The Alpha's Puppets

Elaine's POV

Contrary to what the world we called reality, I expected all those girls' childish stories to be like fantasies and fairytales my mom kept storytelling me every night before heading to bed.

Those gorgeous princesses live in a pompous kingdom, wearing elegant and luxurious gowns, glimmering shoes, and a good-looking knight shining armor standing beside them.

All those fantasies had already been marked and were absorbed into my faithful and hopeful brain. However, my dream of a kind of fairytale was only an image of my miniature and feeble mind since I was ten years old before I got kidnapped by an unidentified group of men whose job was to gather kids like me.

Right after that, I haven't seen the beauty of the outside world. Not even had the chance to reach out to my mom who lives alone in our home. Don't even know if she was still alive with those years being gone.

Eight Years Later

The boisterous and continuous sounds of gunfire forced us to wake up from our respective decks. It was five in the morning and our eyes were still heavy and our faces were wrapped up with dried saliva.

"Good morning, ladies," he broke a smile before he clapped his hands. "Apology if I have to cut off your sweet little dreams. Because starting today, half of you could get the chance to dream again."

The man wearing an all-black suit standing firm outside the metal bars was Vladimir Speer. He was born half-Chinese and half-American. Those were two pieces of information I knew about him when his true identity was purported to be highly classified.

However, rumors say that he is a founder of an ancient organization called, "The Alpha's Puppets", where girl kids are raised, trained, and use our naked bodies to fulfill his dreams and fantasies.

Needless to say, Vladimir was as tall, had fair white skin, and was a good-looking man since eight years ago when his group of men kidnapped and locked us in a facility on a small private island.

For the past eight years, I was trained through thick and thin hand-to-hand combats, which toughened my emotions, and taught me about the value of teamwork and friendship.

"It's time for you ladies to prove that your loyalty belongs to me. After tonight, I promise every one of you who survives. The outside world is waiting," he added.

"What the hell do you mean by that?" The girl who jumped out of her deck and took the courage to ask Vladimir was Shantell. She was a year older than me.

We were brought together in this place before the training began. Despite the adversaries of my life while staying on this hellhole of the island, she was my haven.

She took care of me every time I got into trouble during our training and with those girls who attempted to bully me. For that same reason, we became best friends for eight years and counting. She became my big sister.

"It simply means that in this particular training, I required each of you to hand me over a dead body. Just one. Not two or three, but one. If you want more, then I’m not against it…"

Everyone, including me, felt skeptical about the idea. We, ladies, found the notion ridiculous and unimaginable. I have been together with these girls since day one for the past eight years. And I already considered and treated them as part of my new family.

"I will give you fifteen minutes, ladies. The gates will be open in the next fifteen minutes. And don't disappoint me." those were Vladimir's words before he turned around and left the room.

After Vladimir disappeared from our sight, everyone hopped out of their respective decks and stared at each other with caution.

"This is ridiculous. Why are we killing each other? We're like families here, right? This is…," her words were cut off when one of the ladies ripped off her throat using an old-fashioned knife.

As soon as we saw the blood that flowed out of her throat, Shantell and I immediately slid to the corner. She then stood before me so no one from those ladies could lean their hands on me.

"No matter what happened, you stay behind me, do you understand?" she blurted with conviction, but her facial expressions told me something more than meets the eye.

"What are you gonna do?" I asked. Terror flashed over me when I started seeing drops of blood flooding the tiled floor.

Shantell turned half of her face at me, enough that I sensed those worries and fears that marked her left eye. Then, she began attacking the ladies.

Out of the fifteen minutes allotted to us by Vladimir, several undesirable and unimaginable things happened. Shantell and I got separated when some of the girls made an effort to kill us both.

It was brutal, merciless, and monstrous. My entire body was covered in sweat the moment I choked one of us. Hard enough, she responded with a short moan from extreme pain. She could barely breathe as I attempted to drain out the rapid air that came out of her nose and mouth.

She pushed to the limit to pull me down, but my left leg was pinned on top of her back with my left hand holding her long black curly hair. I did not give myself the chance to look for Shantell when all I could think of at that time was to survive.

After ripping off her throat, I dropped my depleted body to the cold tiled floor stained with her drops of blood. Until the fifteen-minute allotted time ended.

From thirty young, innocent, and good-looking women, our numbers dropped to fifteen. And the other fifteen were all lifeless, lying on the ground right beside our very own feet.

A part of me wanted to scream, lash out, or at least utter profanity in disbelief since my feeble conscience could barely imagine that I just murdered someone fifteen minutes ago.

"Good job, ladies. I'm so proud of you." Vladimir clapped his hands continuously. "Now, you can get back to the chambers to clean yourselves. Then, you can continue your disrupted fairytale dreams."

My entire body was utterly trembling as we marched to the chamber. This time, Vladimir provided us with a better place to stay. A room built with an AC, a television set, and a fridge filled with food and drinks.

Complaining would be the last thing I would do after seeing the room with everything I needed. A peaceful room to stay in was all I asked for, away from those girls again.

Shantell and I got traumatized after killing one of us in cold blood. What happened fifteen minutes ago had already been marked into my history. To forget that terrible incident will only be granted when my body was put six feet under the ground. And that's when the day I die.

"Just don't think too much about it, Elaine," Shantell uttered as soon as she slid closer to me in the bathroom. Her voice was barely above a whisper. "Vladimir already informed us since day one that this gonna happen."

"And we were like her puppets, Shantell. If I could have just found my mom that day instead of trusting and coming with that monster." I replied with my eyes fixed on the mirror while rubbing my naked body with the soap.

Shantell snatched the soap from me and helped me rub my back. She then chuckled as though something from what I said tickled her. "Don't worry, Elaine. Once we are done with this training, we'll be out of here soon. And you can find your mom when that happens."

"Should I believe in that fantasy, huh, Shantell?" I asked her before I reached out to the shower and switched it off.

"Let's make that happen. With you by my side, everything is possible, Elaine. I worked hard day and night to become indestructible."

Right after taking a bath, we slid into our closets and put some clothes on. Then we jumped on our deck where soft and cottoned mattresses awaited us. Shantell and I occupied one of the rooms together.

However this time, it was more comfortable than the prior room that we used to stay. As soon as I dropped my body, I closed my eyes to at least forget everything that happened a few hours ago.

Archie's POV

On the other side of the story, I was buying a hot cup of coffee for the chief captain and his partner, who was seated in the front seat of the armored car we were in.

My name is Archie Williams. After I graduated with my Criminology course with flying colors, wasting a minute of my time and day was not part of my bucket list.

I wasted no time in order for my career to grow and back up my future dream to be the Inspector-General of Police in the New York City Police Department.

To make that dream come true, I applied and began as one of the law enforcers in the New York Police Department. Lucky enough I got hired in one attempt of my application.

And now, I am considered one of those amateur cops in our department. But the coolest thing about our job was that they already assigned me out of the field to catch some bad guys with Mr. Denver, our chief Captain, and his partner in crime, Julius, who was technically in charge of my future in the department.

Speaking of bad guys, we were currently parked in front of a twenty-story commercial hotel. An anonymous concerned citizen tipped us that "The Alpha's Puppets" were on the loose again after a few years of being dormant.

The entire New York Police Department was now keeping an eye on that organization when, as of date, we managed to record thirty poor kids who disappeared eight years ago and never heard of them since then.

Their cases remained open and ongoing when no one dared try to stop their cause. Nevertheless, someone tipped us that one of their "so-called" puppets was on her mission to kill the Secretary of Defense.

"Wooh… What the hell was that chief?" The balls of my eyes enlarged as I gulped the food I filled into my mouth down to my throat. "Are you guys watching porn?" I blurted in disbelief.

"It is not what you think it is, you idiot. That woman on the screen was one of the puppets. That man she was giving pleasure with is the Secretary of Defense…"

While Mr. Denver kept on talking about the footage right in front of me, I could not help but lock my lustful eyes on the screen of his laptop while feeding my mouth with popcorn.

To my confusion, they slowly dragged their gaze at me when all they could hear was the crunching sounds of the popcorn. And their irritated eyes were telling me that both of them were about to slap me in the face.

"Fine. I'm sorry." I stopped filling my mouth and set the bucket of popcorn beside me before I asked, "Was she good in bed?"

"Excellent," Mr. Denver and Julius exclaimed in unison.

"If I was in his shoes, and with that kind of woman with me in bed, I could have had my orgasm already," Julius added.

With their eyes fixed on the screen, I secretly filled my mouth with popcorn. It was at that moment when the popcorn I fed into my mouth was stuck in my throat as the naked woman shifted into a doglike monster and ripped off the Secretary of Defense’s throat.

Mr. Denver and Julius were in a race to hop out of the car and rush to the commercial hotel with their guns fully loaded. In order for them to have ears and eyes outside, I stayed in the car with a Glock-19 firearm on and a mini-telescope in my hands.

My badge was not accustomed yet between life and death scenarios so I waited in the car. I thought being in the car provided me safety when things like this happened to the cops. That was what I thought at first until the doglike monster jumped as high as forty feet to the ground.

The second the doglike monster's foot landed on the ground, I was left with no other choice but to hop out of the car and follow her, especially when she got shot by one of the cars passing by in the same street as me.

Before the windows of the black BMW armored car closed, the man wearing black sunglasses pulled another bullet straight to the woman's forehead and smiled at me.