Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!

The portal didn't just spit them out—it hurled them, like trash being tossed into a void. Parker hit the cold marble floor like dead weight, the sound of impact cracking through the silence like a gunshot. Naomi's body followed, limp and motionless beside him. For a split second, everything was still. Just… empty space, cold air, and the eerie quiet of the mansion swallowing them whole.

And then—the screaming started.

It wasn't just pain—it was pure fucking hell.

"AAAH—FUCK—!" Parker's voice ripped through the air like claws on glass, raw and violent, tearing into every corner of the room. His body jerked like something had sunk its claws into his spine and wouldn't let go, muscles twitching and spasming with every wave of agony that slammed through him.

It wasn't natural. It was cruel.

The air shifted, thick with dread, like the house itself was holding its breath.

Ere was the first to move—her sleek, obsidian body darting from the shadows, fur on edge like a living blade. Her eyes glowed, cold and sharp like twin daggers in the dark.

"Parker!"

Heavy footsteps pounded the floor—Elena and Tessa stormed into the living room, ready to handle whatever threat was in front of them. But they weren't ready for this.

They stopped dead in their tracks.

An invisible wall—no, a fucking force—was wrapped around Parker, thick and pulsing with raw power, like the air itself had turned solid and mean. It shoved everything away, keeping them at arm's length no matter how hard they pushed forward.

"What the hell is this?!" Elena's voice wasn't steady anymore—it cracked, raw with something close to fear.

And then Naomi stirred.

Her eyelids fluttered, weak and slow, but the second she heard his screams—those broken, mangled sounds of pure suffering—her eyes snapped open, wide with panic.

"Parker?" Her voice came out small. So damn small.

But then she saw him.

The damage wasn't just bad—it was monstrous. His sweater had been torn apart, charred black in places and melted into the raw meat of his back. And underneath?

God.

His skin wasn't skin anymore. It was shredded and burnt—black, blistered, oozing like something fresh out of a horror movie. Steam—no, smoke—curled off his flesh like slow-moving ghosts, the room filling with the stench of burnt meat. The kind of smell that made your stomach twist because deep down, you knew what it was.

"Jesus fucking Christ…" Tessa stumbled back, hand flying over her mouth.

Parker's body jolted violently again. His fists slammed down on the marble so hard the floor cracked, sharp echoes bouncing off every wall. His screams weren't even human anymore—just raw, guttural sounds, like something wild and dying was trapped inside him.

"Parker!" Naomi's voice cracked, desperate now, her hands reaching out—but the invisible force shoved her back, hard enough to sting.

Ere pressed up against the barrier, fur bristling like she was about to rip the universe in half. 'This isn't just pain—this is something worse. Way worse.' others thought she was just a worried cat.

Elena's face drained of color. "He's—shit—he's dying. He's fucking dying right now."

Naomi couldn't breathe. She couldn't think. She remembered everything that happened until this moment and couldn't stop blaming herself but she couldn't also stop shaking from what she'd witnessed.

The room felt too small, too quiet compared to the screams. Every second felt like it lasted hours. His body convulsed again—harder, sharper. His voice broke—ripped apart like glass shattering on concrete.

And then—

BOOM.

The forcefield snapped, a shockwave blasting through the mansion like a grenade going off. The sound was deafening. They all went flying—Naomi, Ere, Elena, Tessa—thrown back like rag dolls.

And then it was silent as Ere was able to save them in time and nothing happened to them.

No screams. No breath. No movement.

Just Parker's broken body on the floor, smoke still curling off his back like the room wasn't ready to let go of the nightmare just yet.

Before Parker could fully disappear into the portal—it had hit him.

That damn vampire had landed a strike, and it wasn't the kind of hit that left a bruise or drew blood. No, this was something worse. Something that didn't just scrape flesh or shatter bone—it cut through reality, slipping under his skin, digging into places that weren't supposed to be touched.

He didn't know how it had happened or what the bastard did—but hell, it didn't matter now.

All that mattered was the pain.

It wasn't just pain—it was obliteration. Like someone had grabbed his soul, wrung it out like a dirty rag, and set it on fire just to watch him burn. It was brutal, vicious, and raw—a hurt that didn't give a damn about limits or mercy. His body wasn't his anymore; every muscle locked up, every nerve screamed so loud it felt like his own skin was trying to escape.

And for the first time? Parker wasn't sure if he could survive it.

If not for Soulspire holding the last thread of his being together, he'd be gone. Obliterated. Nothing left but ash and echoes.

Ere was frozen like others some distance away, her sharp eyes wide with something Parker had never seen from her before—fear.

For all her intelligence, for all that ancient, terrifying power pulsing just beneath her sleek form—right now, she was useless. Fucking useless. And she knew it. Watching her master writhe and claw at nothingness, she realized that all her wisdom, all her strength—none of it meant jack shit in this moment.

The girls—Tessa, Naomi, Elena—they weren't ready for this kind of nightmare.

They just stood there, stunned, their breath caught mid-gasp as reality did a full-body slam on everything they thought they knew. One second, Parker was fine—sharp, controlled, cold as ice. The next? He was collapsing like a man who had the entire goddamn weight of the universe crushing him.

All the weird moments, the cold stares, the off energy—they hadn't been paranoia. It was real. Their boss—this guy who could own a room with just a glance—was something else. Something not human. Even Ere!

But none of that shit mattered—not compared to this.

This wasn't some wild supernatural secret. This was Parker—their Parker—screaming silently through clenched teeth, shaking like every nerve was on fire, every bone ready to snap like brittle glass.

"Fuck—what do we do?!" Naomi's voice cracked like she was already breaking inside.The room was thick with stunned silence, the kind that settled heavy, suffocating.

Naomi swallowed hard, another voice shaking in the aftermath asking her. "What the actual fuck just happened?" Tessa asked. Elena looked like she might break if anyone touched her. Because realizing your man and their boss isn't human?

Yeah, that's a lot.

But watching someone you trusted—someone who always seemed untouchable—fall apart in agony you couldn't fix?

That shit left scars.

But Ere? Oh, she wasn't frozen anymore.

That fear flipped into something sharp and deadly as she blinked out of view, reappearing inside the invisible barrier surrounding Parker. The shift in the air was instant—thick, suffocating, otherworldly. The girls felt it hit like a slap to the chest.

Her voice? Not soft. Not comforting.

It was command. Pure, unshakable authority.

"Put him in the bed—now!"

No questions. No hesitation. They moved.

Tessa's hands trembled as she helped lift Parker, Elena biting back tears as they eased him onto the bed. The pain was written all over him—his jaw clenched so hard it might snap, sweat slicking his hair back, breath ragged like every second alive was a battle. The girls let go of their stunned surprises and moved.

Ere's paw landed on his forehead—gentle, sure, terrifying. Like she wasn't just touching flesh but something deeper.

"Let's enter the Dream, Master."

The second those words fell, Parker's body stopped shaking—just stopped and the invisible force wall disappeared too. Frozen in eerie silence. Ere vanished a heartbeat later, swallowed by something only she understood.

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