He Was A Dead Man Walking To His Fate 소설 & 이야기

This wasn’t light fading, it was him fading. He knew what was happening. I’m dying.

Now he was walking, walking like a walking corpse, walking like a dying man waiting for the sweet waltz he would have with death, with the gentle touch she would give him when Ethel was in his arms. But no, I couldn’t die so easily, could I? No, of course not. He had a moment when he had just woken up, awake next to a dead body and strangled next to a deep cut in the marked throat. What do you mean? She didn’t do that, did she? There’s no way, there’s no way... But it was too late, they picked her up and soon brought her to the cell that was now, a cell that was moldy and clearly carried the heavy air of all the cries and screams that those walls had to witness.

Unfortunately, there was no indication he would be changing his mind any time soon. On the contrary, he kept systematically screwing his way through the female population. I swore that shit was going to come back to bite him someday soon. He was going to get caught with some poor guy’s mate and end up in a challenge to the death. He’d win, but that wouldn’t save his reputation or his conscience.

A haunted balustrade. “Well, that’s not the point,” he said calmly. “Although I am the only person who knows this is the balustrade of the dead, and now, you know, too. So, you are basically a part of the dead family. You have two options: explain your actions or die by kicking your own neck and then join this dead family.” “Was that a threat?” I narrowed my eyes as I gaped at him with uneven eyebrows. “Did I make it sound like an apology?”

He shook his head, his eyes closing in a way that showed helplessness and disappointment. “I am dead, Ella. I am only a wandering soul now,” He confessed and suddenly my heart tightened on his words. What does he mean? “What are you saying?”I sat up and looked at him curiously. To me he looked completely fine, how could he be dead and a wandering soul and still be able to show himself to me? I felt puzzled by his confessions.

‘Darn, lucky guy…’ K Whatever said in her mind, however, after a moment, she remembered Sebastian wasn’t lucky but cursed, ‘Nevermind,’ As they passed by more bars, they’ve seen from skeletons to the newly dead body. Until they found one that is still alive but in the worst state. The woman keep coughing nonstop and finally coughed blood. K Whatever and Sebastian stood in front of the woman and witnessed how she finally died. The two little kids continued walking. As they were walking, the bars on the left has a man who seem to be new to his cell. Seeing two kids walking, the man glared at them, “What? Here to torture me again? Huh, pathetic slaves.”

His mate was marked for death, carrying a curse that would kill all three of them. “You’ll get your life back soon, I promise,” he said. I just nodded, watching him walk away. He had no idea what was coming.

His face was a mask stone cold, unreadable but his eyes burned like embers. “They’re mistakes,” he said softly, almost tenderly. “And I don’t make mistakes twice.” Before I could respond, he pushed open the last door and guided me inside. The room was worse than any nightmare bare concrete walls, a drain in the floor still wet with crimson, chains bolted to the wall, and in the center a man lay there, DEAD!! I staggered back, bile rising in my throat. “Oh my God…”

Nothing makes me happier. I take her hand, hoisting myself up. I turn one more glance at the blackened ground. I make a silent promise to myself and the souls we said goodbye to. A promise to be better for my pack members, and to ensure nobody feels discarded or cast aside. Their deaths will bookmark a turning point for a better tomorrow. A life lived. A life loved.

Eventually, a knock on the door interrupted me from my thoughts. “Come in.” The door opened to reveal my second in command with a grim expression. “It is time.” I inhaled and exhaled slowly. “Let’s go.” I stood up, and we walked to where the Made Men were waiting. Each step I took felt slow and sluggish, like walking in quicksand. A weight was pressing down on me, and it felt like I was walking to my end. In a way, it was a somewhat accurate description. I was indeed walking to my fate. Just not the in the way that people would think. I was going in as the heir and would come out as the Don.