228 Bonus Chapter

Kara's heart pounded in her chest like a drum, and her breath hitched in her throat as she instinctively shuffled backwards. Her eyes, wide with fear, darted around the room, finally landing on Arias. His presence was like a looming storm—dark and unpredictable.

Arias, on the other hand, seemed amused. A soft chuckle escaped his lips, his eyes twinkling with an unspoken secret. "You're asking the wrong questions, Kara," he said, his voice as smooth as silk, yet it sent chills down her spine. "But that's understandable; you're very scared right now, aren't you?"

In the blink of an eye, Arias was right in front of her. His towering figure cast a long shadow over her, making her feel small and insignificant. He held her chin gently, yet firmly, with two fingers, as if he were a lover caressing her face.

Kara's eyes widened in shock, her mind racing to find a way out of this situation. But before she could even move, Arias warned her, his voice casual yet threatening: "I'd avoid trying what you're about to do, lest you rip your own head off accidentally."

A wave of helplessness washed over Kara; her muscles stiffened, and her gaze turned from anger to terror. She felt like a mouse caught in a trap, unable to escape the cat's claws.

Arias, however, seemed to enjoy her fear. He flashed her a smile, his tone casual as if they were discussing the weather. "Hm, no need to look so frightened; I'm not a monster now, am I?" He paused, studying her face. "No, I can see it in your eyes; you think I'm something far worse than a monster. Is that why you're so scared? Because you know I could bring about so much horror, and no one could stop me?"

Kara wanted to respond, to deny his accusations, but her voice betrayed her. Her lips trembled, but no words came out. She felt like a deer caught in the headlights, frozen in place.

Arias seemed to understand her silence. He removed his hand from her chin and casually put it in his pocket. "There's no need to be scared; if I were here to hurt you, you'd already be dead. Rather, I'm here to help you."

With that, he walked over to her study desk, pulling out the chair and sitting on it as if he owned the place. Kara watched him, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and fear. How could this man, who seemed so cold and ruthless, claim to be here to help her?

Her heart was filled with anger, but she lacked the courage to voice her thoughts. She knew that Arias had the power to make her life a living hell, and that thought alone was enough to keep her silent.

A surge of anger welled up within her, a fiery mix threatening to consume her from the inside out. Yet she found herself paralyzed, her voice trapped within the confines of her throat. She was acutely aware of the danger Arias posed and his power to turn her existence into a waking nightmare.

With a heavy heart and a sense of impending doom, she managed to muster a question, her voice barely above a whisper: "Help me, how? And what if I don't need your help?"

Arias responded with a chuckle, a sound that echoed ominously in the silence. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, amused by her feeble attempt at defiance. "It's cute that you think you have a choice. As for what I'm helping you with, that would be becoming the thing Clark just denied you, a superhero."

"Why would you do that? You kill heroes; I'd rather die than do what you do."Her voice trembled with barely concealed rage, her fear gradually being overshadowed by the seething anger she felt towards Arias.

Arias, however, remained unfazed by her emotional turmoil. His response was straightforward, devoid of any emotion.

"Why? Because you're young and you have the right mindset, only it's flooded by the parasitic rules that govern this world. What I do is my business, and if you still feel the Justice League's way of doing things is right by the time I'm done helping, I promise to leave you and your family alone, Metropolis even."

His grin was a chilling sight, oozing with an unsettling level of confidence. Kara felt a shiver run down her spine, but she was painfully aware of her lack of alternatives. She opened her mouth to voice another question but quickly bit her tongue.

'It's stupid to ask if he'll keep his promise.' She chastised herself, feeling utterly lost and helpless.

With a heavy sigh, she finally conceded, "Fine, I accept your help." Her voice was barely audible, a testament to her desperation.

"Good. I look forward to seeing your growth."

A/N: So some of my more caring readers may wonder "Author? Where have you been?" Well that's a long bundle of stories, but let me start with the most recent, also don't judge me, I didn't know.

Okay as none of you know, I'm writing my end of year exams, okay stuff, nothing too difficult. However, some fuckery began at my last study session. So as usual, during exam time, the students who actually love school and students like me who only want to pass meet up to study late night, usually going over past exam papers.

I went there devoid of sleep and upset but surprise, surprise, there were some fine looking girls there. Having said fuck no nut november since day 1, I started cooking... academically. I was raising my hand, making contributions, asking questions, y'know, the shit my parents think I do here. Only two of the nice girls showed interest in your author but it was enough and i settled for the one with a bigger ass and lighter complexion. 

Fast forward and the session ends with your author having lied so much i think i made a new persona for myself. Regardless, the girl was impressed and invited me to her room for a snack. To me this was a green light so off i went. Once there, she brought out actual snacks and i was flabbergasted, but i didn't lose hope.

Wasted a good hour of my life convinving the girl to get stoned since the exam was a day away. Fast forward, she agreed and we ended up watching season 4 of sex education (weird stuff), but she vibed with it after 3 failed attempts, she let me finger her. This was all i needed and the situation escalated nicely. So all vibes right? Nope.

So while i was making love, yes love not fucking (the girl was a look me in my eyes type) so yea while doing that, her roomate came in, one of the nicer girls who didn't show interest in me. For this girl it wasn't a surprise since her dude is corprorate, came to pick her up in a range after the study but fuck that moving on. 

She comes in and gets angry, saying the friend wasn't being considerate, girl drama, I made the mistake of not leaving immediately and became a target for some insults but overrall the situation ended fine... or so i thought. I went back to my room and planned to sleep after playing some COD, only for campus security to burst in saying someone tipped them off about a student having marijuana. Thakfully i smoked the last of it before reaching my room but still, there i was, high as a kite getting my room searched.

And although they didn't find any, they did find a half finished bottle of vodka (no booze on campus). So yea, ended up being told i had a day to leave my dorm (You get found with booze, you get your accommodation stripped).

So there i am, pissed in the custodians office and the bitch who snitched came to give a testimony and even suggested they drug test me. Thankfully security already left so the custodian said fuck that noise and she left. 

I got a lecture, gave away my key and moved my stuff to friend room then rented a room by a lodge the next day. So disaster averted, I was feeling vengeful. I didn't even nut mind you, so wow, massive L.

I had to get back at her. Thankfully fate was on my side because when i went back to the custodian to finalize everything, he started complaining about how the exam room was dirty and the cleaner's weren't around. I offered to do it if he could not blacklist so that i could apply for accomodation again the following year and he agreed, said I seemed regretful and he understood that drinking is natural. Fuck yea, things were looking up.

But when he gave me the keys and told me which exam room, color me surprised to learn it was the one my class would be using in the next two hours. I contemplated for a moment if revenge was the way to go, and so I rushed to mall and bought a cheap tablet, quick setup, then filled it with cheat sheets and Taylor swift music.

Then as i was cleaning, i planted the tablet under her desk (they put names and exam numbers) and done. In my mind, they would find it while doing a final inspection and wala.

Two hours later, we're writing but she's still there so I'm thinking, "did it bust?" Curious, i go to the toilet (escorted by a lecturer) and after taking a piss, i give him a tip and return to my seat. After 10 minutes, another lecturer approaches the girl and asks her to stand, she pats her down... nothing...checks her desk.. BINGO

The girl immediately panics and starts denying, then they find more cheat sheets in her shoes... her actual ones, this didn't help her case but it sure as hell solidified my tiny plan. So yea, she got got, cried, yelled, I smiled, she left. 

hours after the exam, the girl i didn't finish fuc-making love to calls me to say the bitch needs help moving out. I'm like sheitt for real? Sure i'm a gentleman. So i went to soak in the pleasure and well I learned she was under a government scholarship and uh... yikes. The crying wasn't even enjoyable, just things like my dad will kill me, how will i pay for my loans, they've nullified the results of my other years. 

it became depressing so i just left. Not sure if that was an L or W, anyway i deserve a drink.