Her Deadly Weapon: Fated to be their Worst Nightmare

Casper's POV

"Casper, why are you covering your face? Did something happen after the training?" Gwen questioned, her voice laced with concern as she forced me to turn around to have a better look at my face.

As soon as she caught a glimpse of my withered face, the balls of her eyes remained wide open, and her anger rose to its peak after seeing the blue and purple discoloration that surrounded my eyes and cut on my lips.

And I find it so hard to even drop a tear when all my face could feel was the unbearable pain after being beaten by five women who love to hurt and bully me every time our paths cross.

"Who did this to you, Casper? Tell me all the names who did this to you!" she added, however, this time, her growls forced the heavy tears to pour down my cheeks.

"Please, don't do anything, Gwen. No one did this to me. I'm really fine. After the training earlier, I stumbled to the ground. That's how I got these bruises," I defensively lied even if what I certainly felt was contrary to the words that came out of my mouth.

However, it appears that Gwen already had her list as she grabbed my hand and dragged me toward the main house by force. I attempted to remove her hands from me but her grip was harder than I expected.

With every step we took closer to the main house, I could not stop myself from bursting into tears. Also, the closer we got, the heavier the tension that lingered in my heart.

Getting revenge from those who almost beat me to death was no longer on top of my worries when I already accepted my fate of being bullied and humiliated by everyone because I was born too feeble, naive, and useless.

And the last thing I want to happen is to add fuel to the fire between me and those ladies becoming more severe or causing further trouble because I know they will not leave me alone, let alone let Gwen take revenge on my behalf.

For the past ten years, Gwen has been my only redeemer, redemption, and adviser. She treated me like her real sister and always shared her food with me every time those greedy kids with us left me nothing.

Similar to those lines I carved on those trunks, I also lost count of how many times she saved my ass from those who tried to hurt and bully me. Because of her unconditional kindness, I vowed to return the favor and protect her once I became stronger.

"Gwen, please, don't make this hard for me, I'm begging you. Let's just forget about what happened earlier, okay?" I pleaded, worries and fears sent shivers down my spine as soon as we stepped foot into the canteen.

"No." Gwen declared with conviction. "Forgetting what those bitches did to you was the main reason they kept on hurting and bullying you. Because you let them without even trying to defend yourself. Enough is enough, Casper. So, better stay behind me if you don't want to join me."

There in the corner were those ladies who marked my skin with wounds and bruises. The five of them turned their eyes at me with contempt, so I stood behind Gwen's shadow, trembling in fear, unable to do anything to defend myself.

Without asking further questions, Gwen slammed one of the women's heads on the table. "I told you not to lay your dirty fingers on Casper, but none of you listens!"

The four of them rose from their seats right after they grabbed everything they could get from the table; spoon, fork, and even glasses, readying to attack us.

My name is Casper Cruz. Turning eighteen in a few days if my calendar counts serves me right. Ten years ago, I was eight and was kidnapped by a mysterious organization they called, "The Alpha's Puppets" and was brought to this island along with fifty other female kids.

Our numbers dropped to thirty when the twenty didn't make it every time a new sunset rose to the east. They died either with a bullet in their heads, eaten by those wolves, especially those who attempted to escape or because of their unattended and uncured wounds or illnesses.

Confused and frightened, we were left wondering why we were chosen. Since then, I kept wondering why am I compromised when as far as I can remember, the little me was too introverted, dependent, and scaredy-cat.

Our family was not affluent compared to Gwen the way she claimed it. Dad works as a farmer on my uncle's ranch with a bare minimum wage. Mom, on the other hand, was only a housewife who depended on Dad's indigent monthly paycheck.

As soon as we got locked up on the island with no means of escape, we were trained day and night by force. Military training such as hand-to-hand combat, getting passed those sharp metal barbed wires without getting a cut on our skin, endless running, hunting wild and non-wild animals to have something on the table, and getting exposure to the direct rays of the sun.

Nevertheless, the most difficult training I could barely forget even until now was every time they shoved our heads into the seawater for a few minutes, measuring longevity and endurance to hold our breath.

We were women too vulnerable compared to those heartless men with terrifying faces and bulging muscles. They all carry guns and daggers. Accompanied by those wolves that with every small mistake, are ready to devour us as a whole, we can do nothing apart from following their orders.

The heavy feeling was too suffocating. I keep thinking about dying over and over again as my breath can only last up to twenty seconds. Luckily, I managed to get passed those endless nightmares for the past ten years.

And I kept crying in silence every time the exhausting training ended for as far as I can remember. The only two witnesses to my endless tears and nightmares were Gwen and those trees around us.

"Good evening ladies, apology for the interruption. Please, take your seats and proceed with your dinners!" Exclaims Lancelot, the youngest among the three cousins, also, he just saved me from getting beaten by those ladies again.

We were too scared to even speak or move any part of our bodies by their unexpected arrival. So I dragged Gwen to the next table and grabbed our seats, but her sharp stares were still fixed on those women.

The three cousins barely visited us on the island. Well. They visited once or twice a week based on my journal to check up on us, if we were still alive, eating and drinking enough, or getting the right training.

First on the list, we have Lancelot de Guzman. He was the youngest of de Guzman based on his physical appearance who stands probably six feet tall and four inches.

Apart from his out-of-this-world and drop-dead gorgeous physical appearance, I heard rumors that he had the most successful life outside compared to his other cousins. Those glimmering suits every time he visits are enough reason to prove it.

Then we have Lawrence de Guzman who stood an inch taller and more mature compared to Lancelot. One of the rumors about him is that he is his parent's only heir as their family owned well-known and large corporations in New York City.

Among those rumors that piqued our interest was about them being fearless werewolves. These security guards who keep guarding the entire island claim that the three are half-human and half wolves.

I don't know if they were always been on drugs to declare that ridiculous claim. I mean, who could not be? Even the school never mentions anything about their existence.

We never saw them shift into one every time they visited us. Those terrifying security guards and wolves were terrified of them, but I believe that is because the three were their big bosses. Half-human and half-wolf? They have to be kidding us.

"While you are all in your meals, I will take this opportunity to announce some good news." The man who said those words was the eldest if I was not mistaken.

His name is Leonardo de Guzman, probably in his mid-thirties based on the way he presents himself. Despite his bad-boy-type appearance, most of the women with me preferred him to be their kind of knight in shining armor.

They were drooling and excited to see him. For them, he was worth the wait after a week of exhausting training.

But for me, the three were all the same. Behind those good-looking faces, lies their hidden masks. Their true color. A ruthless and heartless kidnappers.

"Listen up, ladies!" he added before he nodded to Lawrence and Lancelot with a smile on his face, "the three of us decided to send you all back to your motherland tomorrow before sunrise. Isn't that what you all wanted to hear for the past ten years?"

My tears voluntarily streamed down my cheeks when I could not believe what I was hearing. Tears of joy. Freedom at last. There were no days that I could not think of my Mama and Papa in my motherland every time we had our hard training.

They were the main reason I endured those unbearable pain, rumbling stomachs, and endless nightmares. Since the three cousins, the security guards, or even those wolves did not kill us in the first place, I was pretty convinced that they had their reasons for keeping us alive.

No further questions, after the meal, we went to our respective deck beds with overwhelming excitement engraved on our faces, lifting all our exhaustion, and removing the weights and thorns from our shoulders.

At least... That's what we all expected in unison until we heard continuous sounds of gunshots, screams, and moans all over the place.

"What the hell is going on...?" I did not get the chance to finish my question when Gwen quickly covered my mouth with her bare hands, her sharp eyes scanning all corners of the room we were in.

"I don't know what the hell is going on, but a group of men in masks sneaked into the island and are attacking and killing us," Gwen whispered before she helped me up and walked toward the doorway.

Worries and fears sent shivers down my spine contrary to the terrific dream I had a few hours ago when the continuous screaming and sounds of gunshots never stopped. This time, they're getting closer to our direction.

"Stay behind me if you don't want anything bad to happen to you. Do you understand?" Gwen intensely said as she reached out to my trembling arms.

Just when we were about to sneak out of the doorway, the cold and hard metallic tip of a rifle was aimed straight at our heads. Two men in masks were standing behind the door.

"Ple-please, do-don't kill us." Without hesitation, I dropped to my knees, trembling, and tears pouring down my cheeks like an open faucet.

No, I can't die without seeing my parents. I have been waiting for that opportunity for the past ten years. Even without the de Guzman's help, our escape plan has already been set. We were simply looking for the perfect opportunity to do it.

"I'm afraid we can't do that, ladies." one of them replied with conviction. "We were simply following strict orders from above."

After letting out those words, two quick sounds of gunshots reverberated in my ears. Fresh drops of blood were sprayed and stained all over my face, followed by our bodies plummeting to the tiled floor.

"Casper... R-U-N!?!" Gwen yelled at me after seeing three largely terrifying and hungry werewolves approaching in our direction, all their eyes were glowing.

Their unexpected appearance tells me something is wrong. Something unfavorable to us. So, without asking further questions, I moved from the ground and sprinted as fast as my blood dripping, ignoring the continuous sounds of gunshots and bodies lying on the ground.

Even ignoring the fact that I left Gwen, my best friend, alone in the hands of those wolves. What mattered to me was to get the hell out of the house, alive.

So I kept running away heading to the east coast of the island without any signs of contemplation despite stumbling and plummeting to the rough surface of the ground.

My continuous weeping resounded through the trees and bushes, but I kept moving forward, as it was the only way I could be saved.

But as soon as I reached the seashore where we hid our small wooden canoe, my world and only hope shattered into pieces upon seeing by the sight of most parts of the boat ravaged and floating away from the seashore.

"N-O-O-O?!?" I screamed out my frustration at the top of my lungs, and my boisterous voice shooed all the birds and other wild animals that were sleeping in peace nearby.