Chapter 51: A Shocking Revelation
"Or should I call you, Hero Necro?" The lady taunted, brushing a hand on his shoulder.
Alex ignored her taunts and simply walked into the Inn, settling down on the table nearest to the window — It was his favorite spot.
The name Hero Necro was an identity he chosed for himself after the hero organization found out about his necromancy ability.
Many didn’t know who he really is — That he is the child of Hero Steven who they allowed to die unjustly but he prefered it that way. He didn’t want unnecessary attention and loved to do things ’solo’
"What should I get for you? Your usual smirnoff ice?" The lady asked him as she approached him.
The other customers there glanced at Alex, his blue hair and golden eyes made him really look attractive.
"No, I am not in the mood for drinking," he replied, pulling out the cigarette pack from his pocket. The soft crackle of the lighter sounded and soon, a wisp of smoke curled into the air.
He took a long drag of the cigarette and then puffed out a thick smoke.
The lady narrowed her eyes. "Is it because of what happened?" She asked worriedly. "I heard about it but I don’t think you should be so bothered about it."
Alex glanced at her before dragging another round of his cigarette.
She was right after all — He was not supposed to be so worried about the loss but he knew why he was so bothered about it.
"Is it the organization?" She asked and Alex silently nodded. He face darkened immediately — she was right, the organization.
Alex exhaled another wisp of smoke, watching as it curled upward before dissolving into the dim lighting of the Inn. His fingers drummed lightly on the table, betraying the restlessness he was trying to suppress.
"They’ve been watching me too closely lately," he finally admitted, his voice low but firm. "They are waiting for me to fail so they can dispose me immediately."
The lady pulled out a chair and sat down across from him, resting her chin on her hand as she studied him. "So what are you going to do now?" She asked, her tone losing its usual teasing edge.
Alex gave a slow nod. "It was bound to happen eveny. No matter how careful I am, the organization has eyes everywhere. They want to see me fail — A reason to make them dispose me. "
The lady frowned, her fingers tracing idle patterns on the wooden table. "I think I know what might be of help to you."
She pulled out her phone from her bag and after scrolling some things, she showed it to Alex — it was the picture of a girl.
The girl on the picture has a long icy-blue hair styled in braids, giving her a regal yet fierce look. Strands of hair fall elegantly around her face. She has fiery orange-red eyes that contrast sharply with her cool-toned hair, making her gaze both intense and captivating. On the picture, the girl was putting on a shimmering dress with a mix of white and black elements, adorned with blue gemstones that glow metallic texture. She wore black gloves that extend up her arms with intricate and sharp patterns resembling ice shards. She seemed to be an ice ability user.
But that was not the only thing that caught her attention.
It was the fact that the girl in the picture looked like a long lost friend. Noticing the frown, Rose, the lady asked. "What is the problem this time?"
"She looks familiar," he replied, his voice etched with both surprise and alarm.
"Elizabeth?" Rose asked, raising an eyebrow.
Alex stiffened for a while and then looked up, meeting the lady’s eyes. "How are they connected?" He asked her.
Rose sighed softly, it didn’t appear like she was surprised or anything. "Because they are twin sisters," she replied. "This one is Emily."
Alex’s breath hitched. He looked up sharply, his expression unreadable. "Twin sister?"
Rose nodded. "Not many people knew about her. From what I gathered, the two of them were separated at a young age. While Elizabeth stayed in the city, her sister was sent elsewhere. I don’t know why or how, but one thing is for sure—she’s back now."
Alex exhaled slowly, his fingers tightening slightly around the cigarette before he crushed it into the ashtray. His mind raced, piecing together fragments of the past, trying to recall any mention of Elizabeth having a sister.
Not once had she spoken of a sibling. Not once had she even hinted at such a connection.
"Why are you showing me this?" His voice was steady, but there was a dangerous edge to it.
Rose didn’t flinch. "Because she’s not just anyone. She’s dangerous, Alex. No one else seems to know it, but I found out. She’s not just some lost twin, she’s a villain. A big one."
Alex’s jaw clenched. He didn’t like this. He didn’t like being caught off guard, and he especially didn’t like the idea that Elizabeth’s death had left behind even more mysteries. His fingers tapped against the wooden surface, deep in thought.
Rose studied him for a moment before adding, "If she really is Elizabeth’s twin, then I doubt her return is a coincidence. If you want to stay ahead of the organization, you need to know who she really is and what she’s planning."
Alex glanced back at the picture one last time, his mind made up. "Where is she now?"
Rose hesitated for a moment before replying, "Last I heard, she was seen near the western district. The underworld there is restless, and I think she’s the reason why. People are disappearing, Alex. Those who cross her path don’t come back."
Alex frowned. The western district was a place riddled with crime, but for it to be this unstable meant something bigger was at play. If she truly was behind it, then she wasn’t just a villain—she was building something.
"And you’re sure it’s her?" he asked, his voice sharp.
Rose nodded. "I did some digging. The organization doesn’t seem to suspect her yet, but it’s only a matter of time before they do. If she’s as dangerous as I think she is, she won’t just be a problem for them—she’ll be a problem for you too."
Alex leaned back in his chair, his mind turning over the new information. He needed to move carefully. If she really was Elizabeth’s sister, then he had to know what she wanted and whether she was friend or foe.
Finally, he stood up, pulling his coat tighter around him. "I need to see her for myself."
Rose sighed but didn’t stop him. "Just be careful, Alex. If she’s anything like Elizabeth, she won’t be easy to deal with. But if she’s worse... you might not get a second chance."
Alex didn’t respond. He simply walked toward the door, stepping into the cold night. He had faced dangerous enemies before but this time, it felt personal.
On his way back home, he pulled out his phone and dialed a certain number, and when it was picked, he placed the phone on his ear.
"Man, I need you to look into someone for me," he said to the other person, his voice sounding urgent.
"Who?" The other person said, his voice was sharp.
"Emily Blackwood," Alex replied.
For a while, no response came until some seconds later. "Why does the name sound familiar?" The person mumbled, his voice laced with shock.
"That’s what I want you to find out," Alex replied and then cut the call.
He sighed deeply, throwing the phone back inside his pocket — Too many things keep happening and it seems as though he couldn’t keep up with any of them.
As he came near the apartment, he brought out another cigarette and lighted it, taking a long drag of it.
"If you keep smoking that thing every minute, you’ll end up dying before the hero organization decides to discards you," a female voice came from behind and when he turned around, he saw a tall lady standing there with, staring at him with a mixture of worry and mockery on her face.
He exhaled, letting the thick smoke curl into the air. "Miranda?" He mumbled, tilting his head.
The lady has long flowing platinum blonde hair styled in a braid, she had a sharp facial features and glowing red eyes that radiates intensity and danger. Her expression is calm yet deadly, hinting at both her confidence and relentless nature.
She was putting on a form-fitting black bodysuit adorned with intricate red accents, giving off a high-tech combat-ready appearance. The suit is sleek and armored, reinforced with glowing red circular components that likely serve as power source or cybernetic enhancements. The fabric features a hexagonal pattern, further emphasizing its advanced design.
In her hands were high-tech weapons, possibly an energy-based blade, adding to her formidable presence. She looked like a highly skilled assassin — Nothing like a hero she truly is.
"What are you doing here?" He asked her.
Miranda tilted her head. "Came to see you," she replied and began to walk towards him.
Alex put out the cigarette and threw it away, waiting for her to come to him.
"It’s been months," he mumbled. "I was thinking you’ve forgotten about me and the promise you made to me."
Miranda chuckled, finally closing the space between them. "How could I do such a thing?" She asked, caressing his face.
"Let’s go in then," he whispered.
Miranda giggled and then followed Alex into the apartment.
