Ace's Death Episode Novels & Stories

He gestured to the black veins still faintly visible under the skin of his forearms. "The outline is moving, isn't it?" I asked, reaching out to grab his wrist. He flinched, but I didn't let go. The moment our skin met, the ache in my chest vanished. The "Oxygen Debt" was paid in full. "We are in the tenth life, Julian. The cycle is supposed to end here."

The blood had nearly stopped flowing. The position of his right hand was strange; his fingers curled as if trying to grasp something. I crouched down. In his open left hand, written crookedly in blood, was a single word: "Run". 02:14. One minute left. 02:15 came. Nothing happened. I was still alive. "Substitute death successful. Eric Dawson was killed at 2:14 in Parking Lot C. Remaining loop time: 48 hours. "Go to Parking Lot C. There’s something for you."

I moved for my gun but then Ace shot his grandfather. My eyes widened in the irony of what just happened. The Feds let Derek die to get to Gerald and Ace just killed him. Everything was for nothing. We barely escaped that warehouse after she lit the fucker on fire and I had official gave up on this life and who I was. We got back to his house and Elise was with Nikki waiting for us. Angelo wanted to see him and I made my decision. I told Ace I was leaving and I meant it but first I was taking Angelo with me. This was a sick game he played, roping in kids to lose their souls and I was done watching it all go down helplessly.

The inside of the man's head was now filled with Jazlyn for no apparent reason. He should be happy that Jazlyn decided to leave after her mom's condition had completely improved and she could finally live a very normal life from now on. But, still there is a feeling stuck in the man's mind. Who doesn't seem to want to let Jazlyn go. Ace had now returned to his own reality now and looked at his father who was still busy enjoying the chicken soup. "Dad, what really happened? If you don't really die, then who is buried in the tomb?" Ace asked his dad seriously.

Her eyes filled with tears. Ace’s gesture changed, and if it hadn’t been for the little boy who was watching everything, surely he’d also come to him and beat him up until the man could understand Cameron wasn’t his. Not anymore. “What the hell are you doing here?!” Ace spit out. Diego didn’t know what to answer. Cameron had accepted Ace for the rest of her days. Maybe, that was their destiny. But, what about Ace being involved with Eliza’s death? They didn’t have trustful proofs against him. Just a picture, the idea of Ace being behind that and… that was pretty much it.

“Come on, Kourt.” She alternates her gaze between me and Ace again. “After my death, you two can bond over how your mothers both died of breast cancer, and the enemy of your love died of the same thing years later. Perfect. Just perfect!” Ace’s mother died of breast cancer too? I didn't know that! Or is it part of the things I do not remember? “I only ask for one final thing…” Everyone goes silent. Come on guys! Why are we listening to her when we should be thinking of catching her!

It felt like he was hugging a humanoid phone on vibration. Luckily, they found the door to the kids’ dormitory. Florence was promptly led inside. After telling her not to come out, Javier took a deep breath, lifted his stick, and headed toward the ghost. “Tonight is the night when the Ace at the Apex—otherwise known as me—defeats a ghost!” he proclaimed in the corridor.

I said quietly grabbing his hand that stayed by his sides. We made our way to the center of the cemetery, where four graves lay freshly dug, each marked with a simple wooden cross. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and the faint perfume of flowers laid by grieving families. Ace's grip on my hand tightened as we approached, a silent testament to the weight of his emotions. As the pastor began the solemn eulogy, I glanced at Ace. His face was a mask of composure, but I could see the turmoil in his eyes. He blamed himself for the deaths, even though it wasn’t his fault. I squeezed his hand, hoping to offer some comfort.

“What the hell?” The tomb rumbled and shook, the lights dimmed and brightened. “Shit,” Ace cursed, holding the coffin for support. As soon as it began, the quake stopped. I looked around for signs of danger or attack and found none. Sighing in relief, I leaned against the coffin. “Guys?” Morgan squeaked. “He is gone.” “No,” I gaped into the empty coffin. “No way.” “I knew there was something fishy. Someone got here before us and took Achilleas’ corpse.”

When our whole family saw the death timer for my sister will end on her sixteenth birthday, she became the most important person in the family. She suddenly took priority in everything, from food to dresses, and even bedtime stories. I felt for her, but I was also jealous that she was given everything. However, a day before her sixteenth birthday, my parents locked me up in the storeroom in fear that I would make a mess of things. I kept hammering the door, crying, "Mom, let me out! I'm having a fever, and my head hurts!" Mom didn't believe me. "Just stop! Your sister will die in just a day, and you're playing sick to gain our sympathy?! Don't you understand anything?!" "No…" I tried m