The Million-Dollar Heart

With a thunderous bang, Diana's gun fired, but the bullet whizzed past Vivienne's ear, barely grazing a hair.

Unfazed, Vivienne did not even flinch.

Diana, panic-stricken, stared at the figure before her, feeling her wrist trapped as if in an iron vise, pain radiating through her bones like a fracture in progress. "You... you're Sasha!"

Karen's gaze was heavy, a mix of the strange and the familiar.

She had never imagined that the story behind her kidnapping was so convoluted!

Clenching her fist, Karen threw a punch that landed squarely in Diana's gut with the force of a sledgehammer.

"Touch my daughter, and you're dead meat!"

Diana's punch could take down a full-grown mastiff, but Karen's blow could kill a full-grown bull.

The difference in strength was enormous.

Diana felt as if her insides had been rearranged, her nerves and flesh overwhelmed by pain. It was as if she was about to be ripped apart. The agony was excruciating!

Karen then slapped Diana's face repeatedly, and in no time, Diana's once delicate features swelled up like a balloon.

Diana tried to steady herself, to take another look at her adversary, but her swollen cheeks pressed so tightly against her eyes that they would not open!

Lifting Diana off her feet, Karen's fingers flew, sending needle after needle into Diana's scalp.

"Ah!"

Diana fell to her knees, screaming in torment.

The pain was unbearable!

against rocks as if the blunt

head was bloodied and bruised, Diana hardly

anger boiling inside Karen was far

herself. Karen had already neutralized

who was still bound, and

F-Poison was their next

stood still, watching the display as

two really do look so alike. I wonder if all daughters look like their mothers." Wearing Gillian's face, she sipped a glass of red wine with a smile, as if the battleground was a social gathering and they were

silver needles in

alert, determined not to let F-Poison slip away

you F-Poison?" Karen asked softly, as if in casual conversation, "You seem... younger than I

with a soft stroke as if indulging in a moment of

all I have

a swift motion, F-Poison ripped off her mask and flung it towards Karen and Vivienne, the skin transforming mid-air into a

"Frost!"

narrowly missing the skin-blade, and kicked

grabbing a rock and turning it into a projectile. With a burst of energy, she hurled it towards F-Poison with lethal precision. The skin-blade buried itself in the tree where Vivienne had been

from F-Poison's wound, and Karen's breaths

to unleash her poison, Karen raised a

invisible in the air-particles that could trigger a violent explosion upon contact with poison. It was the reason Karen held back. "F-Poison, there's

and Vivienne stood side by side, united against

clutching her wounded leg, threw

the smoke, Karen and Vivienne quickly traced

F-Poison holding Zelda at the cliff's edge, a hostage in her

both might overpower me together, but with this hostage, what can you really do?" F-Poison taunted, gripping Zelda's neck tightly, ready to snap it at any moment. Then, from above, the sound

rather go up or down? Either way, I