Chapter 3

Chris pulled his homemade enchiladas out of the oven as Jasmine walked over to him with a yawn, freshly awakened from an evening nap.

"I'm glad today is Sunday, we can lounge around today," she said to him in Spanish.

"Right. I'm still going to go to the bar so I can make sure everything is stocked for tomorrow." He replied when a knock came from the door. He placed the enchiladas on the counter for they could cool, then looked at Jasmine as he said. "It must be Nico with the sodas," About his cousin in English while he walked over to the door. However, when he opened the door, he didn't expect to see Inferna holding a duffle bag.

"Wha- "He started shocked. She stood tall staring at him with a blank face.

"Move," She pushed him way in.

"Inferna!" Jasmine bounced over to the super villain.

"Jasmine!" Inferna said with the same, mock, excitement, but this time she was relaxed and allowed the fated hug to be placed upon her.

"Um, what is happening?" Chris asked, closing the door, and turned to the women. Inferna was petting Jasmine's hair, then gave Chris a look.

"Did you, or did you not say I should take a break from Mayhem?" Inferna looked at him blankly, detaching herself from Jasmine. She walked to him as he swallowed.

"I did,"

"And did you, or did you not insist that I stay here?" She walked around him, circling him like a dangerous predator.

Crap.

"That was two nights ago though!" He argued while he turned his head slightly to look into her eyes.

"But you said it!" She stood on her toes, eyeing him once she was back in front of him. Jasmine giggled softly behind her. He looked away with a sigh.

"I did," He ran his fingers through his curls.

"So," She clapped her hands together. "Here I am. Taking a break, smelling the roses, living with you," she said theatrically as she usually acted when fighting Gust, though, less mean. Jasmine squealed as Chris crossed his arms pressing his lips together.

"This is going to be so cool having another girl around. We can go makeovers, do each other's hair; talk about boys," Jasmine wiggled her eyebrows. Inferna smirked at this as Chris made a face before he frowned. It was going to be hard to be Gust with Inferna staying here.

"Wait, how long do you plan to take your break?" Jasmine paused looking at Chris, then looked like she had a revelation looking back at Inferna.

"I have no idea, but probably a while considering I burned the absolute fuck out of Mayhem so he wouldn't rape me," Inferna walked into the kitchen as Chris and Jasmine looked at each other then back at the girl who looked in the fridge. "Where is the milk?" She tried to change the subject. "Are y'all vegans?" She gave them a look as Jasmine walked to her.

"Rape?" She asked.

"It's not the first time," She replied as Jasmine suddenly hugged her.

"I'm so sorry Inferna," she said. Inferna simply stared at her.

Damn. Chris thought. Mayhem really is a monster. Chris sighed, then cleared his throat.

"Well, if you're gonna be staying here, you should pull your weight. If you break it, you have to fix it. Jas and I aren't your maids so- "

"Yeah, yeah curls," Inferna said, still visibly frozen ins Jasmine's embrace. "I'm not a dirty person." She gave him a dry look. He sighed, swallowing his nerves.

"Ok then…and no we're not vegan. Do you not see the cheese on the enchiladas?" He pointed to the cuisine cooling on the counter. She looked at them, then at Jasmine.

"Squirt, I need you off me," Inferna said in a slightly gentler tone. But when Jasmine looked up, Chris could see the shock on Inferna's face as she stared at Jasmine who was crying.

"You're so strong Inferna. I'll never let anyone hurt you again!" She vowed and hugged Inferna tighter. Chris rolled his eyes slightly, knowing his sister could not protect Inferna from the average villain, but to his astonishment, Inferna's eyes soften and she patted Jasmine's head as she gently said: "Ok."

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After Chris made a call to Nico to tell him not to come, the trio ate in peace. Inferna took a shower and was once again on the couch, and once again, Chris was watching TV on the recliner. Though, he couldn't concentrate on the show. His mind was on the woman snoring softly on the couch.

Should I tell the company that she is here? That would be the responsible thing to do as Gust…but as Chris? He sighed heavily looking over at the woman. She was in her tight ball on the couch, like she was hiding. He sighed again knowing he would keep her stay a secret. With a half-smile, he stood.

"Welp," He mumbled as he stretched turning off the TV. "It can't be helped." He silently slipped away into his room to rest.