𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞 || 𝐗-𝐌𝐄𝐍 ||

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏

˗ˏˋ꒰🃏꒱

𝐋𝐚𝐬 𝐕𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫

Milo sat at the table in John Wraith's fitness center, casually chatting with Marlow Cassidy, John's girlfriend. The two were laughing, the conversation light and relaxed.

Suddenly, John entered the room with two people beside him. "Guys, this is Logan and Harper," he announced, his tone casual.

Milo's eyes widened in shock. She turned to face them, her heart skipping a beat. Her gaze landed on her brother, Logan, standing next to their mutual friend, Harper. They looked different, older, but the connection was undeniable.

"Milo?" Logan muttered, his voice soft but laced with disbelief. He hadn't expected to see her here, of all places.

"Logan?" Milo whispered, her breath catching in her throat. The years, the distance—they all melted away in that moment.

Logan stepped forward slightly, his gaze narrowing in confusion. "What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice tinged with surprise.

Milo crossed her arms, her expression firm as she met his eyes. "I live in Las Vegas, that's what I'm doing here. What are you doing here?" she shot back, her tone sharp but with a hint of curiosity.

Logan's face hardened. "I'm looking for Victor. He... he killed my girlfriend," he said, his voice dark and laced with pain.

Milo glanced at Harper, catching the silent tension between her friend and brother, before turning back to Logan. The weight of his words hung in the air, and the familiar name of Victor only deepened the unease in the room.

Before anyone could respond, John looked at his watch. "Fred should be here by now. Come on," John said, patting Logan on the back, trying to lighten the tension.

Without another word, John led the way to the main area, and everyone followed, the mood somber as they moved toward whatever awaited them next.

The group arrived at the fighting ring and immediately saw someone relentlessly punching Fred in the belly. Fred, a large man, barely flinched under the hits, but the trainer kept shouting.

"Come on, Fred! If you wanna get in shape, you gotta move, man! I told him, he's got to move! He's gotta move!" John called out with a grin, his arms crossed.

Everyone turned to look at John, raising eyebrows at his commentary. "What?" John shrugged, holding his hands up defensively.

Before anyone could react further, Fred finally grew tired of the assault. With a grunt, he grabbed the person attacking him, lifted them effortlessly, and hurled them across the ring.

The group watched as the body flew toward them. In a split second, Logan stepped forward, placing his hands on Harper's hips and pulling her down with him.

Everyone crouched just in time as the flying person sailed over their heads, landing with a heavy thud behind them.

As the group stood up and watched the person collide with the wall, Logan quipped, "Fred Dukes? That looks like the creature that ate Fred Dukes." Fred, unfazed, sipped on his slushie.