Aiden’s P.O.V.Started!
“Did she say that she just got started? Damn Mason, who are you mated too? Female-Hulk?” I mind-link Mason and in return, I just get a chuckle from his direction, its loud enough for Bella to hear and grab her attention. She swiftly turns towards him and says sternly, “It’s good to know that you find this situation amusing Macey.” The way she says it, anyone can guess that it’s her No-Nonsense tone. Mason’s expression turns hard as his body stiffens when he realizes that he is caught red-handed by his own She-Hulk herself.
I’m busy getting entertained by their cute yet terrifying one-sided quarrel, when I hear Mason say, “It was Aiden, he said something that made me do it woman. If you want to kill someone than kill him.”
Kill him?
“What the hell Mason? Don’t pull me in this one, you did it all by yourself. I have no hand in this Bella; I swear” is my quick response. Bella gives me a once-over right before Mason blurts, “He called you the Female-Hulk”
Oh Shit! I’m dead.
Panic starts to rise within me by each passing second as I think of her reaction towards my stupid comment, but to my surprise, she chuckles and shuffles my hair as she says, “I’ll take that as a compliment Aiden, though I would have loved it more if you called me Female Captain America. I mean you can’t deny the fact that he is SEXYYYYY!” stretching the word sexy a little more than it was required. I couldn’t help the mile that forms on my face as I think, why can’t I have a mate like her.
Her hand movement suddenly stops as she stares at me for a second and then I hear her say, “You never know, maybe you’ll find someone beautiful and more amazing than me. I expect nothing less for you from the Moon Goddess Aidy.” How did she hear me and when her lips didn’t move, then how the fuck did she…
Shit.
How can I forget that she can talk to people through her touch! She chuckles as she pinches my cheek once and moves back towards the culprit or should I say the victim of her torture. Though he deserves it, I still think ripping his head off would have been easier that what’s happening here.
It’s Scary and Disgusting and Stinky, all at the same time.
Isabella’s P.O.V.Talk about weird.
Yeah, that’s what it felt when I heard Aiden think that why can’t I be his? The answer to that, I think is because I already belong to Mason like he does to me and I’m very happy and satisfied with it. The first thing that popped up in my mind after I heard that was, I already have awkwardness between Caleb and I, because of the same reasons, now I don’t want to add up people to it please. Aiden is a very nice guy, a fully grown mature man and I hope he gets mated to a woman who knows his importance and treats him right; because this man right here is an Angel of a human or should I say werewolf and deserves the world.
I’m still thinking about Aiden’s little bomb that he dropped earlier when I hear a clear of throat right behind me and from the scent and the Goosebumps rising on my skin, I can say that it’s Mason. I turn my head a little and ask, “Yes Macey?” He rests his hand on my shoulder as he asks, “Are you okay love? What happened, you look a little distracted?” The moment he raised his hand, I knew what he wanted the skin contact for, he wanted to know my thoughts and that is the exact moment when I block him out of my mind. I know it’s wrong to hide it from him but from how much I know Mason, I can guarantee that he will go and face Aiden about it; and end up ruining his friendship over stupid things. But when I block my thoughts, I can feel the suspicion rising in him as he narrows his eyes looking at me and then at Aiden who is oblivious to what’s going on over here.
When it gets too much for him, he asks, “What are you hiding from me Bella?”
Did he just call me Bella?
Definitely, he is pissed now. I just shrug his assumption as I say, “Nothing Macey.” My words are like knives on his heart as he pulls away from me with a very pissed of expression and turns to leave, not just the spot but from the fire in his eyes, I could say, maybe the room or even the property. I grab his wrist in a hard hold which makes him turn towards me and as I thought, he was pissed; so to calm him down, I do the next most eligible thing and that is I pivot. I mind-link him saying, “It’s nothing like what you’re thinking Macey. I’m his Luna and he respects me as much as he does to you, so calm down a little and don’t drop down to your assumptions.” Mason relaxes a bit but he is still curious when he asks, “Then why won’t you tell me what did he say?” I’m about to give him a piece of my mind when we hear someone clear their throat, that person being Blake who is staring between me and Mason and our conjoined hands. I look at him and then turn my attention towards my mate as I mind-link him, “How about you relax a bit now and we’ll talk about this later.” Mason nods and drops a subtle kiss on my head as he goes back to his place by the door and keeps an eye on my work, while I turn back to my pending work.
Finally!
Mason’s P.O.V.I know she is hiding something and I will get it out of her and if not her, than him; but in the end I will. I stand back at my place when I look at her, and her eyes are trained on the culprit’s body, he is almost dead due to all the burns and the torturous salt that is making his wound rot quicker; the room smells like rotten meat already and if we all weren’t used to all of this, all of us would have puked our guts out by now.
When we were younger, we were trained to handle this stench and it was taught to us by locking us in a room with lots of dead animal corpses. The animals would slowly decompose and end up getting maggots which was followed by this deadly stench. Initially we were locked up in that condition for two weeks after a time span of every six months; so that we would get used to it. Later on, we were kept in that cellar for a week every month and than two days every week, until we got used to it and survived without puking our guts out. By surviving there, I mean that we were given our lunches there and we had to eat it in that same stench and then try to hold up the puke for as long as possible, the one who puked first had to keep everyone else’s puke as well. During all those years of training, we were tortured enough by our Warrior head who had full support of our dads; that is exactly where we toughened up.
But looking at Bella, no one could say that she is as tough as us and from what I’ve heard from Matt, she wasn’t even trained like us. She is a hard-worker and is what she is, all because of it.
God! I love this woman.
Isabella’s P.O.V.I’m looking at a rotten piece of meat lying in front of me right now; a disgustingly destroyed piece of stinky meat that I suppose won’t be eaten by animals now as well. His front body is decomposing at a faster rate and the fact that he is alive sucks even more, because he can feel himself being eaten alive and can’t do much about it. His clean back is very taunting as if it’s mocking me saying, “Look bitch, I’m still in one piece here; what even are you doing?” and I plan to answer it in a very pleasing manner.
The grin that forms on my face is malevolence and the boys have their eyes glued on me as they wait for me to instruct them further about their work. I stoop down to my shoe level and remove the knife that’s stuck in my shoes for emergency work like this one; it’s my favorite one.
The Obsidian.
Looking at the knife in my heart and from where it was retrieved, Blake asks, “What do you plan to do with that?” concern evident in his tone, which baffles me a little so I ask; “You’re concerned about this bastard Blakey?” He moves his attention from the knife towards my face and gulps before answering, “No, I’m worried about all of our sanity Bella and my sleep.” I give him a questioning look with a raised eyebrow and he continues, “I think I’m going to have nightmares after this one.” I smirk as I say, “Count me in with you.”
“What?” comes Mason’s voice, I just shake my head as a small smile dances on my lips. When he doesn’t get his answer back, he asks again, “What do you mean by that Bella?”
Blake is the one to continue “Yeah, what do you mean by count me in as well?” all this while Aiden is just staring at me with something dancing in his eyes, something that I am not able to point out. Just when I’m about to answer them, Aiden speaks, “She gets them too, the nightmares. This haunts her as well, doesn’t it Bella?”
I nod to approve his assumptions when Mason crosses the room and wraps his arms around me as he asks, “Since when?” I look at him, the care and concern in his eyes melts me a little as I say, “Since Forever.” Mason stiffens at my words and I continue, “I’m used to them now, they don’t worry me anymore love. Relax” as I rub my palms on his arms to warm him up to the idea a little.
Everyone is silent and it starts to get awkward, so to lighten the mood I say, “Enough with all this, Mason go stand in that corner and you two” I say pointing towards Blake and Aiden, “If you two distract me one more time from my task at hand, I’m throwing you out of here.” I turn to look at Mason as I say, “Same goes for you” narrowing my eyes at him to give him a clear message. He raises his hands up to show that he surrenders to my demands and I move back to the boys.
“I am going to slice him skin off and you guys will continue to do the same like you were doing; just do it a little faster. I don’t think he is going to stay alive for too long and the idea here, is to make him feel the pain before he dies. I hope you get that!” I say, addressing the boys and they nod in unison. I take that as approval and start my work.
Pinching his skin just above him wing bone, I make a small incision for the knife to enter, as soon as the knife enters; I leave the skin and place my palm on his flattened back. Slowly moving the knife around, I put enough pressure on the skin to make sure that the knife stays at a proper angle to only peel his skin of and not harm his muscle tissues or cut open his veins.
A good 10 minutes later, a large sheet of skin is over lapped over my hand as his wing bones are now revealed open. I look at the boys and notice that Aiden’s eyes are focused on my knife whereas Blake has an open mouth as he looks at the revealed muscles tissues.
I clear my throat and bring them back to this world; Aiden starts his work whereas Blake is still staring, so I ask him myself, “What happened Blake, are you okay?”
“Yes, it’s just that I never knew; there are so many miniature pipelines under our skin. I don’t want to forget this picture ever” is his male, Blake-style reply. His reply amuses all of us as a lot of chuckles are heard echoing throughout the room. I shake my head and say, “Take a picture then, it will last longer but do what you are supposed to; we don’t have all day brother.”
“Yes ma’am” he says in a authoritive voice as he takes his phone out and clicks a few pictures and then once when he is satisfied with the images, he starts with his work.
Around 40 minutes later, I’m done with his back, the result looks like a human skeleton with the attached muscle tissues which are burning from all the citric acid and salt. A few groans can still be heard from Jackson’s mouth and it gives rise to a proud smile on my face. A few minutes later the boys are done with their work as well and I hint them to turn him back again but slowly. My warning to them is, “You don’t want to know what is going on down there and especially you don’t want it splattered all over you either. So be careful.”
They do take it seriously and slowly turn him over, the moment they settle him down and their eyes pop out of their eye sockets. I ignore their reaction as I go to clean my hands, I’m almost done with it, when I hear Aiden say, “His wounds are shining and breathing on their own, how the fuck is that even possible.” I walk back towards them and see Blake is looking at Jackson’s wound from a very closer distance, I warn him, “I wouldn’t go so closer, if I were you Blakey.”
“I just want to know how…. Oh man GROSS” are his words which are enough for me to realize that he did get a sneak peak of the results of what I or should I say that we did to Mills. His words grab Aiden’s attention and he moves closer as well, placing his hand on Blake’s shoulder, when Blake shrugs him off shouting, “Gross! Don’t touch me man.” Aiden is a little baffled as he asks, “What the hell man?”
Blake has a disgusted face as he replies with, “You’ll know when you see it yourself.” Aiden moves closer to Mills to get a closer look and soon his expression turns horrid as he mumbles something which would have been inaudible to human ears but clear enough for us and his words are, “They got WORMS”
“Those are maggots Aidy, not just some worms” I retort back, my answer baffles Mason as he speed walks towards Jackson and sees himself. Once he gets a look at it, he turns to me and asks, “How did you..?”
I cannot hold the smirk that rises up on my face as I look at all their questioning faces. I lean by the door as I start explaining, “The acid burned his skin and tissues were torn open by it, as Natural phenomenon, the WBC started fighting for repair but the citric acid didn’t allow it to do so and when the salt was added, the wound tore up even more and then destroyed the only option of repairing, the WBC’s couldn’t heal his wound anymore and ammonia was up for consumption. When the wound was open for so long, micro-organisms started settling in, decomposing it and since the wounds were wide enough with deposits of ammonia, the contamination in the air including the flies, fed on it; which led to deposition of those organisms that turned into maggots. The maggots turn into adults within a few minutes and laid their eggs. You might find it astonishing but did you know, their reproduction cycle requires lesser time than cooking a meal for one. So moving forward, when we were busy skinning him alive, they reproduced all this while feeding on his flesh and killing him slowly. Now we just wait for another minute or so and he will be taking his last breath right in front of you. So I suggest, enjoy your kill while he lasts boys.”
As soon as my ranting stops, we hear deep breaths being taken by none other than Mills himself, his body starts convulsing because of the maggots entering his major organs and stopping the blood supply. Soon enough we hear him screech in a muffled tone and take his last breath. The moment his breathing stops, I say, “So I guess I’m done here, you’re free to do whatever you want with his body” waving my hand towards his now dead body as I continue, “but if you’re up for some suggestions, I suggest you don’t feed him to the animals. We wouldn’t want the animals to be harmed by that wicked acid now, do we?” With a satisfied smile of my own, I move forward and turn to give them all a final wave as I leave the cellar and back to the pack house thinking that,
This was FUN!