Purple eye

The room was a mess, like a battle had just happened. Broken furniture and stuff were everywhere. In the middle of the chaos, Elara was lying unconscious, her hair a mess, clothes dirty.

She slowly woke up, her head throbbing. The rain that fell lightly on her face was the first thing she noticed.

"Ugh... my head...," she groaned, trying to move but realizing her hands were tied up tight.

"What’s going on?!" she mumbled, looking around the room in confusion. She frowned. "Honestly, a barn would’ve been more comfortable than this..."

She tried to free herself, struggling but failing. The rain kept pouring over her, soaking her through.

Outside the room, she could hear some voices.

One man spoke roughly. "She’s got a purple eye, boss. She looks good. We could get a good price for her."

A second man responded, "Purple eye, huh? Interesting. Show her to me."

Elara's heart dropped. She had been caught before—she knew what was coming. She wasn’t the strongest of her family, and she was always the one in these kinds of situations.

The door opened, and two thugs entered, followed by a tall man in a sharp suit with a scarred face. One of the thugs warned him.

"Boss, don’t look her in the eyes—especially the purple one. She might be able to read your mind."

The boss chuckled, kneeling down in front of her. He covered her right eye with one hand and lifted her chin with the other.

"Let’s see what we’ve got here…" he said, studying her with a mix of curiosity and greed.

Elara, still tied up, tried to squirm, but it only made her look even more helpless. She looked like a little kid caught in a trap.

The boss stood up, nodding. "Perfect. Get her ready for sale. I don’t want her staying here any longer."

Suddenly, Elara started giggling softly, and then it turned into full-blown laughter. The boss and his goons stared, completely confused by her reaction. One of the thugs stepped forward, mocking her.

"What’s so funny, huh? Your brain scrambled already?"

But Elara’s laughter only grew louder, and she finally managed to catch her breath and speak, still grinning.

"I love how you guys think you know everything about me," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I hope you did your homework properly."

The boss narrowed his eyes. "What are you talking about, girl? We know all about you."

Elara tilted her head, smirking. "All about me? Are you sure?"

The boss crossed his arms. "Yeah, we know you’re immortal. That’s why we’re selling you."

Elara burst out laughing again. "Wow, someone’s been doing their research."

"You’ve got a lot of guts for someone who looks so weak," the boss sneered. "Don’t forget—you’re still under our control."

"And that..." Elara said, still smirking, "is where you made your first mistake. Bad student."

The boss, getting frustrated, marched toward her. His hand swung towards her face, but just before it hit, he froze.

His arm was stuck. Not held—trapped by some invisible force, like a vice.

He slowly turned his head. Standing in the doorway, looking calm and deadly, was Raze—his red eye glowing in the dim light.

"If I were you," Elara said, still with that smug smile, "I’d start running. Red eyes are never a good sign... right, big bro?"

The boss's eyes widened in disbelief. "Big bro?! How many of you are there?!"

Raze cracked a grin, his voice low and threatening. "Don’t worry about it. You just need to know... I’m about to deal with all of you."

From outside the room, the sounds of punches, crashes, and the boss and his thugs screaming filled the air. Raze walked out, dusting off his hands. He glanced at Dorian, who had a look of surprise on his face.

"One of them said he was going to file a complaint against me," Raze sighed.

Dorian blinked, still not fully understanding. "Uh, where’s Elara?"

Elara's angry scream came from inside the room.

"YOU USELESS IDIOTS, I’M STILL TIED UP IN HERE!!!"

Raze and Dorian froze, then rushed back to untie her.

Once she was free, they started heading out, but Elara tripped on some loose wires and slammed into the door with a loud THUD.
Elara's face ended up almost painted on the door from the outside.

Dorian sighed. "If you’re not going to kill yourself, can we please just go home? We have schoolwork to finish."

Elara, her voice shaking but still dramatic, managed to stand up. "I really thought that was it for me... I thought I was done."

Dorian rolled his eyes. "Alright, alright, stop crying. It’s not that serious. This is supposed to be a comedy, not a tragic drama. Let’s go."

Elara let out a fake pout, raising her voice dramatically. "Hey! I’m just expressing my feelings! You two meatheads could at least show me some sympathy!"