Old Days Break Free [ON HOLD]

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️⚠️ WARNING!!! R-18 CONTENT WITH MENTION OF GUN, DEATH, VIOLENCE, ANGST, AND BLOOD THAT IS NOT SUITABLE FOR KIDS. ⚠️

The War - 1

No one's POV

At Athena's hospital, Lorraine remained at her cousin's side, lost in the labyrinth of her thoughts.

The night she returned with food, both Athena and Samantha were gone, leaving without a trace. Jamaica had been the one to inform her that they had urgent matters to attend to, but it only deepened Lorraine’s curiosity.

What could possibly be more pressing than resolving the death of Jezreel, Samantha’s beloved wife?

That question gnawed at Lorraine’s mind, lingering even into the next morning as she tended to Veronica and Chandria’s child, unable to shake the unsettling feeling growing within her.

Elsewhere, far beneath a seemingly ordinary factory, lay a massive underground chamber.

On the surface, the factory appeared like a perfectly functional, well-oiled machine with a team of workers dutifully performing their tasks.

But below, in the shadows of the hidden room, Samantha and Athena trained with lethal focus.

It was an image that seemed out of place to Athena—seeing Samantha, the woman she had always known as soft-spoken and gentle, handling weapons with frightening ease and lethal precision.

Samantha wasn't just adept with guns; she was fluid in martial arts, moving with the grace of a dancer but with the brutal efficiency of a warrior.

Her movements, a combination of two martial arts styles simultaneously, left even Athena speechless.

For so long, Athena had believed that Samantha was the very embodiment of innocence.

Her kind demeanor, the softness in her words, and her gentle approach to the world had painted an image of a woman untainted by violence.

But now, witnessing Samantha decimate five prisoners, including the notorious Cordelia, with such calculated ruthlessness, Athena’s perception of her shattered completely.

As the training session came to an end, Samantha turned, her expression cold and detached.

She let the magazines of her twin airsoft guns fall to the floor with a sharp metallic sound, echoing in the silent underground chamber.

"Woah... When did you learn to do that?" Athena’s voice cracked with shock, her eyes wide with disbelief as Samantha strode toward her.

Normally, Samantha would have accepted the compliment with a smile or a nod, but today, her heart was too heavy for such trivialities.

Her mind was consumed by a singular, burning desire: to avenge Jezreel.

"The firing or the martial arts?" Samantha asked, her voice a chilling monotone.

Her eyes, once warm and inviting, now held a distant, almost dangerous edge.

Athena could only follow her gaze, the weight of the atmosphere pressing down on them both. She silently handed Samantha a towel.

"Thanks," Samantha muttered, taking it and wiping the sweat from her brow and neck with deliberate slowness.

"Both," Athena finally answered, though her thoughts were elsewhere—marveling at Samantha’s physique, the strength and curves of her body.