Does Enzo Die In Stranger Things の小説・ストーリー

Madison's adopted sister was left alone because she couldn't handle her adoptive mom being happy for Madison. Aldo, on the other hand, had watched as everything his family owned disappeared in one night. He watched as Enzo kept to his promise of killing a number of the people he loved. He went through a lot of torture in Enzo's hideout house before eventually dying. Madison didn't bother to know what happened to him, but she knew Enzo had a hand in his death when reports came that his lifeless body was found on a rooftop.

Mr Polio sounded from the door. Enzo's hand was trembling, he never found it difficult to kill any one, but tonight, he was finding it hard to pull the trigger on his best friend. "Enzo, do it. I won't be happy with you if he does it himself. Kill me, and end the memories once and for all." "I... I want to," He exhaled heavily. "I can't, Olsen." "If you can't then let me do the honor." "Enzo!" Olsen yelled, refusing to let Mr Polio pull the trigger. "Do it!"

Enzo’s mom, my mother’s protector–Sam, grabs me as she sobs, yanking me out of the ballroom where her mate lies dead next to my mother’s body and my father’s headless frame. But it isn’t her that kills the man hovering over me as I accept my fate. No, she lies dead next to me in a pool of her blood, her gray eyes wide and sorrowful as Enzo’s crazed cry breaks through the shocked silence in me. He is covered in red and gaping wounds as he scoops me up in his arms, whispering that everything is ok. He would keep me safe. But he shouldn’t have been there with me. He should have been with Caleb.

Then I put the phone in my lap and we waited. “I mean Enzo can’t be dead. He left us a few days ago and he is stronger than that to just die within a few days,” he blurted, like he’d been thinking of it for a while now about the possibility of Enzo being dead. His voice had a hint of uncertainty to it like as though he was asking questioning me. I kept quiet but my mind roamed just as his but I wasn’t ready to ‘think out loud’.

"I was just about to call you." "Why? What happened?" I asked, sensing that something was wrong. He was silent for a while, and then he said, "Enzo's dead. He was one of my Capi.” My heart dropped, and it felt like a punch to the stomach. "What?" I whispered, even though I'd heard him the first time. "Yeah. He was shot in his own office at the back of the bar,” he said. “Looks like an execution." I lowered myself onto the nearest bench, one hand over my mouth as I said, "Jesus..."

Enzo cried out and stumbled, clutching at a nearby soldier. His melting hand smeared across the man’s chest. The soldier screamed. He thrashed wildly, tearing at his own armor, clawing at the air as the poison spread. His cries echoed for a heartbeat longer, then his body gave in. He collapsed, eyes wide, lifeless. Enzo staggered forward. His legs failed him. He fell outside the tent, landing hard on his back, staring up at the sky as it blurred above him. “So this is my end,” he whispered.

I could not believe I did that. Enzo picked up on the third ring. “What the fuck did you do?” he asked. “I think I ate something bad. I need to go home,” I told him. He would understand. “Isa…” Enzo managed to say, but it was too late. I had killed Cruz already

"Beto is dead." My heart sank, and I felt a chill run down my spine. Beto was dead? How was that possible? Xavier's expression turned grim, and he stood up, towering over Enzo. "What happened?" he demanded. Enzo hesitated before answering. "He bit his tongue off. They couldn't save him." I felt a wave of nausea wash over me, and I turned away, unable to process the horror of what had happened.

“Did you really think she was grieving her father’s illness all alone? She’s been seeing someone. I saw her with him.” “You’re lying.” “Am I?” Vanessa purred. “You’ll see soon enough. Maybe you and I should finally be together, now that she’s moved on. We both know she’ll never love you the way I did.” He hung up before she could finish, his pulse thundering. For the first time, he didn’t know who to believe — and that scared him more than anything. ZARA’S POV The news broke the next morning. DON ENZO DEAD AT 71 — HEART ATTACK DURING CLOSED-DOOR MEETING.

"We're not going to do this, Enzo. What I said before about not being able to forgive you was true, but now I want to try to restore our brotherly relationship as well. We should both look forward." He stared at me for a long moment, searching my face for any sign of the hatred he clearly expected to find. When he didn't find it, fresh tears spilled down his cheeks. "She's dead, isn't she?" he whispered. "Aurora. I can feel it somehow." I nodded slowly. "She died at the temple." Enzo closed his eyes, his jaw working as he processed this information. When he opened them again, his expression was a complex mixture of grief, anger, and something that might have been relief.