SECOND HEIR

Mouth falling open and fingers touching her parted lips, Mischa felt her muscles stiffen. She throw an incredulous stare at Narco seated next to her who was now creepily smirking from ear to ear. Narco's impostor was very pleased with her reaction. She was now fuming with anger. They may have successfully copied Narco's appearance but they will never be him. Even Narco's usual expressions are copied perfectly by them but there is still something different, something off with these clones. The overwhelming emotion was visible on their faces which is far from the real Narco who was born emotionless.

Mischa lowered her head. Her brain went blank for a few seconds, trying to process what was happening. Her sense of hearing stopped working and she could no longer hear the gunshots and explosions nearby. Her heart beat rapidly, not because of fear, but the strange excitement that rose in her chest. A manic smile curved on her lips.

"I have wanted to fight Narco for a long time. I have challenged him before but he always rejected me, telling me that I am too young to fight him. I guess this is my chance to prove that I am not young anymore. A hundred fake Narcos isn't that bad at all."

Mischa said and look up. She snickered at the puzzled look on his face and moves faster than the wind, Mischa attacked Narco in the throat with her left hand, but the young man quickly dodge her assault and bent down. Mischa hit the brake, but before Narco could lift his head, she grabbed the back of her neck and smashed him on the steering wheel ruthlessly. Surprisingly, the man passed out before it could attack her.

"You're too weak to be him." Mischa grinned and take out her gun hidden under her dress and shot him in the head. Narco's clone has tainted the car shield with his blood.

Mischa kicks him out hard which causes the car's door to break from her strength. She then take the steering wheel and drove off the place away from the enemies' cars chasing after her. They're having a long race out of the Aslanov's perimeter. Narco's clones hunt her with eyes filled with lust to kill the young lady.

"You can't escape!" The enemies shouted in unison as they sped up crazily creating piercing sounds on the road. Cars racing side by side going close to two hundred miles per hour. Didn't seem to care if they crashed with one another or lost their brakes. What surprised Mischa, was these Narco's clones have brought no guns. If they wanted her dead, they should have brought deadly weapons to shoot her down.

"I have to call him." Mischa took out her phone and called Mort while holding the steering wheel with one hand. She step on the pedal and speed up her car, avoiding the enemies' vehicles that wanted to collide with her car.

She felt like driving on a zigzag road even though the highway is plain vertical. Mischa evades the dangerous attempt of Narco's clones to bump into her car. Their boisterous laughter echoes in the air like they are playing deadly drag racing on the public road.

'They are out of their minds!' Mischa hissed in her mind while keep glancing at the side mirror of the car. They are really puppets who were permitted to kill themselves in a fun way.

'They are still dangerous even if they are mindless. They can kill more people than a sane person.' Mischa added while lips squinted into a thin line. She made her tongue click soundly in irritation after she called Mort three times but her brother's phone just keep ringing and failed to answer her call. Mischa was about to throw her phone away when he suddenly answered the call.

"What took you so long?" Mischa shouted angrily on the phone. The enemies were still tailing her from behind laughing like a lunatic.

"Where you are now?" Mischa frowned when it was Klauss who answered her call. 'Where the fuck is my brother?' She asked in her mind.

"I was going to the South but I was attacked by hundreds of fake Narcos! Damn it!" Mischa cussed loudly when she almost crashed into the car that suddenly overtook the road and placed in the front. Fortunately, she was able to quickly avoid the possible collision. Her car was now greatly damaged.

"Klauss-" Mischa didn't finish what she had to say when she dropped her phone. She couldn't dodge the car coming her way.

A loud collision broke in the road and her car was thrown upside down. Mischa was injured on her forehead and arm but she did not lose consciousness after the crash. She crawled her way out of the car carrying her gun. After she successfully got out, Mischa shot the gas that leaked into her car and it exploded along with Narco's clones who tried to crash her earlier.

Mischa quickly runs inside the massive cornfield.

"It's easier to play here." She said while running in zigzag. Mischa thought they were going to get out of the car and chase after her in the field but she was wrong. Narco's remaining clones drive their way in the field like plowing the corns with their cars while driving at high speed.

The disturbing sound of poor people crashing to death with their cars merged with the maniacal laughter of Narco's clones who had run over the farmers for no reason.

Mischa, on the other hand, was running so fast. She could feel her feet no longer stomping on the ground. She's running for her life. There was not even a trace of fear on her beautiful face. Even if she got bruises and wounds all over her body and feels exhausted, she never dare to stop. She's not desperate to live but she doesn't want to lose against those mindless opponents. She still needs to sit on the throne as the successor of the Aslanovs.

'I can't lose this game.' said Mischa in her mind while eyes piercingly darted ahead. She couldn't even shoot from behind while running, she didn't want to waste ammunition. 'I'll shoot at the right time and timing. I can't miss any bullets because of my sloppy work!' Mischa added resolutely.

When she was about to be overtaken by the enemies and got hit by their raging cars, Mischa fell into the hole in the middle of the cornfield. This is not a trap but a hiding place for the equipment for blacksmiths, not farmers. The clones were unaware aware they had passed her. She saw hammers, shovels, saws, axes, and chainsaws which made her grin.

"I can use them." Mischa took the chainsaw and hammer and left the hole. She didn't hear any car's engine running in the place. Right there she fucking knew, Narco's clones had come down and searched for her when they noticed she was gone and they couldn't see her anymore in the field. They enjoyed messing around so much that they lost sight of their target.

Narco's horde of clones got out of their vehicles and went back on their way while shouting, making noises to scare her. Mischa, who was waiting for them, turned on the chainsaw. When they heard the engine, the enemies ran fastly, headed in her direction. They are like swarms of sharks pouncing on their prey, but before they could manage to touch even a strand of her hair, Mischa ruthlessly swings her chainsaw, amputating their hands, torso, limbs, head, and cutting cleanly their bodies in half. Narco's clones keep coming after her even after getting cut by the saw machine. They are mindlessly approaching her, not even avoiding the chainsaw of Mischa was holding covered in blood.

Mischa was soaked in blood and the body parts were piled up around her, brutally cut into pieces. After she killed the last clone of Narco, her chainsaw was run out of gasoline. Mischa let go of the killing machine and her knees dropped to the ground in so much exhaustion. Her hands went numb. She was covered in blood, from her hair, blood dripping on her face.

"Bloody hell." Mischa laughed at the hideous, gruesome sight.

"I can't waste more time," Mischa said and stood up. She left the field almost unrecognizable.

When she reached the road, a black car appeared to her and saw Narco leaning on it with his arms crossed. It looks like he's been waiting for her. 'Don't tell me another fake one? Ugh! Why do they keep increasing?' said Mischa in her mind while taking her gun attached to her right leg and aiming it at Narco.

"Mischa, what the heck is happening to you?" Narco asked with a laugh. Mischa frowned, piercingly eyeing him skeptically.

"You're probably fake," Mischa said, approaching his place, and aiming the gun at his chest. Narco rolled his eyes. Unbothered at all.

"You are so mean. I am real-" She didn't let him finish when Mischa shot him but Narco quickly dodged which made her heart skip a beat. Mischa burst into tears of joy and relief when she confirmed it was Narco.

"It's really you!" She shouted, ran quickly to him, and quickly embrace the young man who also hugged her back.

"Damn. You really want to kill me." Narco laughingly said and slowly pat her head.

"Well, if it's you, those bullets don't touch your clothes. You can dodge them even if the gun sticks to your forehead." Narco grinned at Mischa's sob response.

"I don't play God but thank you for the compliment. Let's go. I'll tell you everything that happened on the way." Said Narco who was now soaked in blood. He was about to open the car when Narco sensed a sniper in the distance who was now aiming at them.

And he is fucking right. When he closes the door back, a rocket was fired from the bazooka to their place coming like slow motion. Before it could reach the car and hit them, Narco scooped Mischa from the ground and fled away while he carries her on his shoulder, running back to the cornfield. A huge explosion thundered the place. Some nearest cars were blown up too. A large black smoke ascended in the sky.

"Damn it. Looks like we're going back-" Narco was interrupted when they heard a series of gunshots from the abandoned building not far from their place.

"Oh, right. I forgot Lyric was with me. I am getting old." Narco said and Mischa put Mischa down.

"I am really tired. I just finished killing several hundred of your clones." Mischa complained and Narco flashed a grin at her.

"Even though they are mindless, it's still tiring. They are more tiring." She added and sits on the ground.

"You're lucky to be alive." Narco sardonically said. Lyric arrived at their place with a stolen van.

"What happened to my car that you brought?" Narco asked in surprise as Lyric raised his eyebrows.

"They bombed it." Lyric curtly replied and opened the backseat for Mischa to get into the car. The lady get in and Narco rode in the front seat.

"Who are they?" Narco asked while looking ahead. Lyric let out an audible sigh.

"Men of a clan leader. They are scattered everywhere. They are commanded to eliminate anyone who was related to the Aslanovs."

Lyric responded, starting the engine and hitting the road. Narco took off his jacket stained with blood and he gave his neat underneath t-shirt to Mischa. Leaving his upper body naked.

"Get dressed. You can borrow mine. And drink this water. I know you're tired and thirsty." Narco ordered in a serious tone. Mischa has no choice but to drink the water he gave and get dressed in the back.

"Maybe we should cut ties with the Aslanovs." Narco smilingly suggested at Lyric to which Mischa stopped and frowned.

"Good idea. But before that, let's take Leroy. For sure he's damn worried about us." Lyric agreed to him and Mischa's eyes widened in disbelief. She can't fucking believe what she just heard. Mischa raised an eyebrow at them acting like she wasn't around them.

"Then, let's send Mischa to the enemies as a pledge to war," Narco said. Nostrils flared, Mischa was about to give them a thwack on the head and cursed them, she lost consciousness. The water Narco gave her has sleeping pills.

Narco and Lyric look at her at the same time.

"That was easy."

While Mischa lost consciousness inside the car under Narco and Lyric's protection, Klauss and Leroy reached the location where they last detected her.

"Look for her thoroughly!" Klauss ordered his men. They start searching for her in the wide corn field and the ghastly scene appeared to them. The pyramid of Narco's clones' dead bodies barely recognizable greeted them. Guts and entrails have scattered on the ground. The smell of metallic blood lingers in the air. They could feel their hair stood on the ends.

"She is an Aslanov after all, the second heir, and next to the throne. This is not surprising but where is she?" Klauss asked when they failed to find Mischa anywhere in the field. They can't even trace her. Leroy had hacked all the CCTV cameras on the road post but couldn't find anything helpful. The CCTV only recorded Mischa's entry but never captured her exit. Leroy knew someone had cut that part.

"This is troublesome," Leroy said while his eyes darted to his computer. Klauss's veins now visibly protruding on his head and hands in anger.

"Let's find her."