Chapter 212: The Fury of Mistress Chaos Part 1 (2/2)

”There you are!” Iris flinched turning to see Mistress chaos muddling up a large explosion. Calling up all her cubes, she created serval barriers to block the attack, and although it broke through most of them, thankfully, it was enough to hold the attacks back. Iris called up one more cube panting holding it in her hand, squeezing it hard enough for it to become soft. Launching it out the window, she three civilians out collapsing safely on the new landing down below. Pushing herself back, she climbed back into another set of vents to slip away. The cubes broke apart as Iris watched from the vents Mistress Chaos walk past. ”Cautious one aren't you. If you think sneaking around will help you win, you're dead wrong little one.” The woman looked directly up, staring at Iris through the vents making her freeze in horror. ”Die!”

Iris was blown out of the vents smashing to the ground struggling to stand. Lifted up by her neck Iris struggled around kicking Mistress Chaos serval times. ”Even if I cannot kill Sam Belling, I'm sure you are close enough to Alton for him to feel something.”

Iris gripped the woman's arm tightly before yelling her eyes glittering yellow. ”Don't underestimate a Hawthorne member!” The woman was knocked back as two cubes smashed against her lifting the villain in the air morphing around, twisting and turning. On the floor, Iris threw her hand down as serval cubes now spears stabbed into the cube, cutting it apart before it was smashed down. On her last leg, Iris panted looking up in shock. ”Impossible… How did that do nothing?”

Mistress Chaos emerged from the onslaught with nothing but a few cuts. ”While I admire your efforts, this ends now.”

Iris panicked forming a bubble around Mistress Chaos negating the explosion. It worked for the most part, but Iris was still knocked back, hitting the wall behind her. Staring at her foe, Iris gripped her fist tightly, always willing to fight. ”Why are you doing this?! Just how sick are you to attack a hospital and attempt to kill an innocent girl stuck in a coma?!”

”Call me what you like I do not care. You're a friend of my daughter; I suppose one of the weaklings to soften her up. She hesitates to even kill her enemies these days how far she's fallen. But if I were to kill people who are close to her dear sweet Alton Brantley, maybe that will give her a wakeup call to fight.”

”Scarlett… You're Lilith Syndicate then, Scarlett's mother.”

”Correct. Thinking about it, I believe we've met before correct? Hawthorne, you're not anything special so you must be Iris Hawthorne. If it were Alice, she might have defeated me.”

Perhaps. That's just how amazing my sister is. But that doesn't mean I'll let you walk all over me. I'll defend Sam's life until my last breath!”

”Like I was going to let you have it any other way.”

Lighting an explosion Iris prepared for the worst looking away expecting death to come. But before her eyes, the blast was stopped as Mistress Chaos was sent flying to her right through serval walls. Iris glanced up coughing, struggling to see who it was. ”Sam?”

Iris was picked up thrown onto the figure's back as they began to run. Both, however, stopped as Mistress Chaos blasted back blocking their escape. ”After all this time you foolish decide to show yourself after the humiliating defeat again and again.”

”Well, that's just me. I'm a real sore loser.”

Iris was left in shock recognising the voice straight away clinging onto the figure with the last of her strength. The figure pulled his sleeve up as a thick tattoo was revealed of a sea serpent. It began coming to life reacting as another explosion came. The sea serpent snapped from the figure's arm wrapping around both of them negating the blast with a heavy burst of water. ”It can't be… You, why are you here?”

”It's a long story. I'll explain everything when this is all over. Can you still fight midget?”

”I can…”

Iris was let down working on pure willpower just to stand. Mistress Chaos smirked rubbing her chin. ”You stopped my explosion. Not too bad for a Montague that is.”

”I'm not Montague. I threw that life away because of my own twisted desires and corrupted natures. I hate that I thought like that, but the veil has been torn from my eyes. I'm changing my ways. I'm returning to my old ways and making good on that promise. You're now up against Monty, the first hero of Rhinefield I hope your prepared villain.”