Grey Anatomy Alex Karev Dies の小説・ストーリー

Zandro said while still staring sharply at Zyl. Zyl interjected then raised his middle finger in front of Zandro "F*ck off!" he murmured then the attention was turned to Ara "Sorry about that— Last question, What happened to Alex Kang?. The CCTV footage was cut so we don't know what happened next." "Simple lang, I killed him then left the scene" Ara's sparing answer. "We know, we saw it," Zyl said "I saw how you ended his life alone" he added "What I mean is what happened to his body."

I savored his horrified look, his bulging scared eyes, and his anguished filled shrieks. Right before I could pull my hand out with his heart in it, my head whirled against my will to an impossible, neck snapping, degree. And it did, I heard my neck snap just before I fell down to the ground and darkness claimed me right away. My last thoughts before I died; which I knew that I was going to without a shred of a doubt, were of astonishingly multiple discoveries that I didn’t think I was able to wrap my head around given that it took exactly one second for me to realize them before succumbing to endless eternal blackness.

I was painting a field of lavender, the purple flowers swaying in the breeze. "News from Chicago," Alex said, his voice neutral, walking up behind me with a tablet. "What news?" I didn't look up, just kept mixing my paints. "Victor Moretti is dead." My hand didn't even flinch. I dipped my brush into a pool of lavender paint. "Oh," I said. Just that. One syllable. An ending. "You don't want to know how?" Alex asked. I finally looked up at him, a small, real smile on my lips. "He's not my problem anymore, Alex," I said, my brush never faltering. "He's just a name from another lifetime."

And skirting near the Grey shade wouldn't make him bad either. 'Dante Volcov, you are welcome' he thought to himself as he watched the news of Alexander's death spreading fast like wild fire.

I clean my eyes and look again and it's definitely Kareal I see drinking blood from a fellow student! Before I have the time to react, Kaeren's gaze snaps to mine and he smirks. “Well well, if it isn't the wolfless Pyromaniac eavesdropping on us,” he says, drawing the attention of the others. Kareal steps back from the man slowly without a care in the world and the man slumps to the ground, lifeless. In a second, they're all at my side. Kaeren pushes me against a tree and I gasp. " What are you doing?” I ask even though my heart is racing right now.

His hand reached out, fingers brushing my gravestone, as if finally holding my hand. Alice collapsed to the ground, her screams tearing through the silence. Ella stood frozen, her arrogance finally replaced by terror. It was too late. Kael collapsed in a pool of blood, his heart already still.

It wasn't a liquidation order, and it wasn't a compliance brief from Sophia Lang. It was an automated death certificate, finalized by the London metropolitan forensic desk ten minutes prior. The name on the digital registry was *Victor Hawthorne*, and the cause of death was listed as an acute, untraceable toxin detected during his morning transport from the Carlton Club. Before Elias could process the sudden, violent decapitation of his dynasty, a secondary window popped open on the screen, revealing a pre-recorded video file. The image rendered smoothly, showing Rafe Morale Blackwood sitting inside the darkened interior of an unmarked sedan, a sleek silver briefcase resting on his knees.

However, seeing how badly I looked with blood everywhere, he was probably thinking twice about it. After the crowd dispersed, I supported myself against the wall and walked out alone, leaving a trail of blood behind me. "Ron..." Scarlett's lips moved as if she wanted to follow me, but then Derek's booming voice erupted from the crowd. "Mr. Morrison, are you alright? Someone help! Mr. Morrison just fainted." Scarlett stopped in her tracks immediately. She turned to check on Chase and never looked back. "What are you all standing around for? Call an ambulance!"

For a piece glass got lodged right in his throat. Alex collaspsed to the floor, with bright crimson blood shooting from his neck. He was confused as to what just happened, a minute ago he was making resolutions on how he would live in the moment. And now? Well Nigga be sure doing something other than living at the moment. "Life is a joke" alex thought as the light in his eyes dimmed. Alex Anderson was dead. At least he thought he was.

The hall was silent as a graveyard, every eye pinned on Martins. His face was heavy with grief, his shoulders squared as though carrying the weight of the world. He turned to Alex, his voice low but sharp enough to pierce through the whispers. “Alex,” Martins said, his words deliberate, “Amara’s health condition deteriorated again… and she passed away two days ago.” The hall gasped. Alex froze where he stood, his mouth slightly open, his chest rising and falling fast. He blinked at Martins like he had not heard well. His lips trembled.