Admiration

Alice was triggered hard by Marcos words, but I wouldn't say that was such a bad thing. It would always be very easy to hurt certain people with certain words, Alice was one of them.

I'm thinking, why is it considered a bad thing to use that on your enemies then? The guilty needed to be punished. Which was unfortunately not always possible to be done publicly. 

Nothing satisfactory, no matter how people try to convince me. 

Alice now would be happier because she had a small part of her revenge by her own hands. As for me, I'll destroy Marcos whenever I can. 

Slowly, agonizingly, and even disgustingly in some eyes. 

But I never cared about the opinion of others. 

Especially since now, I have a supporter. 

I shoved the gun into the laughing Chris' hand and pushed my hair back. He was with me, and no matter what his motive was, he most likely would never abandon me. 

It was just a gut feeling. My gut feeling always worked with me, it was pretty accurate. 

"See? That's how you do it," I lazily pointed at Marcos' palm, then tapped at his chest, "As you can see, so easy and clean. The only problem is the wriggling worm under us. If we dealt with some of its tendons, maybe it would stop moving altogether."

My last sentence was not above a whisper, Marcos struggled to shoot a distress and vengeful glare at me. 

But what made my stomach churn was that his eyes finally regained some of the love, the passion, he had for us. Or, for Alice to be more specific. 

He hated me because I'm boring, now you're interesting enough for sure… 

Letting our true hidden self made this man interested again. Alice, don't you see? He's so superficial. He doesn't love you for real. 

He was probably thinking I may back down. 

But oh you poor boy, if your brother was who I think he is, would he spare you after being provoked like this? 

I gave him a charming smile and returned back to the bed. 

"I am tired, take this out of here or do it here if you wish. One thing though, stay quiet. I don't appreciate trash polluting my precious ears."

"You are quite interesting, Mei. I really am so pleased with our meeting more than anything."

Christ said that, and instead of focusing on him, I realized how I've been switching with his nickname just as I wish. Between Chris and Christ. What was even the correct one anymore? 

I stifled my laughter. Shhh, Mei, not now. 

On the other hand, Marcos growled and moved his vicious gaze to Christopher. 

"Who the hell is that Mei? A nickname you gave to that bitch?"

Oops, are you showing how bad our relationship to the point 'I' didn't tell you about my name? 

You are just digging your own grave. Especially not forgetting how you keep calling me those lovely pet names. Chris' patience is also running out, I won't help you dear~

I taunted internally while giving him a face. Die, bitch, I don't really care but hitting a dead body isn't interesting or fun at all. 

I wanted to feel his reaction slowly as I'm taking my revenge. 

It had been a while since I showed my true colors. 

Chris hummed softly and looked down on Marcos, he stayed silent for a long time, confusing both of us. 

But his words after it were nothing but gems hahahahah. 

"Not a nickname someone like you can use, that's for sure. Can you politely shut up? Your mouth is reeking with a stench. How many have you eaten to smell like that?"

The vague meaning made me laugh despite myself, my head ached and I had to stop, though. This illness was killing me slowly at that rate. 

I wanted to get rid of it, somehow. But unable to. I need to rest for now. 

"You bastard…!"

That insult seemed to hit Chris harder than what I thought, because right after it, Marcos had to kiss the floor with a bloody mouth. 

I concealed my reaction and silently pondered why this insult may mean so much to him. I didn't dare to joke around, his face was too dark. 

Maybe he was truly one…? 

Half brothers, that make sense. But hearing that word must've been hurting when it came from Marcos for another reason. 

Maybe it was the pain of being rejected by your 'family', no one can blame you for hating them after it. 

I almost hated Alice to death, I understand that feeling. 

And Alice almost hated her mother to death. 

Our past was not the best, it was not the brightest, yet we kept on smiling. We dipped into a dark path at once and then got pulled back towards the light. 

Life was like that. Though, I suppose we could say we are being dragged down again after meeting Chris. 

He was quite dangerous, every move, every gesture, I was able to see it. He was one of us. The darklings, we were cut from the same cloth. 

Closing my eyes, I stopped thinking. Now was not the time to theorize or ponder over some possibilities. Chris will deal with Marcos and I just have to ask about it later. All I need is to close my eyes. 

I heard the punching, the groans and muffled screams of pain. But it only brought a smile to my face. 

I leaned back to the bed and was ready to sleep, treating the noise as nothing but music to my ears. 

Mei, aren't you scared? What if Christopher tried to do something…? 

He won't, although he bit my neck, that was most likely nothing but teasing. Everything is okay, Alice. 

If he wanted to do more, he wouldn't wait for me to sleep or get weak. Everything he showed until now is clear signs of that. 

Instead of taking a damsel in distress, he very much would choose the bully who put her in that distress. 

Is this the time for dark humor…? 

Bruh, I am not even joking. You can notice from his attitude earlier. Telling him to shoot Marcos and showing my rebellious self made him excited, but when he thought I'd back down, he lost interest. 

He's not into a girl who would only struggle by silence. 

Even if he was into us, he's not taking us in that shameful way. 

And I admire that greatly.