Chapter 7: Mitchelle Delavin

Chapter 7: Mitchelle Delavin

“I’m always on your side. I don’t care if you ignore me, but I can assure you this, I will never leave you because I am your best friend. I am your sweet protector.-M.D.”

THIRD PERSON’S POV

In the Famous Commercial Building in Quezon City; the Corale Tower with a height of 1,043 feet and have sixty-six floors. A lot of people gasps as the Kawasaki Ninja 250 Motorcycle enters the parking lot with a full inhuman speed. It is like the strong gush of wind enters the area.

As the motorcycle stops at the private parking area of Blythe’s, there they saw was a woman wearing all black clothes, taking off her black helmet. Her long black curly hair was revealed showing her regal angelic face and non-emotion eyes. She has a height of 158 centimeters and has a perfect body shape where her butt and waist make the men out there drool at her existence. She was wearing a long sleeve leather jacket with white tops inside revealing a bit of her flawless skin, long pants denim jeans, ankle-covering boots, and black gloves. She straightly walks towards the black elevator door intended for the Blythe’s only and pushes button 66 on the top floor. She can hear their gossips about her and did not mind their words, on how they fantasize about her beauty.

When she got out of the elevator, people’s gaze in the building locked on her with mouths hanging in awe, some men are drooling, others are full of excitement, girls in the area envy her goddess beauty and others were trembling from fear. She was walking confidently to her office with the entire graceful move as she sways her curvy hips.

“Senorita Amaia was back. Oh, god. My beauty cannot be compared to her.” The girl wearing black office attire whispered to her friend who can’t take the eyes on her.

“For almost five months, I am glad she already came back. But, we should be careful with our moves right now. We know how devil she is if we do simple mistakes.” The man whispered to his co-worker. He should have spoken again but Amaia’s hawk eyes landed on him, making him feel the invisible electricity of fear.

Amaia is back. The Queen of Doom is back. She has a title as a Doom Queen, one of the famous Neuropsychologists in Asia. She is a remarkable psychologist and resolves a lot of cases on her patients even her attitude was kind of ill-tempered.

“Amaia! My best friend!” A woman’s childish voice echoed in the area, as they can hear how she runs as her heels can be heard on the tiled floor, going to Amaia’s direction. Amaia stop from walking as she was in front of the door towards her office, making the woman who called her best friend bumped into her back.

“Ou-ch! What kind of back do you have? Steel?” The woman grunted in pain, massaging her forehead and her nose. She was pouting while talking.

“Prepare you’re reporting for the last five months, Mitchelle. And, past you’re written letter of apologies in five blank sheets of long bond paper. I give you twenty minutes or else you will end up being kicked out in my office.” Amaia’s words made the people out there panic and stone from their stands. Once Amaia was giving warnings no need to counterattack her words or you will see what you search for. Amaia closed the door of her office and Mitchelle shout in surprise.

“No! Amaia! Ple—“

“Five minutes, Miss Delavin. If you can’t comply better move out on this place. Such a noisy person!” Amaia’s voice echoed in the intercom device, making all the workers control their laughs seeing Mitchelle Delavin with pale skin and widen eyes. When her strength and senses came back. She quickly runs towards her table and panicky writes down what she was ordered to do.

She is the loyal Secretary of Amaia and has been with her since they’re in Secondary School. Mitchelle was very obsessed with claiming she is the best friend while Amaia did not bother or entertain her importunate attitude. She is 155 centimeters in height. Has long bob brown hair with a deep side part and soft curls fit on her round face. She has downturned green eyes, a short nose, and pouty pink lips while her skin color is tan. She was wearing full black office attire showing her hourglass body. She has a lively attitude, childish and sweet. Everyone was being fond of her attitude and they call Amaia and Mitchelle the yin-yang female versions. Because, they know Amaia still cares for her, no matter how hard her heart is.

Amaia has her own office, which was located on the sixty-sixth floor. She has fifty loyal workers that assist all of her patients. She is the head Neuropsychologist and she has nine hired psychologists in different fields of studies. That’s why they respect her that much because she is the one who is giving their salary and let them taste a wonderful life.

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“I-I know whatever I tell you today you might just judge me being crazy. But I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t mad and everything I saw was true.” Amaia looks at the girl’s eyes and scans her body. She was eighteen years old, trembling and agitated by something she saw. She came from Baguio City and travel to Quezon City to meet the famous Psychologist, Amaia. Hoping she can help with her situation.

She can hear how the heart of the girl pumps so fast due to shock. Her wakeful eye shows how she can’t sleep well and cries making her uncomfortable to move. Amaia saw how her skin got a lot of bruises and when her eyes landed on her right arm; there she saw a claw mark and fresh wounds.

‘Hmm. Now started to lurk around in Human town, huh’ Amaia’s thoughts full of rush excitement.

“Okay, honey. Relax. I will help you but first, may I know your name, young lady?” Amaia’s soft cold voice made the girl stare at her hazelnut eyes. She stops crying and hiccupping, as she can felt the sincerity and excitement in her voice.

“A-ya. My name is Aya, Mi-ss?” Aya stuttered while a red flush on her cheeks. She was attracted to Amaia’s angelic beauty. Amaia gives her a faint sweet smile.

“Call me. Amaia. Okay, Aya. Can you tell me what you saw that made you like that?” Amaia made sure to make her voice feeling sympathy towards the poor girl. Aya nodded, closing her eyes, and made a deep release of air, as she was ready to talk about it.

“Wolves… Three Big Wolves that can transform into like us. I guess it’s a Werewolf! I saw it with my two eyes. How they attack my grandparents. How they killed them and try to attack me…but I manage to run away leaving my grandparents lifeless bo-dy!” Aya burst into crying holding her chest as she was shaking. Amaia balled her fist and can even hear her gritted teeth. She knew it is a Were-Rogue’s doing. And what made her think deeply, what their reason is starting to disturb humans.

“I believe you. Can you describe it to me? How they look, Aya?” Aya stared at her with hopeful eyes. Nodding as she can feel the light on her heart that someone believes in her story.

“They have a stinky fur and smells like a corpse. They have long-sharp teeth and acidic saliva’s. One of them claws my right arm as I am trying to save my grandma. But my grandma doesn’t want me to get killed with them that’s why she does her best to stop them, as I run away and ask for help. No one believes me and even tells me I’m crazy.” Amaia nodded. She can see how Aya was traumatized. Her cold non-emotion eyes did not feel pity, but she knows how painful it is to witness your loved one’s death.

“And, the-y transforms into a Man and gets my parents body as I-I saw another man standing under the Mango Tree. I think it’s their leader seeing how he stands and cloth himself.” Aya added.

Amaia’s ears perk up, giving a lot of interest what Aya saw, “Leader?” she asked.

“Ye-ah. It is a man wearing a Mask while smoking a tobacco stick. I saw how his eyes blinking in red. Seeing him, I know he was dangerous. And he even gives me a sly smile as he licks the blood of my grandma. That’s the last thing I saw as they disappeared on my sight.” Aya’s fear was very visible.

Amaia comforted her, and telling her doesn’t be afraid. She believes in her. Well, that’s the truth. She gives a prescription of medicine good for calming her nerves and brains. Then, make sure she will not come again to her home town. Amaia even gives her enough money to start a new life and promises to find the Werewolves who killed her grandparents.

“Hmm, you love playing hide and seek, huh. Then, I will let you play, bastard until I catch you…”

TO BE CONTINUED...