖇᗴ TᕼIᑎᘜᔕ ᘜᗴT ᑎᗩᔕTY. ᗩᑎᗪ I ᖇᗴᗩᒪᒪY ᗪOᑎ'T ᗯᗩᑎᑎᗩ ᕼᗩᐯᗴ TO ᗷᖇᗴᗩK ᗩᑎY ᗷᗩᗪ ᑎᗴᗯᔕ TO YOᑌᖇ ᗪᗩᗪ ' ' The girl's eyes suddenly began grow a dark mechanical circle around her irises, small sparks of electricity jumping along her body.

Sasha froze. . .what the hell was happening with this chick? She grunts holding out her hands as the small cubes slowly form her pink colored pistol in her hand. ' ' And I really don't want to wipe the fucking floor with you, so now we both have shit we don't want ' ' She kept her eyes locked on with the other female. ' ' You got a name or is "Psycho Bitch" good ? ' '

' ' ᑎOᐯᗩ. TᕼᗩT'ᔕ ᗩᒪᒪ YOᑌ ᘜOTTᗩ KᑎOᗯ ᔕᗯᗴᗴTIᗴ. ᑎOᗯ ᑭᒪᗴᗩᔕᗴ, ᑭᑌT YOᑌᖇ ᒪITTᒪᗴ ᔕᑫᑌᗩᖇᗴᔕ ᗩᗯᗩY ᗩᑎᗪ ᒪᗴT ᗰᗴ KIᒪᒪ TᕼIᔕ ᗰᗩᖇᑕᑌᔕ ᘜᑌY ' '

' ' His name is Lucas. ' '

' ' TᕼᗩT'ᔕ ᗯᕼᗩT I ᔕᗩIᗪ ! ' '

She keeps the barrel locked on her head. ' ' Lucas you got any bright fucking ideas here ? ' ' She looks over towards Lucas who was tying a ripped off piece of his shirt around his injured hand.

' ' 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡. 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡. 𝐎𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 ' ' He was breathing heavily trying not to scream out in pain as he tried relocating any broken bones. ' ' 𝐒𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐈'𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐧𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭. ' '

' ' What ! ? Me ! ? Lucas you know technology better than anyone I know who isn't my fucking father ! ' '

' ' 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒 ' '

Sasha remained silent. . . ' ' You. . .knew me before. . .jail ? ' '

' ' 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚, 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 ! 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 ! ' ' he stands up backing away from the scene as he treats his hand

' ' I. . .Right. . .

Alright, Nova

Bring it on, Bitch ' '

' ' ᕼᗴ'ᔕ ᖇᗴᗴᗴᗴᗴᗴᗩᒪᒪY ᑎOT ᘜOᑎᑎᗩ ᗷᗴ ᕼᗩᑭᑭY

ᗷᑌT Iᖴ YOᑌ'ᖇᗴ ᔕO IᑎᔕIᔕTᗩᑎT Oᑎ ᕼᗩᐯIᑎᘜ YOᑌᖇ ᗩᔕᔕ KIᑕKᗴᗪ Tᕼᗴᑎ I ᔕᑌᑭᑭOᔕᗴ I ᑕᗩᑎ ᗰᗩKᗴ ᗪO ᗯITᕼ TᕼᗩT. . .TIᗰᗴ TO ᑭᑌT ᗩ ᗷᖇᗩT Iᑎ ᕼᗴᖇ ᑭᒪᗩᑕᗴ ' '