Impossible Girl:, Nick Venom [classic books for 7th graders .txt] 📗

too. You’ll be under the thumb of the Warden, Leonardo Wicker. That and his son, Steven Wicker. His son, especially, is a cruel beast.”

Helen furrowed her brows, staring directly into Beverly’s eyes. “What did he do?”

“What hasn’t he done? He’s raped, murdered, harassed, and about everything else you can think of. He calls them ‘purging of evil souls’, but it’s just him justifying his actions. And his father turns a blind eye to it, allowing him to get worse and worse. Stay as far as you can from him.” She warned Helen.

Helen nodded. “Okay, I will.”

“Blind… I was blind once.” Cat muttered out of nowhere. Beverly and Helen stared at her, both raising their eyebrows. They waited for her to speak again, but she refused to. She stared at a wall in silence. 

“Well… whatever, just make sure to stay away from him.”

“Got it. I will.” Helen responded. “I’ll keep away from him.”

Unfortunately, his eyes were already set on her. He wouldn’t keep away from her.

***

“Want to play a game?” Beverly asked, revealing a small red ball. She dropped it on the ground, watching as it jumped up into the air before falling back down. 

Helen nodded, sitting on the ground. After the majority of the prisoners barged into the Skyscraper, the courtyard was left empty with a few people standing around idly. She stared at everybody in quick succession, noticing the varying ages and appearances. Everybody was different but similar at the same time. They were all connected by their statuses and clothes.

“Hey, Helen?” Beverly asked, waving her hand in front of Helen’s face.

Helen jerked her head back. “Sorry, I zoned out. Let’s play.”

Beverly nodded, asking for Helen to rise. They faced each other, playing catch. They threw the ball from one person’s hands to the other. Cat, who had been stuck in her mind, turned to watch them. “Are you happy?” She muttered. “Are you?”

Neither of the girls heard her question, too focused on their game. They went through a cycle of catching the ball before then throwing it aggressively to then be waiting for the ball to be thrown back to then fumble the ball somehow - then rinse and repeat. Neither girl was paying enough attention to notice another girl, a brunette, approaching them. However, Cat noticed the girl, jumping up from her spot on the ground.

“What’s your name? I’m Cat!” She asked.

The girl furrowed her brows. “Okay…?”

“What are your powers? How did you get here? Are you happy?” She asked.

“I’m not revealing anything about me aside from my name. I’m Milly Jayhawk.” She said. “I wanted to talk with those girls.”

“What are your powers? How did you get here?” Cat asked, glancing at Milly’s waist. She had on a leather belt with several items attached to it. They were mostly random objects, but one of them stuck out to Cat. It was a small earbud.

Milly looked at where Cat was looking at, recognizing what it was. She squinted at Cat as she hovered her hand over her pocket. “Who are you?” She asked. “Why are you here?”

“Because I’m looking for-” Cat started.

“Who are you?” Beverly asked, staring at Milly. She wiped her forehead, drying her hands on her clothing. “I don’t remember seeing you before.”

“I’m Milly Jayhawk.” She started. “I wanted to talk with you about the Vault Security team.”

“You’ve been here longer…” Cat whispered. “Why?”

Milly glared at Cat before taking a step back. “She’s right, I must’ve forgotten. I’m sorry about that.” She turned around and walked away. As she walked away, another prisoner approached them. This prisoner wasn’t female, but a burly Hispanic man who was about the same height as Beverly at 5’10. 

“What you want?” Beverly snarled, baring her fangs.

“Well… You got a spare ball or something?” He asked, staring at Beverly. His eyes appeared sluggish and dazed. He couldn’t stare at Beverly for too long as his eyes wandered everywhere. It was as if he was fighting against sleep. 

“We don’t.” She responded.

The man nodded. “Thanks then.”

“What are your powers? How did you get here? Are you happy?” Cat asked him before he could turn away from them. The man’s eyes went up as he glanced at Beverly and Helen. They shrugged their shoulders, confusing the man more.

“Uh… It’s Eagle Mansion. I… I was sent here after the police were called on me.” He muttered. “I don’t know about the last question.”

Cat nodded. “Good.” She turned away, running after a bird that had entered the courtyard. Eagle and the others watched her, even more, puzzled by her sporadic actions. 

“Is she always like this?” He asked.

Beverly nodded. “More so recently.” 

Eagle nodded before turning around. He walked off aimlessly in search of something to fill his mind. It was filled with nonsense. Chilling nonsense. 

The guards, some time later, stormed the courtyard and escorted the prisoners to their cells. Every two or three prisoners had one or two fully armed guards escorting them. Every weapon was loaded and prepped. 

The guards escorting Helen and her cellmates back to their cell poked them in the back with the barrels of their guns. “Move!” One of them barked loudly. Beverly looked over her shoulder, shooting them a disgusted look. They ignored her look, continuing to push them towards their cell.

As they neared the cell, Steven appeared seemingly out of nowhere. He licked his lips as his eyes zeroed onto Helen. He approached her, stepping in her way. She looked up at him, furrowing her brows. 

“What’s your name?” He asked her with a gentlemanly tone. Helen glanced at Beverly who shook her head softly. However, Steven easily noticed her action, his eyebrows slanting downward. “What’s wrong with you? You got a problem?” He aggressively asked.

Beverly shook her head, not cringing like Helen. “No… sir.”

Steven smirked. “Good.” He then turned his head to face Helen. “What’s your name?” He asked more forcefully. 

“H-Helen.”

“Ooh, Helen? What a beautiful name. How about you, uh,  join me in my private room and I upgrade your living conditions? What do you say?”

Helen furrowed her brows. “Uh… I’m underage.”

Steven shrugged his shoulders. “So?”

“It’s illegal!”

Steven chuckled. He leaned in close to her face. “My father owns this prison and not many know about its existence. Who would say if something happened to people that the public doesn’t know about? In simpler terms, I can’t be charged for crimes against people who don’t exist.”

Helen shivered at his words, taking a step back. “... N-No.” She told him. “I won’t go with you.”

Steven’s smile became deranged as he took a step towards her, grabbing her lower face and scrunching it in his palm. “What did you say? Repeat it!”

“I…”

“I dare you to repeat your words, you hellish woman!” He exclaimed, frightening even the guards. They glanced at each other, unsure if they should step in or not.

“No!” She cried out, a tear falling down her cheek. It landed on Steven’s hand. He took his hand off her face, wiping the tear onto his jeans. 

“Damn you,” He muttered, turning away. “What a foolish woman to be crying about something like this!” He remarked as he took several steps away from them before stopping in his tracks. “I’ll be back for you. I’ll make sure you regret rejecting me.” He said before stomping off. The guards watched him leave, both of them puzzled about what happened. 

“Should we…?” One guard asked. 

The other guard nodded. “Yeah, let’s get this done.” He said before turning to face the prisoners in front of him. “Move into your cell.” He ordered. Helen and the others responded by heading into their cell, the door locked behind them. The guards double-checked the lock before walking away.

As they left the cell block, they brought up the topic of Steven in their conversation. “Disgusting… I can't believe that I’m stuck here with him!” The first guard whisper-shouted.

“Remember, this is the only job where criminal records don’t matter. We can’t afford to make a mistake and get fired. Otherwise, it’ll be the two of us shoveling snow and mowing lawns for a lousy twenty. Let’s keep our heads down and our ears deaf.” The second guard told him.

The first guard nodded. “I feel bad for her, though. She’s been marked. Steven will go after her and fulfill any lust he has.”

“Shut up! We’re blind, deaf, and mute. We never bring up this again, especially in Steven’s presence. Leave the girl. It’ll only be the next target on his long list. Let’s not get ourselves onto the separate list.”

“The kill list?”

The second guard nodded. “The kill list.”

Both men shivered.

***

“What is he going to do to me?” Helen asked.

Beverly bit her lip before speaking. “I… I think you’ve been marked.”

“Marked? What does that mean?”

“It means that you’re going to be Steven’s target of sexual attraction for the next few weeks. He will do anything he can, even using his entire arsenal to get you. His father is the Warden, so he has almost full control to do whatever he wants to. Plus, as he said, we don’t exist in regards to normal society. Nobody here truly exists except for the Warden. Fortunately, Steven won’t act without his father. It gives us some time to… devise a plan.”

Helen nodded, soaking in the new information. She was going to be targeted and raped by Steven. She trembled at the thoughts. 

A single tear escaped her eye, treading down her cheek and falling on the floor of the cell. Beverly rushed to her side, reassuring her to the best of her abilities. 

“Why? What did I do to deserve this life?” She sobbed into her hands, being consoled by Beverly as well as she could. “Why?”

Meanwhile, Cat stared at them with slanted eyebrows. Mixed. Death. Fear. She thought to herself as she stared intensely at Helen, in particular. Mixed. Death. Fear.

 

***

“A recruit entered the Vault, brought by the security. She’s been lumped with a Blue and a Yellow.” Milly said into a cell phone. She stood outside the female cell blocks, whispering into the phone. 

“What are you classifying her as?” A grim voice asked from the other side.

“A Blue. She isn’t much of a threat like the Yellow one. She’s been marked by Steven, so she may become a White.”

“A White? Steven’s killed several Red women already? I’ll have champagne brought to him.”

“Anyways, regarding any potential Reds or Blacks, there are none. I am in full control over the Vault’s hierarchy except for the Warden.”

“Good, make sure to stay low. Do not have your identity revealed to anybody, no matter how trusting they may look. Is that clear?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Milly said before ending the call. She looked around but didn’t see anybody close enough to eavesdrop. She then took several steps forward, passing by Eagle who was around the corner. He was staring at the ground, bouncing the ball. The sound of the ball smacking into the concrete echoed loudly, convincing Milly that he had barely started bouncing it. “Why are you here?” She asked him.

“Bouncing my ball.” He responded without hesitation. “What about you? Why were you…”

“Why was I what? Care to tell me what you were about to say?” She asked, her eyes threatening him.

Eagle shook his head. “I have nothing to say and I’ve heard nothing.”

Milly nodded, turning away from him and beginning her walk to her cell. “I would hate to find out you’ve been listening to me. I would also hate to see your body mangled on the fence.” It was a threat that Eagle could feel piercing his skin.

“I see,” He muttered. Milly nodded before walking away, disappearing around the next corner. Eagle waited until he was sure she was gone before rising to his feet. I was almost killed. I have to be more careful. It’s just… that conversation and how she has access to the phone is strange. Something’s going on and I’m not being informed about it. Now, how should I deal with her? I can’t kill her, but… there has to be something better to deal with this spy. I can’t leave her alone.

He walked away but