"Oga?" Nova whispered the name as if to confirm whether he is actually the one.
"In the flesh, sweetheart. Missed my handsome self?" He drawled holding up his grin although she knew he is anything but pleased. His brow twitch making the his veins on his temple pop out even more.
"Sweet Jesus!" Letty whisper yelled seeing the horror although he was sure it wasn't intended to be loud judging by how tight she was clenching her teeth.
"I am no Christ, love, and I certainly have no intention of dying on the cross to save the rotten human kind."
Snapping her eyes away from the veins popping up his neck which send chills down her spine, she glared at him. Is he seriously getting bigger than he currently is? If Jesus is even a fraction of the monster Oga is, then humanity would've been doomed with all hope of salvation abandoned. If anything, he should be Satan, a demon.
"I see. Good to have you back." 𝘕𝘰𝘵! "Now that you've made your unwelcomed presence known, can you please let me go? I am kinda running late." And soaked and I have no energy to deal with you. She finished mentally.
"Since you've grown the balls to welcome me back in person, shouldn't you see it through to the end? We can grab a few drinks to celebrate our reunion."
Whatever gave him that idea? Pigs will fly before that happens. And no thank you very much, she grew no balls. The last time she checked, that place is leeking a few unwanted blood which resulted to this unfortunate series of events that lead her here, but she doubt he'd be willing to listen to the stories of her life at this moment.
"Boss, I think she even brought you a present." Said one of the thugs beside him, probably finally recognizing who she was, earning a glare from her. But before she can retort, the item in her hand was snatched out of it by Oga as he take a step back.
"No, give that back!" Nova screamed in mortification for the second time, her face turning red. God forbid he sees what's inside. The bastard would tease to the end of the world and back.
Jumping on her shaky legs she reached up for the black leather in his hand which he was honestly trying to open.
"Stop, that's not meant for y..." Her words died in her mouth when he finally pried it open but didn't take it out. Although the rest didn't know what it was, he clearly saw because his stupid grin faltered as he switch a glance between her and the package before clearing his throat.
Nova's heart break at the gesture as she wait for his tease to begin. Knowing him, she'd never survive another day in her life in which he wouldn't mock her for it. Worse of all, his minions are there as a witness for her own embarrassment.
She wait. And wait some more.
But when some good 15 seconds passed and no sound came from him, Nova sneak a glance at him. And she couldn't believe her eyes. Oga is... flustered?
She blinked her eyes and stared again. But when he felt her eyes on him, he feigned nonchalance. The sounds of his clearing of throat brought her back, and did the last thing she expects of him. He shoved the package back into her arms making her take steps back.
"Unfortunately sweetheart, I'm not taking guests right now. Come back when it's not raining and you are a bit more..... presentable, yeah?" He said resuming back to his former charade. With that she was shoved back towards the road before she could form words in her mouth. Which she was very grateful for, but at the same time utterly confused about many things.
Are her eyes playing tricks on her? That was Oga, right? What the hell happened to him out there? And why on earth is he behaving strange? Or did he not recognize her? She shook away that thought, he'd clearly mentioned her name. Without wasting anymore time least snap out of whatever was spell he was under, she ran as fast as she could across the road and made her way back home.
All the way back, she mulled over the recent piece of information she came across.
The rumors about strange form altering vials circulating in The Underground were true, and Silver Oga of the Silverfangs had gotten his hands on one.
Nova concluded.
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'Why? Why is my life so miserable?'
Nova questioned bitterly while she dragged her drenched body back home, reminiscing over her past.
Her childhood days was really a sad story. Whenever she wasn't bullied by Oga and his minions, she is either undergoing gruesome trainings at the gang's training room, in other to be a modeled into competent Donna worthy of taking over the gang, or out robing stores to provide with their daily needs.
In all of her 19 years alive, she's been kicked with one misfortune after the other. Ever since her parents died before she could crawl, leaving her behind with a gang to take over. She could only hope one day for all of this to end. But once you join The Underground, there is no hope for moving out alive. As Ghosts, you'd think one had a choice to act as they wish. But never did Nova ever heard of a person who joined the lifestyle, and even more rarer is someone to leave. It's as if the Ghosts were born into the lifestyle. Just like herself.
Achoo!
Great. Now I'm coming down with a flu. Absolutely wonderful. Not.
Nova swore under her breath spurting out some colorful words to the sky. Of all the times to let loose of the dam in the sky, it had to be now. Of all times! She had to grab a few posts and buildings along the way to keep her feet on the ground.
At this point, with how bad things are getting, she could be struck by a thunder and wouldn't be surprise. It's just her luck. On more than one occasion, she wondered if she was cursed at birth.
She was about to come up with another creative curse aimed at the deities when the sky flashed with a bright light. She yelped and ducked beside a car parked by the roadside just in time for a deafening thunder to roar.
By the time Nova got back home, she looked like a zombie. Her clothes were wet and dirty and clinging onto her shivering body. The visible parts of her skin that wasn't painted brown is as white a sheet and her legs are honestly at their last. And the last time she caught a glimpse of her hair, it was plastered on her head like a banana peel.