The Rejected Alpha's Vengeance

[HAWI]

"You guys are really pathetic, is that all you got from my years of training you?" Hawi said as she looked disapprovingly at the Sicario warriors. They were fighting their best it seemed, but considering the state Hawi had left them in, this was more than just pathetic.

She had toiled hard to make them an undefeated team and yet here the only thing she could see were warriors who didn't even have the fighting spirit anymore. They looked like they had just come to the battlefield because someone wanted them to fight.

That wasn't how wars were won, but then Ruru had lost an entire army. Someone had to pay the price for the lives lost, and the reckless way they were lost. Maybe that could also explain the lack of empathy that Hawi was feeling right now.

"Hey, Atticus, are you seeing this?" Hawi asked as she looked at the man who was so beaten up. She knew there was no way that he would ever survive this, but she needed him to know what it meant to be on the wrong side of Awuor sicario.

Blood was already flowing and to think that Malika, Elodie, Mbali, and Rukiya weren't even using weapons. They were fighting the warriors with bare hands, that was how angry they were.

When Rukiya had first suggested it, Hawi wasn't sure what it meant.

Granted, she had remained silent during the entire conversation, but then now that she thought about it, she realized that defeating this army without any weapons was the greatest form of fuck you.

Sure, they would take a little longer to kill them all, but then they had all the time and rage in the world. They would enjoy this.

"You and I have somewhere to be, while my warriors fight. Don't worry, you'll come to see the aftermath later. However, until then, it's me and you, you useless warlock," Hawi said before she portaled to the dungeons under her bed.

She had always hated portaling to that dungeon, but then the circumstances really wouldn't let her walk through the front doors of the pack house and let herself in.

If anything, no one outside her immediate family knew of the dungeon she had constructed there. It was like there was always a fight to be more when it came to Hawi, but that was alright too. After all, life wasn't easy, no?

"Ngh," Atticus tried to speak, but nothing was coming out other than grunts that didn't bother Hawi even one time.

When they got to the dungeons, Atticus was in shock to say the least. The place was dreadful, and covered in blood, not to mention the stench of death that lingered in the air.

There was so much pain in this damning dungeon and when he saw the prisoners in there Atticus wasn't sure what to make of it. This was where pain and fading lives existed and it was unfortunate that he was about to be one of the fading lives.

"Welcome home, Atticus," Hawi said, liking the shock on the man's face.

She could see that everything here was surprising him and when his eyes landed on a little Kurt lying on the ground, and Razia seated defeatedly next to their brother, Atticus felt his heart shatter.

He had been so used to being in power that being this helpless was new to him. He could see the bones on his sister and he could see that she had been ruined by whoever had been torturing him.

Her head was bowed in defeat. Her eyes shut, and her body smelled of rot. This wasn't how Atticus had expected to meet his siblings again, but maybe this was what Karma looked like, no?

"Sit there and stay pretty," Hawi said to the warlock before she made her way to where Razia was unconscious. If this were any normal situation, Hawi would have felt bad for the kid beside her, or even her.

She would have tried to help them get a hold of their lives and even appeal for their mercy. but with the suffering the shadow warlocks had caused her and the people around her, mercy was not something she would ever consider.

It was not going to happen, not today and certainly not ever.

"Razia… wake up," Hawi said in a singsong voice as she looked at the woman who hadn't eaten in weeks, probably months, not that it was mastered by Hawi. She should have known better than to screw up with what was hers.

Atticus watched in silence as his sister was kicked in the chin by the same woman who had bested him. He could see how weak Razia had grown and even the relaxation that her brother was here didn't make Razia smile and be happy.

It was almost like this way their hell, the kind that they wouldn't ever be able to come from. He wanted to help his sister, he wanted to tell Hawi to take his life and let her be, but how was he supposed to start when he was always the one who reminded Razia of how useless she was to their family?

When he always found a way to clean up all the messes that Razia left behind? His own sister was powerful but where was that power at the moment? So much was going on but the evident sound of hearts breaking in this dungeon wasn't to be ignored.

"Wakey wakey, Razia," Hawi said as she stared at Razia who wasn't sure which pain she was supposed to tend to.

Her entire body was chasing and with Hawi mercilessly roughing her up regardless of what she was feeling, Razia knew she didn't stand a chance. She had lost so much already and now she was still losing.

She wanted to give up her life but even that wasn't her choice to make anymore. Her life was just another tool for Hawi's pleasure and soothing that Hawi would use to make sure that everything went awry in their lives.

Well, it didn't matter.

It never would, because gone was the girl with a soul, the girl that many would run to, and in her place was Awuor Sicario, the girl who had everything taken from her just because she was powerful and didn't even know about it.

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This was what Karma was supposed to look like but Hawi made karma the ultimate devil. Perhaps she really was the monster they created, no?

"I brought you another brother to keep you company. I assume you know him, right? Atticus, your eldest brother. He was watching your back, or not, I don't really know and I don't care," Hawi said with a smirk on her face before she turned to little Kurt who had been dead for days.

She bent next to the body and turned it over, before she smiled at the way Malika had conserved the body. It was admirable really but the greatest remainder of what hell would look like for the Russel siblings.

"Time to wake up, Kurt," Hawi said as she gathered the kid's face roughly, opened his mouth a little too widely, and then breathed a lifeforce into the kid, making Razia grunt in despair.

"Please, let him be," Razia begged and Hawi smirked at her.