Did Donald Die In Invincible Novels & Stories

In the chaos, they smashed through the balcony glass door and fell together from the fifth floor. Donald died on the spot. Chelsea was critically injured, arrested, and fired by the company. Lying on a hospital bed, she cried and begged the police to let her see me one last time. I went. In the prison visitation room, separated by a cold pane of glass, I saw her. She was wearing an inmate uniform, her head shaved, bandages wrapped around her face. The once proud and beautiful woman was now nothing but a shell of exhaustion and despair. "Will…"

More than anger, what flooded him was disbelief that Leon could stand there so calmly and decide his life or death at will. “Don’t ever say you love her again.” Leon looked down at him coldly. His fingers tightened just a fraction more, and suffocation swept through Donald’s body. His face flushed and burned, dizziness crashing in, ears ringing, vision blurring. He struggled wildly, but strength drained from him until even his toes would not respond. Just as he was about to give up, the crushing force around his neck finally released. “Cough—cough…” Donald collapsed onto the ground, bracing himself with one hand while the other clutched his searing throat, coughing violently.

His fists clench tightly, and I can see him struggling to keep his composure. "Talia... is... dead?" My voice shakes. I can’t believe it. "You knew her name? Pathetic." A whimper slips from my lips. "No! If she was dead, I’d be dead too, They wouldn’t sell me," I shout, desperate for him to understand. "You will be executed soon enough." Donald snaps stepping out of the shadows of the room. I hadn't realized he was in here too. "She died yesterday morning, right after I bought you! The little idiot couldn’t even wait until I have sold you." The moustache guy yells on my face.

He dropped that like a bombshell as he instantly fell silent and didn’t give any extra information as to who he was referring to and what he meant. “Who?”, I asked, even though I was scared of what he was going to say. I don’t know if I wanted the answer, but I also knew that I badly wanted it. “Charlie, Odessa, and Pen...their car had run into a truck just when five minutes after they left, none of them survived. Pen was the only one alive as at when the paramedics arrived, but she died before they could even make it to the hospital,” I don’t know if followed what Donald was saying but I do not remember how the cup and its contents fell from my hands and dropped to the ground.

The news that broke was a shock. The old Don was dead, and Victor had stepped up as the new Don. Vitale and I were on our way back for the funeral when a second shock came. Victor had been ambushed and shot. By the Schillers. Lillian Schiller's Schillers. There was no time for the funeral. We went straight to the hospital. Victor was in the ICU with tubes everywhere, and he hadn't woken up.

“He’s my son, after all. He has my blood. And we have a lot to talk about..” Thea made a move, screaming at the top of her lungs. “John! Ethan!” Donlad overheard the distance between them and sent a slap across her face. Thea fell to the ground, her vision blurring almost instantly. Donald groaned. “John? You want to know where your dumb security details are?” He asked and screamed. “John! John!” No response. Thea's heart sank. “You killed them.” Donald shook his head as he bent on his heels, meeting her gaze. “Unfortunately, no. I gave them something else to get busy with..now.” he grabbed her chin roughly. “Where were we?”

Donald’s mouth bleed, who knew if it was his gums that were bleeding or his nose that got broken. Javier whose hands had been placed outside were now tucked back into his pockets. He approved. No reasoning was needed—beat him up, then they would talk. When Doug let go and got up, Donald who was dizzy from the punches swiped the blood on his mouth and shrieked, “The b*stard hit me. Guys, record it. Upload it to the internet. “Sacred Virtues Hospital’s head nurse cheated with the deputy director. The b*tch and b*stard attack her ex-husband…”

I’d gone to his estate after hearing the news of his demise—three hours after his time of death but I was refused entry by the same sons he’d always despised. When I finally saw his body at the funeral, I knew. The color of his lips. The stillness of his face. It wasn’t the heart condition he’d constantly battled with. It was poison. The coroner called it an overdose of his medication, but I knew better. Don Antonio was allergic to Diclofenac. I was the one who managed his prescriptions. Someone had killed him. But when I’d demanded an autopsy, they’d all laughed it off. Marcini had even slapped me across the face in front of everyone at his funeral. I could still feel that sting. That humil

I soliloquized. Donald walked into the room and I didn't notice his presence, he tapped my shoulder. “Rosa, darling, what's the problem?” He asked with an anxious voice. His words woke me up from my thoughts, “Evelyn is in a critical state, Donald. I don't want my friend to die.” I replied, cuddled up his body with a trembling tone. “What Evelyn? What happened?” He asked, moving his eyes. “Evelyn was shot today at the hospital, I don't think she can survive this.” I replied with tears in my eyes.

The gap tears open and someone enters who shouldn’t exist anymore. Donald. My first mate who died completing the exchange, who died absolutely with no negotiation possible. But he’s here, conscious, existing like Alistair now does—dead absolutely but aware within death itself. “Hello, Mabel,” Donald’s death-consciousness says. “I figured out what Alistair just discovered. How to die absolutely while maintaining consciousness in death itself. And I’m here with a message from others who’ve learned this too. We’re forming a collective of death-conscious beings. And we want to negotiate with you about death’s future.”