[SICARIO]
[Fifty-six months ago]
A lot was happening at the same time in Sicario and it was going to be a little too hard to press them all at once. It was the kind of madness that even the mentally unstable and the insane ones would want to be a part of. It was that bad.
In the arcade, Jer and Dom were still playing their games, competing with each other as their lives depended on it. It was nothing new, and the forced state of their mind was to be expected from people who took pride in claiming they were the best of the best.
In the gym, Awuor was training, only to trip and fall to the ground. Her first instinct was that she had been tripped on the oil by her warriors, but even before she could process it, she was knocked unconscious.
Still in the gym, Razia made sure to erase the young wolf's memories of her past hour, and then portaled her unconscious body to the alphas suite, where Eniola was lying dead.
The blood had begun drying off, but with a little spell, Razia was able to make it seem so fresh. It was the perfect setup for someone who was supposed to be murdered in less than ten minutes or even five.
Razia then used her magic to force Awuor's claws out, and she strategically dragged the girl so it would seem like her claws were deep into the Sicario Luna's neck. Time was a cruel setup, but the two birds with one stone, right?
With the stage set, Razia made herself invisible as she waited for ten more minutes before she undid the spell she had cast on Awuor, instantly waking the girl up, right when the room darkened so she couldn't see anything.
"Let the games begin," Razia said to herself as she sat at the corner, and waited to see how this would play out. She knew this was sinister, but then the moon goddess created a girl who was capable of wiping out her entire family wasn't good either, right?
This was the balance the universe needed, no?
"Aaahh," Razia heard Awuor sigh as she tried to take in where she was. The girl was confused and Razia was excitedly watching her. She knew that the girl had t been feeling a little crazy at the moment.
She had to have a headache from the way Razia had hit her so hard. It was almost like she had intended to kill the girl but she still needed her for the plan to work. Oh, but Razia was way beyond what redemption offered.
Razia saw Awor clutch her head, almost like it was the heaviest thing on her body and for a moment there, the woman felt bad for the girl whose mother she had just killed. She wanted to rush and see if Awuor was okay, but she couldn't do that.
She had sat herself and positioned herself a little too perfectly for her to ruin it. She would have the front row seat to the greatest sin of the world and Sicario in itself. This right here was what fate would never forgive regardless of who was involved.
Razia watched as Awuor's eyes glazed and down she was trying to reach out in the mind links. Maybe that would help her, right? But then, would it? Whatever it was, Razia wasn't even bothered. Instead, she cast a spell to bring the Sicario alpha to the suite.
"Awuor?" Alpha Sicario called out quietly, his voice so defeated that Awuor could have sworn she heard her father whimper. She couldn't blame him though. The sight in front of Sicario was making him uncertain too.
Maybe he was hallucinating, because his mate couldn't be on the dan floor with his daughter's claws retracting gently from her neck, right? It had to be a mistake that his Eniola was having her throat ripped out of her neck, yeah?
"Father? Oh, goddess what happened here?" Awuor asked, the shock clear in her voice, as she looked around her. Her mother was dead and it was too obvious that she was the culprit.
"No," Dom said when he walked in. He had never expected to lose his mother, or that too in the hands of his sister, but damn, this was twisted in so many ways.
While her brother, her father and her mate looked at their dead mother, Awuor was lost. She couldn't remember anything and she didn't even know how she was supposed to start defending herself. Her life was over and she didn't need anyone to spell it out for her.
"Mother, wake up! Mother, please," Awuor said as she looked at her mother, shaking her body so the wolf would wake up, but there was nothing. She was long dead and the blood on the floor of the alpha's suite was too much.
"Mother please, I promise I'll be better," Awuor cried out, but her cries were in vain.
Defeatedly Awuor looked at herself, her tattered clothes making her wonder what had happened to her. They were clawed, and ripped apart so much that they didn't look anything like a regal wear anymore.
She looked like she had not even changed into her gym clothes, hell she looked like a homeless woman in Sicario, and yet she had a family and a home. She had power, but that didn't mean anything at the moment.
Devastated, she looked at her mother's fingers, only to find pieces of her clothing. It was crazy, how she was the suspect in all the damn ways. She never fought with her mother, so what was it that had made her murder her own Luna?
"You killed my Eniola," a devastated Alpha Sicario let out, glaring daggers at his daughter. This woman was already the alpha and now she killed her mother? Why were her claws dripping with her mother's blood?
Why did she smell like the stench of sweat in the alpha's suite and why in all hell was she even here? This was nothing like the gym; this wasn't the place for her to be at this particular time. What was she doing here?
"Father, please listen to me, trust me please, father, I didn't do it. I love her, I always have. Why would I kill the only woman who loved and understood me my whole life? Please, father," Awuor said and when her father didn't say anything, she knew she was to be judged by the whole of Sicario.
"I'm off, Jeremiah. Congratulations on the first successful mission," Razia whispered in Jer's ears before she disappeared, leaving Sicario in a mess and the reigning alpha in an even deer mess. Nothing could ever exonerate Awuor Sicario from this, right?