A few months later
Scarlett was having a mix of emotions. A few more days and she'll graduate from this hellhole. Only to go to another more difficult hell hole, but that's different, we ain't talking about that.
She was so nervous, scared, and happy. Scared because she didn't know which college would pick her, panicked and nervous about their answer, and happy because she'll be a few steps closer to her goal. Being a surgeon.
Surgeons always fascinated her for no reason. Seriously, she wanted to know a lot of things. How the heck do they do heart surgeries like heart transplants while making the blood circulate? It was probably another process, even she wanted to know.
How the heck do they do brain surgery when they have tricked the brain to slip into unconsciousness and it knows- surgeons were gods!
Scarlett was so caught up in her inner monologue, she didn't hear someone knocking on the bathroom door. "Hey what the fuck are you doing in there?!" She came out of her speech and opened the door in embarrassment.
She apologized to her maths teacher, and she walked past her. She closed the door while mumbling under her breath about teenagers and daydreamers.
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School bell rang, showing school ended, and a huge number of students rushed out of their classrooms. The entrance was filled with students talking with their friends. Scarlett was probably one of the first people outside.
While she was walking, she didn't notice a guy following her to the bus stop. He was wearing an oversized hoodie, covering most of his face.
She boarded the bus, there were only a few seats at the back. She sat near a window seat at the back. The man sat a few seats to the right.
Her stop came, the guy got off the bus with her. Scarlett became alert. The guy got off with her. He probably was going somewhere else, she thought. It didn't help. To ease her tense state, she plugged her earphones and noted the scenery in front of her. Even though she was enjoying the music, she did backwardly glance.
The anonymous guy had maintained a suitable distance from her. The light lit red and people rushed in from the other side. She tried to blend in with the crowd, but he was difficult to deceive.
She walked faster, and he did the same. Scarlett panicked, he was following her. She started jogging to the cafe. People got lesser and lesser around her as she was approaching her destination.
When she reached the gap between the cafe and another building, he covered her mouth and dragged her into the dark. Scarlett bit his hand hard, he only groaned but didn't remove it.
He threw her on the ground, and Scarlett screamed. Hoping someone would hear her. In response, he slapped her so hard that black spots danced around her eyes and she fell unconscious. He tore a piece of her shirt and gagged her.
Anastasia was mumbling a song when she heard someone scream at the back of the door. The storage room's door was connected outside that led to the dumpster.
When she opened the door, she saw Scarlett gagged while lying unconscious a few meters away from the door and a man hovering above her. He was unbuckling his pants and didn't notice the door opening.
Anastasia saw red and sent a kick at the side of the guy's head. He flew to the side of the dumpster's sides. He tried to stand up, but she didn't let him recover as she slapped him hard enough to break his teeth. He raised his arm to punch, but she caught it.
"Who the fuck are you?!" She didn't answer. She twisted his arm backward, his back facing her. She applied pressure on it and he shouted in pain. She twisted it more and heard the bone crack. She smirked and let out a laugh. "Bro, you shouldn't have done that." She threw him on the door and kicked him in the stomach multiple times.
Margret wondered why it took so long for her best friend to return. She heard something from the storage room and ran. She opened the door leading outside and gasped when she found a beat-up, probably dead man lying on the floor.
She stood there in shock, wondering who did it. She walked past the door and saw Anastasia princess-carrying Scarlett. "What happened here?!" Her best friend calmly replied. "Call my stepmother. And give them the phone to me when you're done. I have to make a call for a special someone."
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Satan was cuddling with his wife after something (*cough cough*) good (*cough cough*) when his phone rang. He muttered a blessing (which in Hell is a curse) and picked it up. "Who dis?"
"Hello, Satan." Satan sat up in shock, nearly waking his wife up. She furrowed her eyebrows and made a cute noise, nearly making him cry. He ran his hands through her hair to lull her back to sleep. He whispered. "Anastasia?"
"No, this is Patrick." He huffed out with his nose in annoyance.
"Do you have to be sarcastic every time?" She ignored it and got to the point. She recalled whatever happened before. He nodded and smiled in mixed emotions. He was mad and happy at the same time. Some mortals have such cruel souls, and he loved it. It brought him happiness hearing their screams in hell.
He licked his lips. "Okay, I'll have his soul for you"
He could see Anastasia smirk from the other side by her voice. "Thanks, bro."
"Bye, best fri-" and she cut the call. Rude, he thought as he stared at his phone. He kept the phone on the nightstand. He rolled his eyes to no one in particular and cuddled his wife again.
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Daphne sighed. "So what are you going to do now?" Anastasia looked up while petting the black cat. "Pardon?"
"I said, what are you going to do with Scarlett?" Anastasia bit the inside of her cheek. "Erase her memories."
"Okay- wait what?" Margret exclaimed and Daphne did a double-take. Anastasia kept scratching the cat's ears and clarified. "I'm not the one erasing her memories. If I do that, she'll forget her entire life. My stepmother can do the honors." Everyone sighed in relief.
Hunter asked, "What about the mortal's soul?" Anastasia smirked at the question. "I have cleared that issue. You can relax."