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Revenge The idea of this story came to me while I was writing the Escape series. So I thought of giving it a shot. Please be informed that I'm still trying to improve on my English and I'm relatively new to fiction writing. This would only be the second ongoing series (only if you guys wanted it to be continued) that I've done. Comments and feedbacks are very much appreciated. I hope you guys like it. Thanks. WARNING: This story contains TG, violence and surgery. The vengeful young man Hugo Quinto was in a world of pain. The sharp burning sensation could be felt in every inch of his 19 year old frail body. He tried to open his eyes to examine the source of his physical torment but something was preventing him from lifting his eye lids. He couldn't tell whether it was some blindfold or bandages. The smallest of movement his body made would trigger enormous amount of sufferings throughout. Hugo tried to open his mouth and speak. His throat felt extremely dry. He could feel his body was laying down on something soft, probably a mattress on some bed. He could also hear footsteps of somebody walking towards him, probably after noticing his efforts in trying to move. As painful as his physical body was, it was nothing compared to the aching felt by his heart and soul. He couldn't do anything while his parents was butchered by the members of a new and uprising Cartel in the Gallapos region - a region used to be dominated by the Quito's family, his family. Hugo's father was a prominent figure in the flourishing illicit drug industry in the country. In other words, Hugo was the son of a fearsome drug kingpin, Javier Quito. The 49 year old man was virtually untouchable in Mexico especially in the Gallapos region. However, Quinto's fortitude was tested to the limit in recent years by a group of ambitious traffickers. The budding Perros Locos cartel had been making waves in a neighboring region before deciding to challenge the Quinto's domination. The once peaceful region was wrecked with almost daily gun fires and killings. Kidnappings were a norm. But the Quintos held its ground. Members of the intruding gang were retreating. It was thought that the war had been won until the betrayal of Javier Quinto's daughter, Hugo's fraternal twin sister - Selena. Selena had always been her father's favorite child. Her bubbly and cheerful character brought a whole lot of joy to the family. With her innocence, her na?ve mind was also causing worries to the father. She started seeing a mysterious but otherwise good looking guy named Antonio two years ago. Hugo remembered that the se?or wore glasses and seemed like a good kid. Nevertheless, the father had always been cautious especially when it came to the safety of his loved ones, so he sent his men to investigate. When he found out that the man his precious daughter was dating had blood relation with the Perros Locos, he was hellbent to keep his daughter away from Antonio. Selena was furious. Her relationship with her father deteriorated as she began to isolate herself from the family. Her 40 year old mother, Claudia was more understanding but she couldn't do anything except trying to explain the action of her husband to her heartbroken daughter. He was just trying to protect his daughter. Hugo felt bad for his twin sister at that time. They used to get along so well; but since her heart was broken, so was her personality. She had lost her vivacious persona as she sunk into the depth of depression. Hugo could hear her crying night and day from his room which was adjacent to hers. He was worried about Selena as much as her parents did. The 19 year old brunette could only endure a month before she decided to run away with Antonio. Hugo had never seen 'papa' that angry before. The cartel leader ordered his men to tear down each and every Locos property in the region until he had managed to reclaim Selena. Hundreds of Locos's men were killed including Antonio. It could have been a story straight out of a Shakespeare's book, except that papa didn't give a shit about any such literature. After what Javier Quinto considered as the kidnapping of her daughter and his successful rescue efforts in driving the rivaling cartel completely away from the Gallapos, the gang leader was surprised but glad to find that his beautiful daughter didn't detest him anymore. Despite papa's act if slaying her lover, she seemed to be recovering rapidly from her broken heart. She knew papa was just trying to safeguard his daughter and she loved him dearly for that. The old Selena was returning to the family as she reverted back to the cheerful and animated daughter that papa had always cherished. She promised never to think about Antonio again.The Quinto family and its drug business had never been stronger. T However, that believe was totally devoured by what had occurred a couple of weeks later. In the middle of the night, the usually formidable security of the Quinto's family mansion among the Gallapos hills was compromised. Hugo recalled being awaken by a few popping sounds. Then he heard doors open and closing softly. He was about to get out of his bed before he heard the shouts coming from his parents bedroom. Hugo quickly got up and went for his handgun hidden in the dresser but it was too late as his bedroom door swung opened by a masked gunman. An M82 assault rifle complete with a suppressor was pointing at his chest. Hugo remembered standing where he was fearing any movement would expedite his demise. The intruder at the doorway instructed him to move over and kneel down with his hands resting on top of his head. By then, he could hear the screaming voices of his parents from their room down the hallway. He was trembling with fear as sweat trickled down his forehead. The voices of his father was silenced by another popping sound. Hugo was concerned with his parents' life until he heard his mother screaming. "Nooooo... no... Javier! Why did you kill him? He's your papa! What have you turned into Selena?!" the mother yelled. Hugo was confused. He couldn't believed what he had just heard. All he knew was someone had just killed his papa, but he couldn't understand why his mother was accusing Selena - their adorable little girl, his fraternal twin. Even though he couldn't see with his own eyes, Hugo had refused to accept that Selena had just put a bullet into the very person who had loved her. That was until he heard words in his sister's very own voice. "That should teach him not to meddle with his daughter's life," Selena said. At least that's what he heard. That was unmistakably her voice. The sweet, melodious tone he had heard for almost two decades. Selena had deceived her family. She had been hiding her grudges all this time after the death of her lover. Hugo's blood was boiling. In a moment of rage, he got up from his feet, turned around and rushed towards the gun man who was about to execute him. He could only managed a couple of step before a bullet went through his right shoulder. The angry young man immediately collapsed and fell onto his bedroom floor. He rolled over in pain while holding onto the entry wound on his shoulder. Blood was spurting despite his futile attempt to stop it. His face turned towards the doorway looking at the masked intruder. A 'K9' tattooed onto his right wrist indicated that these were members of the Perros Locos. Had her love for a man ruined his sister to the point of betraying her own blood? The gangster walked towards his injured prey and fired another shot to the left side of his chest. The shooter thought he had finished off his victim as he walked away to join the rest of his crew in the master bedroom. Hugo drifted in and out of consciousness. He remembered hearing his mother's cry and the mocking laughs of the Locos's men. The sneering of his once innocent sister would never be forgotten. "Mama, let me show you something," Selena said. Afterwards, Hugo remembered hearing his mother gasped and the sound of her body hitting the floor. Then the ceiling of his room became blurry before everything went black. The next time when he came around, he finally saw his sister - his evil twin walking pass his room with a silencer in her left hand. He also saw a middle-aged bald man had his muscular arm intimately around Selena as they continued laughing. They stood at the doorway to Hugo's room looking at what they thought was his dead body. At least another half a dozen men stood behind the couple, all with assault rifles in their possession. The only female in the group, Selena walked into her brother's room. She was still in her pink nighties as she looked down at her 'dead' brother. The bottom of her pink stripes cotton panties was unknowingly exposed to Hugo. "Too bad you didn't get to see how mama got gang raped," Selena said before she started giggling like a little girl - like this was all just a game to her. Not a hint of remorse in those two big robin's eggs blue eyes. "Burn the bodies. Burn the house. Burn everything," Selena said before turning away and sauntered back into the arms of the baldy and out of the room. The crooks began pouring tanks of gasoline all over the mansion. Hugo was incapacitated when one of the men poured the combustible material onto his 'corpse'. The smell was overpowering. He couldn't move a muscle. The savage stood at the door and threw a lighten match stick into the room. Fire and smokes began dancing around him as the heat was eating into the flesh of his body. He couldn't even scream from the pain. That was the last unpleasant thing that he could remember. ***** Now, Hugo was somewhere on a bed. Or was it a mattress. He had no idea because he couldn't open his eyes. He was still paralyzed by the sharp burning sensation all over his body. Was this the deepest level of hell? Then a voice emerged from the background. "You're a very lucky man to have survived such a terrible ordeal. It's a miracle that you're even breathing. We found you in very bad shape under the rubbles of a wholely incinerated house. Unfortunately, you're the only survivor. The priest who found you said that there were a dozens of other charred body including that of Mr. and Mrs. Quinto," the unknown man said. Hugo had barely enough hydration to afford a small drop of tear as it flowed down his face into his ears. "You had suffered second to third degree burns in almost 80% of your body. Your face had been affected the most down to your vocal cord. There were also two bullets extracted. One from your right shoulder and the other was stucked between your heart and a big blood vessel - barely missing both. Please don't ask me how you survive all these." the unknown man said. "Because God knows you have unfinished business," a sudden interruption from another rather familiar deep hoarse voice. Hugo knew the owner of such distinctive voice - Enrique Quinto, his uncle and his father predecessor. The 56 year old had moved to Miami after passing over the family business to Hugo's father. The bonds between Uncle Enrique and papa went so far back that they wouldn't hesitate to give their live for each other. When Enrique found his love in the states, the former cartel leader decided to settle down and move to the beautiful beaches of Florida. His loyal right hand man, his blood brother took over. "Thank you Dr. Peters. Do you mind leaving me alone with the patient?" Enrique requested. "Of course, Mr. Quinto," Dr. Peters nodded and retreated out of the patient's room. "Dr. Peters is one of the best surgeon in this private medical facility that I have set up eight years ago. I'm sure you have heard from Javier that I'm starting some kind of business here. Well, this is it - a state of the art hospital. We have all sorts of medical services available from delivering babies to the cardio thoracic surgery who had just removed the bullets from your chest. However, we especially excel in plastic surgery. You won't believe how many former cartel bosses we have helped to seamlessly blend into the American society." There was a pregnant pause before Enrique continued with a rather gloomy tone, "Speaking of which, the Quintos had been disbanded. After the night of the attack on Javier's mansion, many more of Quintos men and family in Mexico were killed. Some of them had their bodies decapitated and thrown onto the streets in the middle of the day while those who survived ran across the borders for shelter. You were lucky to have been found by a priest who was there praying for the victims. One of your father's men then contacted me and here you are," the uncle said. His voice a little shaken. "Enough of this one sided chatter. I will leave you to your rest. Don't worry though, cause you're in safe hand," Enrique said before leaving the patient's room. Hugo was thankful to be lying on a bed in a modern medical facility owned by his uncle. But the anger and rage in him remained. He would seek to avenge his parents' death, even if it would cost his life. The healing For the next two weeks, Hugo had to be put into coma as no medication could ease the pain he was suffering. On the third week, he woke up and the ventilator was taken off. The day after, he was able to lift his eye lids. His initial vision was blurry but he gradually adjusted to lights after such a dark event of his young life. The first person he saw was a nurse with beautiful deep blue eyes. She was wearing one of those head covers and face mask to prevent infection. Her attire was of those worn in an operating room. Hugo could see that she was Kimberly Richards on her name tag. She lifted a small mirror for Hugo who could see that every part of his body except the eyes was covered with bandage. He looked like an Egyptian mummy in a Halloween party. The nurse told him the bandage would be removed in a few more days. On the day when the rest of his bandages were discarded, Nurse Kimberly was present to assist Dr. Peters with the task. Due to the major loss of the patient's natural skin, sterile attires were still required of both the doctor and the nurse. Hugo had expected to see some sort of monster staring back at him from a reflection when the dressing was removed. He wasn't wrong. His skin looked as if he had no skin as they were almost transparent. Red and pink flesh was visible in most of his recuperating body. He couldn't recognize his face anymore. His nose was gone as some of his nasal bones were nearly exposed. The right side of his eye ball looked as if it was bulging out of its socket. The fire had claimed not only his eye lid but the majority of his face. Dr. Peters explained that due to the severity of the damage to his skin, it would take a longer period for complete recovery. The surgeon did not attempt to sugar coat things when he said that even if the skin had complete it's healing, Hugo would never look the same again. They would certainly be permanent deformity. "The good news though, there's nothing a plastic surgeon can't fix especially with today's advancement in modern medicine. Trust me when I say that we have the best plastic surgeon money can buy. With your uncle as the owner this hospital, I guess money won't be your main concern. So, don't worry about your looks and get plenty of rest. Kimberly here will take good care of you," Dr. Peters said before disappearing out of the single bedded room. To Hugo, it wasn't much of a consolation. He had lost his parents, his home and now, he had also lost his identity. The anger started building again. The Perros Locos would pay for what they did. Selena Quinto would die by the hand her own brother. The plan Since the Perros Locos attack, Hugo had been having nightmares. He saw his parents being executed in front of him. Selena was laughing as she shot her father in the back of his head. The skinny bald guy raped mama before gunning her down as well. Both of them were snickering at Hugo before they pointed their guns at him and opened fire. That was when he woke up to his hospital room with his body covered in sweat. Reaching for a switch by the bed, Hugo turned on the room lights and examined his own body. It had been a week since he was 'unwrapped'. He could see that the skins were growing back - faster than his plastic surgeon could have anticipated. Earlier that morning, his uncle Enrique had introduced him to one of the best plastic surgeon in the country - Dr. Pattrick Olson. His impressive resume and awards were part of that flattering introduction. "My dear nephew, you will regained your face by the end of the year. That I promise you," the uncle said. "Or... you can be anyone you've ever dreamt of. Be it a celebrity, a handsome male model or even someone from the opposite sex. With the rate of your new skins are growing, I see a lot of possibilities here" Dr. Olson said with a lot of enthusiasm. "Don't worry about the money, kid. You're no less than a son to me now which is the very least I can do for my dead little brother," Enrique said. Dr.Olson's grin had just gotten wider. After the two gentlemen left the room, Hugo had been in deep thoughts. All that he could think about was revenge. How would he destroy the organization which had left his family in tatters? The bald guy and Selena immediately came to mind. The Locos somehow managed to manipulate his once innocent sister into a soulless killer. Hugo had aways figured that it was odd for Selena to have accepted her fate so easily after the death of Antonio. Hugo should have been more suspicious with his sister swift recovery from the trauma of her 'kidnapping'. She was in love with a Locos guy who had been killed by one of her own. That was the platform used by the enemy to turn Selena against her blood. The only way to get back at such cunning and organized group of criminals was to return the favor in a similar fashion. Hugo wouldn't have the capacity to defect a Locos member. He would have to infiltrate the cartel himself - as someone else. Someone who had already earned their trust. Someone whom he could easily replace without arousing any doubts. Someone he had already knew quite well. The words of Dr. Olson kept looping in the back of his head. "You can be anyone... A celebrity, a handsome male model or even someone from the opposite sex." Hugo knew exactly who he wanted to become. He would do anything for revenge. The Nurse The week after, Hugo's body had been completely covered with new baby smooth soft skins. Infection preventive clothing wasn't required of the visitors entering Hugo's room - not that he would have wanted too many of them to look at his current appearance anyway. For the past couple of months, his uncle, the doctors and Nurse Kimberly were among the few who had ever spoken to him. He was glad to have finally been able to see the faces of these people who he would forever be grateful for saving his life, a life that he would preserve to avenge his parents. "Good morning Hugo! How are you feeling today," Nurse Kimberly Richards greeted as she walked over to the windows and withdrawed the drapes to let the morning sun lights showered the patient's room. "Good morning, Nurse Kimberly," Hugo said, his voice sounded raspy from his recovering vocal box. At least, he was finally able to admire the nurse's features which had always been hidden behind sterile face masks for the past nine weeks. Apart from the mesmerizing deep blue eyes which he had became accustomed to, the 26 year old nurse had a narrow and slightly upturned nose. Her luscious lips made the smile that much sweeter while her fair, flawless skin complemented her high cheekbones very well. Her thick blonde wavy mane framed that beautiful face and cascaded a little past her shoulder. Many would have thought that the blonde nurse was somehow related to the American singer, Jessica Simpson. The rest of her body was a good match to her lovely face. Without having to wear those sterile outfit, the one piece knee-length and short sleeve nurse uniform accentuated her tall and slender figure really well. Hugo could picture a set of perky C-cup mamaries under the white dress. While she was reaching for the top of the curtains, Hugo could see from the dress slit the laced-top of her white nylons which wrapped her long, athletic legs all the way to a pair of 2 inch white heels. "Are you checking me out again, Hugo?" the blonde nurse asked without even looking at her patient. A hint of mischief detected in her sultry voice. After filling out something on the patient chart, she swayed her hips over to Hugo's bedside and sat down a chair with her white stocking cladded legs crossed. A blood pressure monitoring device on her lap as she recorded the patient's vitals. "How many times do I have to tell you? It's just Kimberly... And the blushing on your face is a good indication that your skin is healing well," Kimberly said. "O-okay... fine... Kimberly. Thanks for... you know... taking good care of me..." Hugo stuttered. "You do know that this is part of my job, right?" Kimberly hesitated and looked at the doorway to make sure that it was properly shut before she continued; "However, I did feel that you and I have some sort of connection when I was first assigned to you. Not until two days ago, I found out why I feel that way. I didn't mean to pry into your privacy but us nurses have access to the doctor's plans for their patient. I saw that you requested Dr. Olson to make you into someone from the opposite sex." Hugo was so focus on his ultimate destiny of destroying the Perros Locos that he had neglected the social enigma of getting himself transformed into a girl. Kimberly immediately noticed the discomfort she had caused to Hugo; "I'm really sorry if what I said and did was totally out of line. If there's any comfort, I should tell you that I've been down the path which you're about to take," Kimberly said to the disbelieving Hugo. "Wait... No way... Are you telling me..." "Yes. I was born Kevin Richards until nine years ago when I've decided I was a woman trapped in a man's body. I started taking hormones and seeing therapists until I met Dr. Olson. Up until then, my parents had always been very supportive. But I refused to be anymore burden to them and decided to work for Dr. Olson to pay off the rest of the surgical fees." Kimberly said. That was when she produced a photo out of her purse and showed it to Hugo. It was hard to believe that the gorgeous blonde in front of me used to be the unsightly teenage boy in the photo. "This is not some kind of prank, right? I-I mean... there is no way you and this guy in the photo are the same person. I mean... how did they manage to change the guy in this photo into someone... you know... as beautiful as you," Hugo said while alternating his gaze between the photo and the lovely nurse. "Oh Hugo, you flatterer! But that's what Dr. Olson can actually do. When he asked me who I wanted to look like, I just told him I was a huge fan of Jessica Simpson. Dr. Olson didn't make me into an exact carbon copy, even though he could, because I wanted my own identity. I'm quite happy with how I look now" "Y-you looked prettier than that singer. You... you have better nose." Hugo complimented. "Oh stop it, Hugo! You really know how to make a girl smile, don't you? But... thanks. I better get going now. If you need anything, the button is right beside you. And one more thing you should remember; nobody can be a better judge of you than you yourself," Kimberly said before making her way out of the room. Judging from the result of Dr. Olson's work with Kimberly Richards, a grin appeared on Hugo's face. If he could be made to look exactly like his evil twin sister, his plan of revenge might actually work. But first, he would require the assistance of his uncle get him a private investigator. He would need to know about Selena's latest lifestyle and her physical condition in order for him to blend into the cartel as her. He would also need more information on the Perros Locos. The intels came a week later. The new cartel and its group of ambitious young men were absolutely ruthless in the way they were tracking down former rival members. In fact, they were still tracking down and slaughtering Quintos members. Apart from that, the Perros Locos currently had 60% share of all drugs in the country and the numbers were growing rapidly. A staggering statistic considering the fact that they had only been established not more than four years ago. Their leader was Pedro Diaz, a 38 year old man of Colombian-Mexican parentage. Hugo was shown a photo of the man and he immediately recognized him as the skinny bald guy who was intimately cuddling his sister in the mansion. He remembered the vertical scar cutting down across his right eye from the top of his brow to the bottom of his cheek. His eyes were soulless and evil at the same time. Then, Hugo was shown recent pictures of his fraternal twin sister. He almost couldn't recognize her at first glance but the slutty person in the photos was indeed Selena Quinto. Her raven black straight hair hanging past the shoulders had been shortened significantly into a Bob cut complete with a streak of blonde at the front. There were now piercings on her nose and upper lips as well as her ears. She used to hate earrings. That wasn't all the changes as her taste of clothing had shifted from a conservative knee length skirts and dresses to micro miniskirts and overly skimpy shorts that would have showed off her panties (assuming that she's wearing one) without much effort. For a girl who used to bother very little with makeups, the photos showed that she now sported exaggerative thick mascara and eye-liners with a rather odd color choice of purple for her slightly thicker lips. Despite all that makeovers, Hugo could still recognize those beautiful big blue eyes, her cute button nose and her slender 5ft 2" figure. He was surprised the rebellious looking girl in the picture didn't already increase the size of her perfect pair of size C breasts as they look about the same in her revealing outfit. The investigator told him that Selena was now Diaz's personal escort but would serve the need of the other members if her gangster leader boyfriend demanded. "Do you have to go into such detail with the girl, Alfred?" Enrique questioned the private eye's insensitivity. "It's alright uncle. I need to know all these for my plan to be successful. I need to know everything about the new Selena," Hugo said. "Are you sure you want to do this, Hugo?" "I've made up my mind, uncle. The first day when I was awake, you told Dr. Peters that God let me live because I have unfinished business. So, this is how I'm going to finish what the Locos had started. It's my destiny," Hugo said. The Metamorphosis Hugo had always been a small, petite man. When he was growing up, many would think he and Selena were identical twins due to their resemblance and physical similarities. As Selena developed her womanly curves, Hugo maintained his petite figure. Dr. Olson was absolutely delighted with the patient's physical build. His height was only an inch taller than the real Selena Quinto which would not be significant once the transformation process completed. The plastic surgeon meticulously scrutinized the photos of his patient's lovely sister. "Even your facial structures were very similar except for the eyes and nose which could be easily fixed. You are the perfect subject to become Selena Quinto. Absolutely perfect!" Dr. Olson sounded extremely excited. Hugo was given explanation regarding the transformation process which involved two important stages. Stage 1 would include hormone treatments, facial surgery and breast enhancement surgery. Since Hugo's skin was still soft from the healing process, it would take less time for the hormone to work while only a single hair electrolysis process would be required to clear away any remaining male hair follicle which hadn't already been burnt away from his injury. During the one whole month of the first stage, Hugo would receive extensive training on how to act completely female from Nurse Kimberly. Stage 2 would only proceed the following month if the prior stage had gone smoothly. While the female mannerism training continued, a timed release hormonal implant would also be inserted. The major event of the second stage would be the sexual reassignment surgery. The male sex organs would be permanently removed and the female organs are constructed. Hugo wasn't fazed by the prospect of having his penis detached. All he could think about then was when the soonest possible for the whole process to begin. ***** Exactly 91 days later, Hugo Quinto was looking into the mirror at the spitting image of his beautiful sister. Dr. Olson certainly knew what he was doing. His latest patient was really an exact copy of the 'defected' Selena Quinto down to the recent tattoo on her left shoulder which she had just gotten a week ago. During the course of the transformation, his uncle's private investigator stayed in Mexico to constantly keep an eye on Selena just in case there was to be any additional physical modification. Hugo gazed at the 2 extra piercings on each of his new ears. He smiled the Selena smile as he admired his Selena face and his Selena body. Barring the piercings, 'she' didn't look as trashy without those emo makeups. 'She' stroked 'her' short Bob cut hair with 'her' delicate fingers. It had the same streak of blonde highlights on the front cascades. 'Her' fingers were manicured to the exact copy to that of the 'evil' Selena. The false sister shifted her view to her petite body covered in a pink bra and panties underneath a yellow mid-thigh sun dress; all of which belonged to Nurse Kimberly Richards. During the months of female acting exercise, the blonde nurse had loaned quite a few articles of her own clothes and lingerie to the budding 'woman'. The phony Selena still recalled 'her' first kiss and the ensuing lesbian sex with Kimberly in the privacy of his hospital room during the final stages of his metamorphosis. It was initially intended as a revision on how to dress as a girl exercise. The former Hugo Quinto realized something was up when 'she' noticed 'her' trainer did not bring any clothes for her to put on. "Selena, I need you to take off the clothes that I'm wearing now, including my lingerie and put it onto yourself in less than 10 minutes," Kimberly said. "Well, this is definitely something new," Hugo said playfully in his new Selena voice courtesy of the expensive vocal cord surgery. "The clock is ticking," the blonde nurse reminded. Without further invitation, 'Selena' quickly stripped down naked and approached the uniform cladded nurse. 'She' expertly unzipped the white nurse clothing from the back of the collar down to the small of her back as she wiggled Kimberly's arms out of the short sleeves and let the one- piece dress dropped to the floor for the nurse to step out. She placed the uniform on the bed and proceeded to remove Kimberly's nurse cap before placing it on top of the nurse outfit. Wasting no time, 'Selena' unclasped the nurse's white demi-bra before pulling it into position onto her own perfect money-can-buy breasts. 'She' then went ahead and took off the nurse's white silk panties and pulled it snugly onto 'her' new womanhood. 'Selena' could still feel the warmth and Kimberly's moisture on the crotch of the silky smooth material. The almost naked nurse was then requested to sit on the bed so that her patient could roll down her white stockings from each of her endlessly long legs. The now completely nude blonde nurse continued to rest her naked derriere on the bed as she watched her student expertly rolled the white stockings up to the top of 'her' thighs. If the time wasn't ticking, 'Selena' would have been tempted to caress her body through the smooth fabrics of Kimberly's inner wears. Instead, 'she' swiftly picked up and stepped into the nurse outfit before sliding 'her' arms into the short sleeves and casually pulled up the zip with 'her' feminine hands. She was on the dot as she managed to pin the nurse cap onto her head before the alarm sounded. "How do I look, Nurse Kimberly?" 'Selena' said with her hands on her hips in a sexy 'S' pose. "Very impressive, Nurse Selena... As a reward..." Kimberly said as she stood up from the bed and sauntered nude towards the nurse impersonator. The blonde rested her hands on Selena's hips before leaning forward and kissed the young brunete on the lips. The kiss was tender as their lips touched and embraced for a brief moment. Kimberly withdrew a little so that she could meet the lovely patient's mesmerizing blue eyes. "Wow, that felt... good," Selena said. "How about this?" Kimberly said as she placed her lips back on Selena's. This time though, she used her tongue to part the nineteen-year-old's lips before sliding it for a taste of her mouth. Selena gladly accepted the 'intrusion' indicated by the way that she was sucking on Kimberly's taste buds. The two girls were giggling as they alternated their tongues in and out of each others oral cavity. Saliva was being swapped copiously. The giggles didn't last long as the passion was elevated shown by how they had their hands all over each other. Kimberly slid her slender hand under the hemline of Selena's nurse uniform before rubbing at the brunette's clit through the silk panties. The teenage girl started breathing heavily as wonderful sensations shot through her petite figure. Kimberly shifted her lips from Selena's mouth to her exposed neck as continued to rub the crotch of the white panties against her lover's newly constructed pussy. Selena felt her body temperature rising and her feminine legs weakening as she coaxed the attractive 25 year old to join her on the hospital bed. The white nurse dress was already on the floor before the lesbian couple made it that far. 'Selena' was still in Kimberly's bras, panties and stocking when they made themselves comfortable in a classic 69 position. Kimberly was on top as she trembled to the tingling feelings from her groin when Selena's tongue came in contact with her clitoris. The former Hugo had some experience in oral sex with his then 18 year old Gallapos girlfriend. So he needed no guidance on how to extract pleasures from 'her' current lover. While 'Selena' was giving her the most amazing of oral sex, Kimberly was trying hard to focus on assaulting Selena's pussy which was still hidden behind the underwear she herself had pulled on that morning. The mixture of her own moisture and the teenage girl's juices soaking the fabric filled her nostrils as she dived her mouth into Selena's crotch. It wasn't long before she decided to strip the silky thong altogether, leaving the Mexican 'girl' in only the bras and the stockings. Kimberly admired at the marvel of Dr. Olson's work as she looked at the new woman's vagina. It brought back memories of the first time when she examined her very own womanhood nine years ago. Selena's tongue-work on her clit snapped Kimberly out of her trance as she resumed her assault on the 'nuevo' cunt. She could feel Selena's hands grabbing on her firm bottom as the younger girl pulled Kimberly's lower body close to her. The sucking and slurping noises were getting louder in the confinement of the private room as two young women compete to bring each other to their orgasms. The blonde's hip buckled while her slender body became stiff as she experience her orgasm followed very closely by Selena's. The lesbian couple collapsed onto the bed as the sounds of their heavy breathing replaced their passionate squeals. "Wow, you're good! You must have done this before... I mean, giving oral sex to a girl," Kimberly said, gradually recovering her breath. "I've done this with Molena, my ex-girlfriend before... you know, this happened," the former Hugo said while pointing at his Selena body. ***** The perfect copy of Selena Quinto was still staring back from the standing mirror at him as Hugo produced a wry smile thinking back at the ensuing girls talk following the amazing sex. 'She' remembered telling Kimberly 'her' unexpected fondness of the female experience thus far. Unlike the blonde nurse, the old Hugo had never thought about abandoning his manhood until the murders of his parents. All that was occupying his mind then were hatred and revenge. Since he had successfully been transformed into his twin sister, he didn't anticipate the joy he had and the ease of him immersing into the role. With detailed memories of Selena's characteristics and body language, he was able to portray his sister convincingly down to the way she would usually talk. Even though he was supposed to detest the person looking from the reflection, Hugo's heart cracked at how this beautiful girl would commit such horrible crimes against her love ones. Right then, a thought surfaced: If he came out alive after avenging his parents, he would seek to become a better version of Selena Quinto. He didn't mind the fact that Hugo Quinto wouldn't exist any longer. "Are you ready, Hug... Selena?" Enrique was waiting at the doorway with a small luggage containing clothes gifted by Kimberly, ready to check his recently niece out of the hospital. The teen gave her appearance a final check before stepping out of the room that had been her home for the past eight months. The very convincing 'Selena' gave Kimberly a long sisterly hug before bidding her farewell. A black limousine was waiting with Enrique's chauffeur holding on to the door for his prospective passenger. For the coming week, 'Selena' would be staying with her uncle's family until the return of Alfred from his latest scouting trip to Gallapos. After all the help Enrique had provided, Hugo felt reluctant to cause his uncle anymore trouble. However, the ever supportive Quinto insisted on his niece to stay at his place for as long as 'she' liked; "...because you are part of the family and family will always look after for each other. Besides, Heather would be happy to have your company. Truth be told, we've been longing for a child of our own ever since we got married. Even the very best doctors gave a very grim outlook about our chances. Our marriage had been under a lot of strain especially for the past two years. Heather just hasn't been her cheerful self lately. Your presence should lighten things up a lot seeing that she had always wanted a daughter of her own." Heather Quinto Our limousine cruised through the hustling and bustling city of Miami. It was definitely a far fetch in comparison to the Gallapos, his birth. During the journey, Uncle Enrique was seemingly happy to have the new 'girl' over and stay at his mansion as he told the story of how he and Heather Riley met ten years ago. "She was and still is the most beautiful woman I've ever met. We hit it right off and we used to make each other laugh a lot. She loves children especially with me not being around a lot and all, she gets very lonely sometimes. I understand how she felt. I really felt bad that I couldn't do anything to grant her wishes. She had been travelling a lot herself to curb that loneliness. That's the only way she would occupy her time and thoughts. As a result, we haven't been intimate for the past 6 months now." Enrique said as we drove through the gardens of his mansion. 'Selena' stepped out of the vehicle and marveled at the size of the enormous residence. She thought that their place in Gallapos was big enough but the mansion before her was at least twice the vastness. There were two housekeepers at the 9 feet tall Mahogany doors waiting to greet their guest. Standing in the middle of the gigantic entrance was the lady of the house - 39 year old Heather Quinto. Uncle Enrique certainly didn't exaggerate when he said that she was the most beautiful woman in his life. She had long honey blonde hair extending well past her shoulder with the slightest of waves. They were being groomed to one side barely concealing the left side of her angelic face. Her exotic eyes were emerald green while her narrow nose was reaching out and slightly upturned. Her heart-melting smile was showing off of her full sensual lips as much as her perfect set of sparkling teeth. Her figure was very well-preserved despite the looming 40th birthday. She was slender and tall courtesy of her infinitely long legs while her generous bosoms and wide womanly hips added just the right amount of curves to her impeccable body. Her skin was nicely tanned, probably from her frequent travelling. She looked elegant in a white square neck, sleeveless knee-length dress which revealed just enough cleavage. Her 5ft 9in figure made her slightly taller than her husband when they greeted each other with hugs and kisses on the cheeks. The husband then introduced the wife to their guest. "Honey, please meet Selena. Selena, this beauty right here is my wife, Heather." The girls greeted and hugged. "You have no idea how happy I am to finally get to meet you, Selena. Enrique has told me a lot about you. I'm really sorry about your family." Heather gave 'Selena' another hug, this time with more empathy. "I think I'm holding up quite well, all thanks to Uncle Enrique. He told me a lot about you too. But I really have to see for myself to realize what a beautiful woman you are. " "And none of my doctors were involved... if you know what I mean," Enrique said to the giggling of the two lovely girls. "Well, since I have no children to take care off, I've got plenty of time to take care of myself." There was a moment of awkward silent before the husband invited everyone into the mansion. 'Selena' was brought to her room personally by Heather. Just like the rest of the mansion, it was huge and seemed too big for a single occupant. From the king size bed to the attached bath and walk-in wardrobe, everything looked and felt every bit as luxury as the house itself. There were a few articles of female clothes and dresses in the large wardrobe which Heather explained that they were some of hers which she thought would fit Selena nicely. "...but you can come to my room anytime to pick out anything you like from my wardrobe. And I mean anything. If you don't mind, I have quite an impressive collection of lingerie as well. By the way, there's still acres of space left in here. Maybe we should go do some shopping later. What about tomorrow..." the overly excited Heather wasn't about to stop until she was interrupted by her grateful niece. "Aunt Heather, thank you," was all 'Selena' could say. "If you wanna thank me, then don't go back to Gallapos. It's too dangerous. In fact, I think it's crazy. Those people are senseless. Stay here and be our daughter. We can provide you with anything you want. Let us be part of your life." Heather pleaded. "No matter what, you and Uncle Enrique are part of me now. What you guys have done for me, I don't think I'll ever be able to repay. But I hope you understand that I really needed to do this." Heather did her best to persuade Selena to change her mind, but finally she gave up and excepted the teenage girl's decision. For the rest of the week, the Quinto Florida's mansion had lightened a lot. The two girls went shopping for clothes while on occasion, Selena would be invited to go through Heather's lovely wardrobe whenever she pleased. The former nineteen year old boy had never thought that 'she' would feel so aroused especially by Heather's variety of expensive intimate wears. They had gotten so close that Selena wouldn't mind stripping down naked whenever she was about to try on some of her aunt's collections. Heather would often take interest in her niece's genitals, seemingly curious with the outcome of her surgery. However, the young brunette had yet to see Heather in her full natural glory as the furthest Heather would be willing to bare were her ample breasts - leaving nothing but her panties intact. Nevertheless, Selena had never felt so blessed in a long while - it made her missed her parents even more. The thoughts of revenge was still lingering. D-day The week flown by as if it was only yesterday that Selena had stepped foot in her uncle's mansion. The final details of the real Selena had been passed over by the private investigator. Much of her appearance remained unchanged except for the additional small tattoo of a butterfly on the left side of her neck. The fake Selena managed to get the skin art done the day before her departure back to her home country. The goodbyes were tough especially for Heather but Enrique somehow abled to convince the niece into letting one of his bodyguards to tag along. Hobson, 36 had served in Iraq before his return to the US and decided to become a bodyguard. He had been working for the private healthcare entrepreneur for almost three years now. And all those years, this would be the first time he would be ordered to protect someone other than Mr. or Mrs. Quinto. This would also remind him of the time when he was ordered to protect Mrs. Quinto on her leisurely trip to Sao Paolo earlier this year. As a professional, Hobson was inclined to follow every order by his employer without being intrusive to their personal matters. On that occasion, he was being placed in a difficult situation. After their arrival at the Sao Paolo's airport, not only was he told to close his eyes to Heather Quinto's affair with a charming South American gentleman, he was also required to stay in the Brazilian city while allowing his lady employer to board another flight to Mexico City with her younger lover. Hobson knew that he had not only put his job on the line but also Mrs. Quinto's life as well. A week later, he remembered feeling very relieved when he received a call from Mrs. Quinto ordering him to meet her at the Sao Paolo airport the next day before taking another flight back to Miami. Hobson looked over towards Selena who was looking out of the 777 window. He could only hope that the same request wouldn't be required of him this time. Selena was gazing at the Miami's skyline, hopefully not for the last time as the aircraft took off and hovering over the Florida city. In a little over 3 hours, she would be stepping foot on her home soil. She had studied every information provided by Alfred and plans had been formulated. She was wearing a blonde wig and a glasses in order to avoid detection by some of the Locos members in order for her to approach the person she was about to replace. Seeing two Selenas in the same place wouldn't exactly help with avoiding suspicion and confusion. She looked over at her uncle's bodyguard and noticed his tie and suit attire would have to be discarded. That could be corrected after they had checked themselves into the hotel later. Back at the Miami Mansion The ride home from the airport had been a quiet one for Enrique and Heather. The husband knew he should have done more to stop Selena from going back to Gallapos and his woman seemed to be upset about it. Heather was just looking out the other side of the limousine window without saying a word since seeing her niece off into the face of danger. There was nothing else the couple could do now except praying to the higher power for her safety. Once he got home, he would have to try harder to contact some of his old alliances down south. His effort of rebuilding the bridges with former accomplices during his cartel days had yielded nothing but frustrations thus far. He was surprised to say the least at the efficiency of Perros Locos in cleansing the country of any traces and remnants of its defeated rivals. Many of his old 'friends' were either dead or had fled the country. Unless he managed to find some assistance, Selena and Hobson would be on their own. He could only hope that the plan which his niece had told him and Heather yesterday would work out. The limousine steered into the towering mansion. The visibly gloomy Heather got off the vehicle with her husband and slowly wandered into the house in Enrique's arm. "Don't worry honey. I know people down there. She'll be alright... I promise," Enrique trying to comfort his rather frail looking wife. It was the same expression when they got home from the gynaecologist office after being told of her infertility years ago. "I need some time alone... I'll be in the bedroom," Heather said. Enrique understood and let the wife made her way up the curved marble staircase. Despite her sadness, Heather had never stop to make herself more than presentable in a purple V-neck short sleeve dress with the hem-line a couple of inches above the knees. The husband stood at the bottom of the stairs to admire her long legs in a pair of black hoses as it ended in a pair of 3 inch black pumps. It had been more than 6 months since their last love-making. With Heather starting to dress herself up again lately, was this her signal that the wife was ready to rekindle their love life? Whatever it was, it would have been a lot easier if Selena had decided to stay. The man of the house shrugged off his dilemma and went into his study to give another attempt on contacting his Mexican buddies. While Enrique was making his way into the study hall, Heather had just entered the master bedroom and had the door locked behind her. The lovely lady sauntered towards the dresser and placed down her purse as she removed her earrings in front of the vanity mirror. Her melancholic expression had suddenly been replaced by a malicious grin which appeared so out of place on her angelic face. The removed jewelries were placed on her dresser before going back to her purse to fish out her cellphone. She dialed a number that was not saved among the contacts but was imprinted into her memory since her secret trip to Gallapos 6 months ago. "Hola, boss... The kid's on his way... Yes, he should look exactly like Selena... Yes, I know about his plan... Understood." Heather's accent had changed to those of Latino influence. The earlier grin turned into a cold expression as she ended the long distance call and swayed her hips into the large walk-in wardrobe. Hidden behind one of her many rows of beautiful evening gowns was what appeared to be a locked jewelry box. She produced a small key hidden inside the diamond pendant of her necklace to unlock the 8 by 10 inches box. Laying inside among the foam was a 9mm and a 7.4" suppressor. The innocent-looking blonde extracted the small weapon before she skillfully rolled the silencer onto the muzzle of the pistol. With Hobson gone, there should only be two other bodyguards within the proximity - one of them stationed at the lobby inside the building while the other would be guarding the main entrance at the gates. The housekeepers would be resting at their quarters by now. As if it was a daily routine, Heather stepped out of the master bedroom with the suppressed 9mm on her right hand and sauntered along the hallway towards the curved marble staircase she had ascended not too long ago. Johann Strauss's Donauwalzer classical was playing at the back of her head as she carefully descended down the steps in her black pumps. The sensual lady strolled through the hallway past the living area towards the lobby where a suited bodyguard stood behind a tall pillar facing the huge mahogany doors. "Good evening, Tom," Heather greeted in her usual melodious tone to the attention of the sturdy security personnel. "Good evenin... " A bullet went through his head between his eyes before he had the chance to complete his sentence. Like a dead weight, Tom's body dropped to the lobby's marble floor. Heather lowered her weapon before crouching gracefully by the corpse to retrieve Tom's Bluetooth earpiece. "Bob, I found Tom here fainted at the lobby. Can you come over and give me a hand?" Heather spoke through the communication device. She sounded worried. Standing by the side of the 10 feet wooden doors, the housewife waited for one of them to swing open. Bob saw his colleague lifeless body laying in the middle of the lobby by the pillar and immediately trying to withdraw his weapon. Halfway doing that, another bullet exited Heather's suppressor, sped across the hall and cut through the second bodyguard's brain matter from the back of his head. Bob collapsed on top of Tom. Heather quietly swung the door close before proceeding to her husband's study room all the way on the other end of the spacious hallway. The classical music was still singing in the background as the sounds of her heels were echoing throughout the building as she swayed her hips towards Enrique - the 9mm still by her side in her delicate right hand. She could feel the heat from its muzzle through her stocking cladded long legs. The door was partially opened as Heather peered through the gap to find her husband was busy going through an ancient looking black book, apparently searching for numbers of his former associates. She pushed the door open and greeted her husband. "Hello darling... Still looking for your old buddies? I doubt you will find any of them alive by now." The confident woman strolled across the room before settling down on a plush couch which was facing exactly the front of her husband ornately crafted study desk. Her legs crossed at the knees in one smooth and graceful movement, giving Mr. Quinto a quick glimpse of her black stocking's lace. Enrique took his reading glasses off and looked up at his wife sitting across from him. "Honey, I'm not about to give... What are you holding in your hand?" Only then, he realized his usually kind hearted companion who wouldn't kill an insect was holding what a professional hitman would hold. "Honey, are you okay? Where did you find that...? Enrique asked before he was duly interrupted. "Oh I'm fine sweetheart. If you're wondering this baby right here is a 9mm with a 1.25 ACM mechanical suppressor. One of my favorite." Heather's accent was slowly changing as she spoke. "What are you doing with that? You're obviously shaken. Come, let me handle that." As the husband was about to stand up from his comfortable leather chair, Heather lifted the pistol and pointed directly at Enrique. That startled him at first but his experience in this kind of situation as a former drug kingpin settled his nerve. Enrique continued to rise from his seat - very slowly. "Honey, you're not going to shoot me with that." As soon as the sentence completed, the muffled gun fired and a bullet ripped through the biceps of Mr. Quinto's right arm. The 56 year old man immediately fell back onto his chair, holding his shot arm in distress. "Fuck! Fuck! Are you insane? Why did you shoot me?" "Settle down now, Mr Quinto." Heather said to the astonishment of her husband who was still in confusion. Since their marriage, his wife had never addressed him by his surname. "Do you remember Heather's trip to Brazil 6 months back?" "Yes, you said you wanted to explore the beauty of the Amazon. What about it?" Enrique replied. His voice sounded shaky. "Well, Sao Paolo was actually a decoy. In truth, Heather had actually travelled to Gallapos with someone she was seeing during that week when you thought she was in Brazil." "What are you talking about? Why are you referring yourself as a third person?" The husband had gotten even more confused. "That's because I'm not 'your' Heather. I'm the person she was having an affair with for a couple of months prior to that trip. But don't worry, Mr. Quinto. I'm going to tell you what had actually happened to the real Heather," the phony housewife said with a fiendish grin. Into The Lion's Den Hobson had been attempting to contact his colleagues back in Miami since their arrival in Mexico City six hours ago. None of them were willing to pick up their phone. It was 6am as he peered out of his hotel windows at the rising sun hidden at the back of some tall buildings. He had not been able to sleep at all since checking into the five star accommodation. The sinking feeling he had was similar to the one when he let Mrs. Quinto followed her lover to Mexico without his company. In the end, it was a false alarm on his part as Heather Quinto did return from her secret vacation unscathed even though her 'boyfriend' was no where to be seen. He remembered noticing his lady employer had gotten a little tanner then and shrugged it off as being time well spent on one of those Mexican beach. Hobson tried to dialed the number of Tom Lambert and again, it went to his voice mail. He was considering calling the HQ when he noticed 'Selena' coming out of one of the two rooms in their executive suite. She seemed ready to go, in her blonde wig and a pair of dark shades. Tight short sleeves tee, jeans and a pair of plain black flats completed the rest of her outfit. "Are you ready? Alfred's info stated that my sister will be visiting the city today and the most likely place she will be staying is this hotel. So, I think that my plan still stands." The false Selena said. "Fine by me. She'll be heavily guarded by the cartel's men. So, can you promise me to be careful and let me handle those men?" Hobson said. Selena just nodded and said, "Let's go." They managed to grab a good full course breakfast after bribing the hotel reception to inform them on the real Selena's room number once she has checked in. A little over an hour later, her disposable prepaid cell alerted her with a message stating which room the sister had checked into. The duo swiftly moved into action as they returned to the reception and retrieved the key to a connecting suite. When they were shifting their stuff to the new suites, the fake Selena and her bodyguard was glad by the lack of security around the real Selena's room. None of the Locos men were either standing at the door or were seen patrolling the level's hallway. Maybe they were all too occupied with getting high and fucking their brains out in the suite. The former Hugo Quinto shuddered to the thoughts of his once innocent sister getting gang banged by the cartel members. Once 'Selena' and her bodyguard were in the connecting suite, they quickly unloaded their stuffs and set their plan in motion. Prior to the trip, Enrique managed to gathered the 'tools' requested by his 'niece' - a fibre-optic camera and a few ampoules of sedatives. Both of them were easily available from his medical facility's laparoscopy room and the hospital's medicine storage. A few chemical science trick she had learnt from the internet taught her how to turn the drugs into gas before getting them stored in a couple hairspray canisters. They connected the fibre-optic device to the hotels LCD TV before sliding the flexible snake-like camera under the connecting door between the two suites. The image appeared on the LCD monitor showed a suite identical to the one they were currently in. The difference though was its occupant. Both Hobson and the false Selena were relieved that the real Selena was alone in the luxurious suite. She seemed to be busy talking on her phone while the TV was turned on. They waited for at least 30 minutes and still there were no signs of anyone else in there with her as she went from chatting on the phone to doing her nails. She appeared to be ready for a hot bath as she was seen going into the bathroom. The sound of water filling the tub could be heard as she came back into the room before stripping off her black tank top and jeans shorts. She wrapped herself in a bathrobe after removing her pink lacy bra but decided to leave her matching pink thong on. Hobson later made a smart decision to inform the reception to alert them if they had noticed any of the Locos men coming up from the lobby. Once they noticed the real Selena coming back out of the bathroom, they both donned their masks and released the canisters of sleeping gas into the adjoining suite through a small rubber hose. The enclosed ventilation of the room and the air conditioning assisted in spreading the gas as it quickly filled up the room. The camera's image showed that the real Selena was touching her head with her hand as she wobbled slightly and collapsed onto the carpeted floor before reaching the bed. The two spray cans were emptied before Hobson decided to knock on her door just to make sure whoever else was in that room, they had really been knocked out by the powerful gas. Even if there was anyone else not picked up by their camera in there, he would surely be unconscious by then. When no one came to the door after a few more knocks, Hobson unlocked the connecting door with the key courtesy of their bribe. Once they were in, Hobson quietly pulled out his Glock 22 to scout the room for any threats - 'Selena' followed closely behind. After the sleeping Selena was confirmed as the only occupant of the suite, Hobson carried the soundly asleep girl back to their suite while her soon-to-be replacement was busy opening up windows to let out the sleeping gas. A few minutes later, Hobson and the fake Selena was looking at the real Selena, still in her pink hotel robes. "Wow, I couldn't tell the difference between you two," Hobson said. By then, fake Selena had already removed her blonde wig. Resentment projected from her surgical constructed big blue eyes. "I'll leave you two alone. I'll be outside guarding the hallway," Hobson added. The former Hugo was still glaring at the sleeping sister. 'Her' emotion was a mixture of anger, exasperation and sadness. Could 'she' do what the evil twin did - killing one of her own? The replacement Selena knew 'she' didn't have much time to ponder as she quickly stripped herself naked before removing the unconscious Selena's bathrobe. Her perky breasts were exposed as they rose with each breath the evil Selena took. Then she proceeded to remove all the earrings, piercings and rings before putting them on herself - matching the location of each jewelry. While 'she' was doing that, the replacement Selena noticed something odd with 'her' sister's breasts. Each of them had a very fine scar at the bottom. It was something anyone wouldn't notice unless they looked really close at it. Did 'her' sister have her boobs done? If she did, the 'improvement' was certainly very minimal. Immediately after, another peculiar sight emerged as 'her' gaze drifted downwards. 'She' noticed a small bulge underneath the crotch of her pink panties. Was that her tampon? As the replacement girl got closer to examine the sleeping girl's groin, 'she' noticed that the bulge had just gotten bigger. The false Selena's heart began racing as she decided to take off the panties. Instead of the real Selena's pussy, what appeared before her almost caused her to stumble off the bed. She was absolutely dumbfounded to find a flaccid penis lying on who 'she' thought was 'her' sister's crotch. The former Hugo Quinto's mouth was gapping as 'she' could not believe 'her' eyes. A snickering laugh startled 'her' even more as she noticed the person on the bed, whoever she or he was, started moving. Her or his body was shaking as the laughing got louder. Right then, popping sounds - the very same ones he had heard in his family mansion 8 months ago - erupted a few times on the outside of the suite. The sound of a body dropping to the floor followed. Everything seemed so familiar as if it was a reenactment of that dark, dark night. "What the heck is going on? Who are you? Where is my sister?" the young Quinto asked before turning towards the door and calling for 'her' bodyguard. "Hobson, are you okay?" The door opened and the world came crushing down for the revenge seeker as 'she' saw three heavily tattooed Locos men entered the room. All of them with arrogant smile on their rugged face. "I'm afraid your friend out there had been sent to hell, just like your papa and mama." The girl or boy or creature on the bed said. That infuriated Hugo as 'she' rushed her naked body towards the 'creature', trying to punch her. With one swift movement, the shemale caught the assailant's right wrist, twisted the arm at the elbow a