Chapter 23

Hearing that voice sent chills down his spine while the voice said " Oh come now, you do know it's rude to keep a girl waiting don't ya? Eh? Hehehehehe" giggling sadistically, now his face became emotionless as he answered

"Where is he?" The voice hummed while he could hear a strained breathing in the background, making his eyes narrow as he finally figured out that this may be the one that was responsible for the disappearance of Godwin.

"Now now, slow your horses darling we are just getting started now don't worry about your friend he's safe and sound I just want to meet you, so what do you say? No violence needed....agreed?" The female voice said on the line, now he may had been an average marine joe in his previous life but he was not a fool either. Because he can obviously smell a trap just through the phone, not wanting to alert the voice of his knowledge of this being a trap he agreed asking for the location of the meeting.

{Be there at the pier at the southern district there you will see a warehouse, at 2:00 a.m on the dot, see ya ;) } was sent to him as a message. Now that he knew that Godwin was captured he left Lucy under the care of a nanny he hired while he went to the location, the warehouse was very old with the signs of decomposition none the less he went there waiting on the gates. The warehouse stood as a desolate cathedral of shadows, its cavernous space echoing with the whispers of a dark encounter. Jacob, followed the twisted trail of chaos that led him here. Little did he know, this was a trap carefully laid by the Unknown female.

As Jacob burst through the dilapidated door, he was met with a chilling scene. Godwin, his best friend, was ensnared in a web of malevolence, a cruel smile playing upon her lips as she cast a glance at the approaching figure. The unknown female emerged from the shadows, a vision of madness and maleficence.

" Jaaakkiieeeee!!! Honey bun! There you are, Godwin here was telling me about the epic fights you had with the kryptonians now that's impressive hehehehehe." Was said out loud while he was entering inside he saw Godwin trapped in a cage with the Anti-Meta cuffs behind his back, other than some bruises here or there he was relatively fine. Well as fine as one could be while his cage was dangling above the boiling greenish chemical mixture.

"Come closer, I don't bite...well unless you like it you kinky boyo hehehehehe." Said a figure covered in shadows slowly stepping out of the shadows to reveal a face he did not expect in the dim light, her visage triggered a shockwave of memories in Jacob's mind. The twisted smile, the manic eyes—it all mirrored the face of someone he had lost during the war, a comrade who had fallen in the war he fought against. The shock of recognition paralyzed him for a moment, the weight of the past crashing down upon him.

The unknown female reveled in the realization that danced in Jacob's eyes. "Oh, dear Jacob," she crooned, her voice a discordant melody. "Do you like my new look? It's amazing how a mere visage can bring back memories, isn't it?"

Jacob's voice wavered as he stammered, "Milly?!?! What!!! How!!!.... How are you here?!?! Why didn't you tell me?!? I thought you were dead!!!!" The expression of shock on his face was priceless, Making the The female now know as Milly to look at him in pity " Oh Bo Ho! Big boy, why so sad I'm back now aren't I?" Making him shake his head " No you where bleeding out in my arms, I was with you as you drew your last breath.... How are you alive?"

The Jester's laughter cut through the tension. "Why's and how's are trivial, my darling. What I want, however, is to see the spark of chaos ignite within you."

She gestured theatrically, and Godwin's eyes pleaded with Jacob, a silent cry for salvation.

"Let's make a deal, Jacob," she suggested, her eyes gleaming with sadistic delight. "I'll spare him if you dance this twisted waltz with me."

The emotional storm within Jacob surged as he pleaded, "Please, Milly, there's no need for this. Let him go. We can find another way."

She merely chuckled, as if amused by his futile attempts at reason. "Oh, sweet Jacob, reason is overrated. Let's embrace the chaos together."

The fight erupted like a tempest, a clash of titans within the dimly lit confines of the warehouse. Every movement was a calculated dance, a deadly ballet that mirrored the madness that fueled Milly's every step.

The initial exchange of blows was fast and furious. Jacob, fueled by a mix of determination and the memories of his fallen comrade, moved with blinding speed. Milly, agile and unpredictable, dodged and countered with an almost supernatural grace.

Their movements became a symphony of violence, a dance of combat that spoke of ancient grudges and twisted connections. Jacob unleashed his enhanced strength, each blow carrying the weight of lost comrades and a world scarred by conflict. Milly, however, reveled in the chaos, her sadistic glee evident in every smirk.

As Jacob lunged forward, Milly sidestepped gracefully, delivering a swift kick that sent him sprawling. The pain was not just physical; it was an echo of the emotional turmoil that festered within him. She circled him like a predator closing in on wounded prey, her laughter slicing through the air.

"Ah, Jacob, my love, this dance is intoxicating," she mused, her eyes glinting with a disturbing mix of infatuation and cruelty. "I can feel the pulse of chaos within you, and I juuuusst love it!!"

Jacob gritted his teeth, rising from the ground with a renewed determination. The fight intensified, each blow resonating with the echoes of the past and the agony of the present.

Their battle reached its zenith, the clash of forces creating shockwaves that reverberated through the warehouse. In a moment of desperation, Jacob tapped into the Asgardian powers that surged within him. He unleashed a torrent of energy, momentarily gaining the upper hand.

But victory proved elusive. Milly, infuriated by her temporary setback, tapped into an unearthly well of power. She retaliated with a ferocity that caught Jacob off guard, a sadistic glimmer in her eyes.

The fight became a blur of motion, each strike carrying the weight of an entire history. Jacob fought with a relentless determination, his every move fueled by the memories of his fallen comrades. Milly, however, danced with a calculated madness, her attacks a macabre performance.

In a final, desperate maneuver, Jacob unleashed a surge of speed force, overwhelming Milly momentarily. He reached Godwin, breaking the cage and bonds that held him captive.

But victory was fleeting. Milly, undeterred by her momentary defeat, harnessed an unholy burst of manic energy. With a mocking smile, she vanished into the shadows, leaving Jacob emotionally scarred and Godwin weakened but alive.

The warehouse fell into an eerie silence, broken only by the labored breaths of the combatants. Jacob cradled Godwin in his arms, the weight of the encounter etched into every line of his face.

Milly's twisted laughter echoed in his mind, a haunting reminder of the chaos she had sown. As Jacob carried Godwin out of the warehouse, he knew that the scars from this encounter ran deeper than any physical wound. The Jester had not just wounded him; she had torn open old wounds, exposing the raw emotions that he had fought to bury.

The night air was heavy with a sense of foreboding as Jacob vowed to track down Milly. The dance between them was far from over, and the emotional scars would serve as a relentless reminder of the twisted game they had played—a game that blurred the lines between love and chaos, leaving Jacob with a heart heavy with both loss and a determination to bring an end to the madness that haunted him from his previous lifetime.