143 Survive

Juan wanted until Mrs. Cloud was right next to her body and looked up into her eyes.

"Are you going to play dead?" Mrs. Cloud asked as she peered down at Juan.

Juan pursed her lips, they quivered before she smiled. "I would never."

She pulled up her leg into a ball position and before Mrs. Cloud could react, she kicked her in the face with her leg. There was a little crack that came from Mrs. Cloud's nose. 

Juan grinned. "Look at that~ little Mrs. Perfect got hurt."

Mrs. Cloud's fist clenched. "Watch your words. I'm trying my best not to become the person I wedded, who now sits in a jail like a delinquent serving his much needed jail time," She looked up at Juan with pleading eyes, "please don't make me kill you."

Juan shivered, a shock running down her spine. She was horrified. There was something in that pleading face, something so threatening, something unusual in that stare. Something that screamed run away, that sent waves of fear down her spine to her legs, setting them on fire. Some psychopathic, something craving blood.

It was more than killing intent, it was craving death. It was craving to kill, craving to watch her scream in fear and slowly seep into death. 

There was something very wrong about the Cloud family. She couldn't tell if it were their eyes or their chilling minds. She did know, however, that her fight or flight signal was on. It was on fire. She needed to get out of here. Death was so close.

Juan stood up immediately and stepped backward, slowly making an arch around Mrs. Cloud. She watched Mrs. Cloud's hand as it twitched violently. It was almost like it was craving to rip something apart. It wanted to rip Juan apart. 

Juan was frozen, having nowhere to run. She could run back into the building but that was like running back directly back into the hot embrace of hell. She had never felt so vulnerable in her life. Every wall, every gate, was like the walls of a tall cage that would never let her out in her life. 

"Hey," Mrs. Cloud called out. 

Juan jumped, fear running through her.

Mrs. Cloud stood up and stretched, her hand traveling up to her twisted nose and pushing it back into shape. There was a sickening crack from the nose being set back in place. 

She turned and looked directly at the secretary who trembled immediately. 

���Hey, don't look away when I'm talking to you," Mrs. Cloud suggested. 

Her secretary nodded furiously, her lips and body quivering as she replied stiffly. She knew her answer now. Mrs. Cloud didn't have bodyguards to shield her from attacks or from people that could potentially kill or harm her. She didn't need protection, in fact, she could protect herself better than all of her bodyguards protecting her altogether. Her bodyguards couldn't even protect her if they wanted. They were terrified of her.

There was only one reason they were always with her. It was not to protect her, but to protect others from her. 

Mrs. Cloud was an erratic being. She had an immense amount of patience and would do everything she could to never get annoyed at anyone. She was incredibly talented. Beautiful, intelligent, and calm. She was also slightly scarred and had severe anger issues that led to intense erratic behavior. 

She would not hesitate to kill, she wouldn't hesitate to cut off any unnecessary ties and would not hesitate to burn that person to ashes.

She was not one to sit down and have tea with on a Sunday afternoon, the tension would be too thick to swallow anything and she certainly one to not be listened to. Especially on purpose. It was a trigger point for her one that could only be pulled once because after that one, if that person lived to tell the tale, they wouldn't the next time. 

The secretary forced herself to lock eyes with Mrs. Cloud. 'How different her gaze is now…' she thought to herself as she glanced into the violet violent waves in her eyes. 'God she's terrifying.'

"Open the gates," Mrs. Cloud called out.

The secretary flinched. 

Mrs. Cloud tilted her head back up, her expression turning into an amused one. "Do I have to say it twice?"

The secretary turned, immediately heading for the front gates control room. The bodyguards followed closely behind her. 

Mrs. Cloud turned to Juan, sending waves of paralyzing fear to her mind. Her face curled up into a smile. "Hey."

Juan didn't know how to reply but simply showed that she was listening by locking eyes with Mrs. Cloud. 

"Run," Mrs. Cloud suggested. She cracked her fingers one by one. "Never return to these walls. If you do, you better be in deadly conditions. I don't care whether you have to purposefully break your legs or arms or claw at your skin or stab yourself."

Juan flinched at the terrible options in action.

Mrs. Cloud paused for a moment, looking down on her hand, and cracked her fist as a whole. "I don't care what you do, but make sure you're on the brink of death the next time you face me. Because if you aren't-" She looked up at Juan and smiled innocently. "I'll put you on the brink of death myself and I'll make sure you never survive."

Juan flinched once again. There was nothing else she could do but tremble. Her legs refused to move, her lips could only quiver and her arms were numb. Her entire body was aching from the attacks dealt earlier by Mrs. Cloud. Now that she thought about it, did she ever even have a chance of winning? No, she didn't. 

Mrs. Cloud had always been at the top. 

Every time she had managed to fool herself into thinking that she had defended herself from Mrs. Cloud, she was immediately proved incorrect and topped by a trick she had tried to pull on Mrs. Cloud. 'No, that's incorrect,' Juan thought to herself, 'she never needed to. There was never a moment in which I was superior.'

Mrs. Cloud had never needed to find an alternative to her attacks. The ones that Juan fell for were her attacks. 

She had predicted the exact way that Juan would react and then created two plans from it, one that she had originally had in her mind and a simple one on top of it that masks up any sign of an additional plan. 

The more Juan thought about it, the more eerily clearer it became. The entire time, she wasn't fighting Mrs. Cloud, she was simply being suppressed, constantly pushed to the ground after standing up. Mrs. Cloud was trying not to hurt her further than she needed to. Her taunts were ways of telling her to stay on the ground rather than to stand up and fight. 

'Ah… I've fallen right into her plan… but…' Juan thought to herself. 'There was probably a moment in there that Mrs. Cloud was losing control of her mind.'

Juan thought back on the moments that came before her. She had already established to herself that even her attack on Mrs. Cloud was allowed to hit her. When she thought back on that move, Mrs. Cloud's hands were free the entire time and her eyes had followed her foot for a second before turning back to face Juan. There was no way she couldn't have blocked that kick. It wasn't a way to hurt her, but rather a way to wake her up from the dark side taking over. 

She had purposefully let herself get hit in order to make sure she didn't lose consciousness. 

Juan trembled. She felt so foolish now that she was realizing all of these things. She felt so dumb, so incredibly dumb at the fact that she had actually thought she had a chance to win. 'Can you not put two and two together?!' Juan scolded herself, 'You've seen the son yourself and you've seen the father and heard of how many people he killed, and yet when you looked at the wife, you immediately thought that she would somehow be weak? That you could easily ruin her? Don't fool yourself.'

Juan looked up at Mrs. Cloud, making sure not to actually bring her attention to her.

'What made you think that the mastermind that was taking care of this place would be a princess with a silver spoon in her mouth?' Juan looked away from Mrs. Cloud, 'it takes a psycho to know one, it takes a monster to raise a monster, it takes a devil to look after hell.'

'Ha..' Juan thought to herself, a little smile passed on her face. She was thankful. Glad she had hit the demon, thankful that she had run away in the end, thankful that she had been allowed to live.