REBEL- The Elemental

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No matter how fast you run away, it's rare to hide from your destiny.........!

Because destiny has its way to find you.......!

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A tiny figure running in the darkness of the alleyway. A fourteen years old girl, huffing incapable to get enough oxygen for her lungs. Her tiny frame is trembling like a leaf, cheeks are stained, tears dripping as a stream. And her shaky hands hold a small shiny object pressed to her chest, as her life depends on it.

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Rachael P. O. V

Let me introduce myself, I'm Rachael Santiago, daughter of Raphael and Vanessa Santiago, my parents are the council members of a secret society of the supernatural like us, Synx, and the owner of Santiago groups of companies.

Supernaturals or gifted or part human, you name it. In short, humans, who are carrying magic in their bloodline, and can do stuff no mundane blood can.

Every member of the special families or as we called clans have different and unique gifts of their own. We obtain our gift from birth, we can feel it within us.

Due to the incapacity of the human body to control such extreme powers, we can't control it till we cross the age of majority limit, sounds cool. Right? First I thought the same...but not anymore.

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The girl running in the dark alley is none other than me, myself. I gobbled a few breaths, dropping to my knees. I cuddled my body against the cold stone wall beside the dumpsters, supporting my worn-out self, to hide from my intruder's gazes. Not caring about the water show of my eyes.

I have nowhere to go, but daddy said to me to run as far as I can, and soon he will come to find me. He gives no answers to any of my questions when he hands me a crystal and says 'run as far as you can'. we all were in the clan mansion's backyard when we were attacked by our rival clan. Because they wanted something from us, but I don't know what exactly.

Footsteps follow my trails, booming in the darkness of the chilled alleyway, they are getting nearer. I panicked as I was trying to think what am I going to do now?

Self Defense was one of the compulsions in my clan. Dad taught me well, but how can a small girl like me fight against two well-built men? But I know, I have to do my best as I'm out of choices here. I wiped my tears to shake off the blurry view.

One of them steps near the dumpster. I hold the crystal tightly against my chest and lean back further in the wall. I know I have to do something now. I look around, to find something to defend myself but nothing, just some pieces of wood are scattered here. I picked up one and ran my finger at its tip, not sharp but I prayed its work. He takes another step as he turns towards my side. I run out from the shadows to plant a kick on his left knee and stab that wood in his shoulder as hard as I can.

He let out a scream of pain as lost his balance for a moment, dropping on the ground grunting in pain. I took the opportunity to run for another one, who was shocked by my sudden attack. I kicked him in his knee exactly with full force.

Thank God daddy trained me well, otherwise, I don't stand a chance, I thought as I ran off in a different direction from them. My knees are about to give out, but I manage to reach near the road, staying hidden in shades, in the hope of finding some help.

I saw a flashlight in the distance, and soon a car came into view. I knew it's the last chance of my survival, because I had no more strength to run, and sooner or later they would find me.

With a last bit of strength, I run out from the shades towards the car for my dear life. In the middle of the road was waving my hands in the air as a universal sign to stop. I know it's crazy to stand in the middle of the road, and on top of it in front of the running car, but I'm desperate now. The car slows down when a piercing sound thunder, from behind me.... A gunshot.

I felt something wet, liquid wetting my shirt before unbearable pain sprouted in my chest. The second time, I dropped down on my knees, in the middle of the road. I looked down, touched the wet spot with my finger, where my heart is to find it coated with blood.

My blood. My eyes widen in realization, and my head starts spinning before I fall on the ground as darkness starts engulfing me.

But I was able to sense commotion near me first, a car's tires screeched, several gunshots then someone's shouting, screams.

Soon I feel two strong arms picking me up in the air, hold my cheeks against something hard and start moving.

I lost all my energy but still, just one last thought kept running through my mind before darkness took possession of me-

'I want to live.'

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I step back in my consciousness with the sound of machines beeping and the dreadful smell of medicines aren't helping either. My body is numb, I can't feel anything. No pain. Neither can move any muscle.

The sound of machines and the smell of medicines indicate that I'm in a hospital room. How can I get there? Who took me to the hospital? And why can't I feel anything, I remember I shot in the heart, so, I should be dead by now. Shouldn't I?

The sound of heavy metal broke my trail of thoughts, I shot open my eyes to close them instantly. I'm so weak from blood loss as I can't even stand a mere contact with light. I feel someone's presence near my bed as I can hear them talking.

" ... take her with you....home "

" You...can't, Mr. King..... you are not ... legal guardian "

" What about......family "

" ..... her ....... dead "

I don't understand what they are talking about, but I heard men's voices.

'Are they talking about me? But why? Where they are taking me. I don't recognize these voices. Who are they? Why are they helping me, a mere stranger or they knew about me... About my gifts, and want to take advantage of my powers.'

'What if they are the same clan's people from whom I was running, who attacked my home..... home.... mommy, daddy, and Derek.'

'Where is my family, daddy said he found me when everything will be normal? But why is he not here? Why am I still alone? What if I am lost, or worst kidnapped?'

With these thoughts, I feel my heart beat madly in my chest case.

'What if I'm kidnapped and never find my way back home, I want to go home, I want my mommy and daddy. I want to go back to my clan. Where are you, daddy? Please find me fast.' I pray to whoever angel is listening to me.

Before I heard a woman's voice said "Yes boss." and I lost in darkness again...

Unknown P. O. V

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I'm in my office trying to reach my contacts for help, I know I can't stand a chance alone against them. I call my every alliance like a thousand times, but every time whether it's unavailable, switch off, or complete 'no' as answers. I should have known that nobody dares to take a step against Kings.

I throw my phone in the wall to crash the useless gadget into pieces before opening my weapons vault.

I know what I'm thinking of committing is the suicidal plan but I'm not going to beg for mercy either, no. Never. It's the first rule of the underworld 'shoot first or be ready to die.'

I'm Ryker Romano, a mafia boss from whom people feared, a dangerous killer, merciless monster until she came into the game.

I loaded my gun, ready to end what I started when my office door burst open, to show Liam, my right-hand man. He comes running inside by my side, panting heavily. A combination of fear and worry is clear radiating in his once lethal features.

"Riker! Kings kidnapped... Roman," he informed, causing me to tighten my grip on my gun, turning my knuckles white.

'Kings' another mafia gang, Evan King was the leader of Kings, our Italians biggest rival and enemy since my dad operates our business. He wasn't a problem before because we were more powerful than him ever, but it all changed some years ago when she joined their gang.

Nobody knows where she had come from, her family, her weakness, her past background nothing. She is a complete mystery herself, with her in no time Kings became more powerful than us, Italians.

But it all turned bad when I planned and killed their gang leader, Evan King. Two days ago.

It was the biggest mistake on my account. After Evan's death, she took over the gang.

I was proud to be the most dangerous and lethal killer underworld ever had known, but no I was wrong, I'm nowhere near her. She is the real evil, heartless, lethal, and merciless mafia you ever heard of, she is Rebel King.

Evil Mafia Queen, the whole underworld goes drop-dead silence just her mere name. Nobody had ever seen her though.

Within 6 hours of her becoming the King's new leader, Italians 8 liquor factories, and 15 clubs caught fire overnight, countless people in my gang were dead. She destroys the Italian empire overnight as a token of revenge over Evan's death.

Now she has my younger brother Roman, she finds out my weakness. And I know what she wants, she left me with no other choice.

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Rebel P. O. V

By the time I finished my workout, my skin was glittering with a coat of sweat, and my breathing was ragged. I glance downwards towards the punching bag which is in the unrecognized form presently.

It's my everyday midnight routine to torture both the punching bag and me, I can't control resentment, frustration, and thirst inside me.

It's already dawn by now. I stepped to leave the training room. A cold shower would be good.

Someone was already waiting for me with a towel in one head, and a water bottle in the other, by the time I reached the threshold.

Kyle, my right-hand man and more like a best friend. Man is lethal himself, the beast in the ring. Scarcely a look from him, all it takes to make the best fighters wet their pants. His inked triceps and imitating height, are add on to his case.

He handed me a towel whilst gazing behind me on the training room's floor, where the punching bag lay dead. He chuckled and shook his head. Giving me a captivated arched brow look he asked, "What is the score, murder no..... 148 or 150?"

I rolled my eyes and retorted "Lost counts." Hearing this, he burst into laughter. I threw a towel at his face, but it did nothing to quiet him. Irritated, I snatched the water bottle from his hand and walked away, towards my room.

Indeed I lost count of how many nights I spent throwing punches until my knuckles burst out bleeding. I'm on edge with continuous nightmares, sleepless nights, and with my everyday growing craving.

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I enter the underground cell with Kyle by my side. Others greeted me, head bowed looking downward, in respect and mostly because of fear. Nobody dares to look straight in my eyes, except they have a death wish.

I turn my gaze to the person sitting on the chair, his once charming face is full of bruises now, almost unrecognizable. Blood dripping from several cuts from his body, black eyes indicating that boys did their fair stake, now it's my turn.

I ordered the boys to leave and they followed immediately, Kyle was the last one to leave and locked the door behind him. Not before flashing a knowing smirk, fucker knows well what is about to come.

I move forward to grab his cheeks digging my fingers deep in his blue bruised flesh. He hisses in pain through gritted teeth as keeps staring at me, with a gaze filled with rage and hatred.

"Mafia Boss." I let out this word bitterly.

"Just..... leave him.....you have me. Now...please." He whispered in a low voice.

I ignore his pleas and walk straight toward a table filled with touring devices, or what we call 'toys', placed in the corner of the room.

I picked up my favorite knife and smirked as I ran my finger at its tip, a blade made of Damascus steel. I strolled back before picking my last hell torture ingredient, a bottle. And sat on a chair placed in front of him, the middle of the room.

"Just let him go goddammit! " He ordered, almost shouting, after saw the thing I bought. I smirked and stabbed his right hand in the armrest of the wooden chair with a sharp blade, earning a high piercing scream.

Moving forward, with my face mere inches away from him. I whisper in a low chilled tone "I dare you, say one more word." He gulped audibly, satisfied I ripped the knife from his hand and chair. This time he sealed his lips tightly to suppress his screams, impressive prey.

The corner of my lips turned up as I continued to whisper my next words in his ear "or I love to gift wrap your bones to Hades's door." I moved slightly to watch his reaction. His eyes are widened, and swallowing hard.

He opened his mouth to say something then closed it and stared at me in complete horror.

An evil smirk appears on my face when I start to peel off his arm skin with my favorite knife.

He bit his lips all the way and ruined my fun to listen to him scream and begged me to stop but couldn't control the tears that leaked from his eyes like a river. This man is a strong spirit in himself, ruling the whole mafia alone for years. But one bad move and here he is, the prey of evil mafia queen, that's what they named me, and my inner devil is more than eager to show them, I'm more from that.

Once done, I sat back in my seat and admired my work. Giving an approving nod, I picked the last item to finish my masterpiece.

I poured acidic content on his arms where I peeled off the skin. And then it came, he started screaming like an ass on fire.

I laugh like the devil I am as watching him struggling to break free from holds like fish caught in the net and sobbing,

"....p...please...please" I gave a thought to his pleas then cut his ropes, freeing him. He instantly jumps on his shaky legs and turns toward me.

"Thanks...f.. for forgiving me," he muttered in a shaky voice.

"Who said I am done with you... yet," I cleared, face remaining emotionless while removing my special gloves. He was quite smart to understand the meaning behind my words and sprints off towards the door.

The next second his body was thrown on the far end of the room with a loud thud sound with the force of the storm of air.

Air knocked out from his lungs, he laid on the floor struggling to breathe as fish out of water. I stepped toward him and bent down on my knees to grab his face, making him look into my eyes. "Let me give you your death present first," I said sweetly, picking him by a hand wrapped around his throat.

His body starts dancing like leaves in the storm as a high lightning bolt passes through his body. He stares at me with widened eyes whilst making all horrible noises. I relished him after a minute, not wanting to finish my prey, yet.

He falls back on the floor like a dead body but continues to make horrible sounds. I grinned when he whispered "W-who...are...y-you?" as trying to push himself away from me. Huh, like he can. Useless acts.

I smirked devilishly and stared into his eyes while acknowledging his last wish "For you... Death." I whirled toward the door furthermore before I stopped and turned to give him a final look and waved my hand in the air. Instantly his body was engulfed by the fire and a cell filled with ear-piercing screams.

I turned on my heels before whispering the complete answer to his questions, under my breath "And for the world... gifted."

I left the room, smirking like the devil as I passed other gang members in the hallway. They stare at me in utter horror, gulped before bowing their heads.

Rebel P. O. V

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After finishing Italian leader, Ryker Romano. I marched straight to my office, situated on the 2nd floor. This floor contains my office and suite only. It was Evan's before, he hasn't worked out the idea of someone going through his business or gang's details and preferred privacy moreover.

I open the spare door to my suite and hop into the second door inside my room which turns out the bathroom. Turning the water on, soon the white glass sink turns red, as I wash my bloodied hands. I washed my face as well and stared at my reflection in the mirror.

I flinched because I couldn't see my face in the mirror but the face of a girl with pale skin, dark brown hair, grey emotionless eyes. I don't know this girl but I saw her running in a dark alley in my dreams so many times that I lost count. I never recognized her face but the shiny thing in her hands is known to me which she is clutching in her small shaky hands. I can tell she's running from someone, for her dear life.

I closed my eyes shut and tried to escape from one of my horrible nightmares, but no matter how many times I tried it's all futile. I can't escape from the screams of that little girl still booming in my head. Telling me to,

'Kill them! Kill them! I want to go home... Daddy.'

And just like every other time, I feel the same craving... craving for the bloodshed, for the kill, and desperate for someone to protect me, but who? And from whom?

In frustration and rage, I punched a big wall mirror in front of me, once, twice, and thrice, soon once a beautiful bathroom turned into a disaster room.

White luxurious marble floor glittering with tiny pieces of broken glass and blood, but my rage and frustration haven't eased yet.

Who's she? Why did she pursue my dreams every single night? Who does she want me to kill?

So many questions with no answer available!

I balled my fists ready to break, whatever I got. Don't give a fuck about the blood droplets dripping from my hands or small pieces of broken glass in wounds.

A knock on the door annoyed me.

"What?" I asked loudly enough to scare whoever soul present on the other side of the door.

"Um- Reb, are you okay?" A voice from another side of the door asked hesitation with clear evidence in it.

Kyle, who else dares to invade my personal space like this moron, I probably forget to lock the trap door in hurry.

"Why are you here?" I asked coldly, despite his reply.

"I hear voices, something broke, I come to check -" he replied in a matter-of-fact voice, but stopped when I opened the door.

His eyes widened for a second with a view. But he composed himself immediately.

"Come to the office." I ignored his statement and picked a new pair of my special gloves from the closet before walking out to the office with him followed behind.

I stop in my tracks when I notice someone else's presence at my suite's door.

A tall and muscular figure.

A man stood in the middle of my doorway, wearing black ripped jeans, a white button-up shirt, which was open enough to show a glimpse of a tattoo sliding from the side of his neck to his upper chest. He wore a black biker jacket, and combat brown boots to complete a fighter look.

I shoot him my usual cold glare as examining him, keeps my face emotionless as always, usual look, suit well with my black leather pant, jacket, dark blue tee-shirt, and black combat boots, to give me a full look of mafia which makes losers peed in pants, but he stays ineffective as staring at my blooded bruised hand with interest.

I cleared my throat before arched my brow at him, to divert his attention from my hands. I don't have to look down to know what he was focusing on. I can feel the flow of energy passing through my body, especially in my hands.

I know there must be tiny sparks shooting from my hands, so I clenched my glove tightly to prevent any more revealing of my gifts. Whenever I hurt myself badly or mostly after my outburst, it's hard to control my powers.

"He's a recruit, one of the best ring fighters as you asked, Xavier." Kyle's informed.

I nod toward the new boy before walking past him to my office, they follow behind.

I sat on my spot on Evan's black and red leather chair behind an enormous black glass desk. Which's mine now with his title also.

Kyle and the new boy stood straight in the middle of the office in front of my desk.

I motioned to my right-hand man to continue with the recruit's profile, whilst I am putting my bloody bruised hands in gloves, not before pulling out as many glass pieces as I can without even batting my eyelashes.

I know it stupid of me to put on gloves without bandaged my fresh wound and those tiny glass pieces are made it look worst.

But I don't give a damn, neither do I want to harm both of them, nor I want to expose my powers to them more than I already did accidentally which I doubt they understand. So, that's the best I can do now, precaution is better than a cure right? I can't trust myself with my frustration outburst several minutes ago.

By the time Kyle finished, I grabbed my gun from my table's first shelf and fired two bullets in the new boy's direction.

With years of training my speed is almost abnormal, you can't even get a chance to react by the time the bullet creates a hole through your heart.

He douches at the right time and stares at me with widened eyes, in shock, confusion, anger, before turning to look at the back wall where bullets hit the bull's eye, one in heart and other in the head middle of the dummy's eyes.

I throw a gun in Xavier's direction, without warning before, but he catches it instantly. Alert. Sharp reflexes. Good. Huh.

"Shoot," I ordered, he was taken aback, arched his brow in a questioning manner before realization hit him.

He fired a shot, the bullet passed just a slight distance from my hair to straight in the middle of the target, behind me, on the wall.

I gave him another glare before nodding in appreciation. I turned towards Kyle, whilst standing from my seat, and walking out of the office, but not before ordering.

"Get the tortured cell cleared, and release Roman Romano. Deliver him alive with his murderer brother's body back to his gang as a message. Take this new recruit with you."

I leave my office as I walk toward the training room, I can't control it any longer, I need to give her what she wants, and I have to satisfy this craving...