Rule 7 : Rage

CHAPTER 24: Welcome To The Wild.

Zayn readily accepted without hesitation, admitting, "Yes, DNA." He swiftly corrected himself, underlining the sincerity of his decision.

DNA directed Zayn to accompany him, leading the way out of the gym. Upon reaching the hallway exit, DNA halted and faced him. "Our destination is the Shadow Pact, a mere eight kilometers from here." his face contorted.

"May I ask, why are we heading there?" Zayn inquired, his forehead furrowing in concern.

"Lord Maximus assigned me a task within the Shadow Pact. We're going there because your first phase commences in that realm," DNA elucidated.

Curiosity sparked in Zayn's eyes as he questioned, "What exactly is my first phase?"

DNA glared, "You'll discover in due time. Shaque members don't indulge in unnecessary queries. By the way, do you fancy a smoke?" he inquired.

"No, I don't smoke," Zayn replied, a tinge of irritation in his voice.

"I don't ask people because they have no choice. Prepare yourself for the untamed, the unimaginable. Welcome to a world where 'wild' is an understatement," DNA grinned, a furtive spark in his eyes.

Amidst the unsettling silence and Zayn's growing confusion, he found himself bowing slightly, unable to shake thoughts of Imogen.

As they embarked on their journey, navigating the elaborate pathways of the Shaque, they eventually reached the exit, drawing near to the concealed car park.

A fleet of cars, each adorned with a unique array of colors and models, stood aligned – a sight both secure and impeccably arranged, evoking an air of mystery and order in the dimly lit surroundings.

DNA extended his hand towards his car, directing Zayn to join him. Once settled inside, DNA casually discarded his cigarette, replacing it with a fresh one; tendrils of smoke played around him, twisting a mysterious motion in the confined space.

Zayn, caught in a momentary coughing fit, found himself wrapped in the lingering scent of tobacco that permeated the air.

Unfazed by Zayn's discomfort, DNA continued his smoking ritual, the rhythmic inhales and exhales filling the car.

As the wisps of smoke entwined with the atmosphere, Zayn wrestled not only with the physical discomfort but also with a sense of unease settling in his mind.

Shifting his focus to the stereo, DNA's hands danced effortlessly over the controls. With a deft touch, he tapped the radio, unleashing a cascade of resonant sound that flooded the car.

The volume escalated, creating an emotional whirlwind as the music became an audible backdrop to the enigmatic journey ahead.

As the haunting strains of Nat King Cole's "Smile" filled the air, Zayn's mind journeyed back to the morning of the accident that set the course for his entry into the Shaque.

He vividly recalled the woman's fearful stance as she ignited the car, desperately fleeing from an ominous dread and the disturbing sound of gunshots.

The piercing acceleration of DNA's car shattered Zayn's contemplation, prompting him to regain composure. DNA, driving with the spirit of a seasoned racer, guided the vehicle skillfully.

Zayn, his mind consumed by thoughts, observed the interplay of light and rustling trees, feeling a profound sense of detachment since he emerged from the Shaque.

As Zayn advanced a few meters, a towering structure came into view, bearing a striking resemblance to the Shaque.

His heart quickened its pace as he read the bold inscription, 'Shadow Pact.' A surge of mixed emotions overwhelmed him, realizing he might be here for the worst.

Approaching the tower, the gates opened seamlessly for DNA's car. As the engine fell silent, corporate guards swiftly approached. With the opening of the car doors, Zayn stepped onto the scene, his gaze fixed in awe upon the towering structure.

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