Heavy Is Dead Mga Nobela at Kwento

Maybe even…dead. ***

I would have laughed if I had lungs. “Feels more like I jumped off the train with a bomb and hoped for the best,” I said. “Is it… gone?” “The old structure?” The composite head tilted. “Collapsing. It takes time for anything that big to finish dying, even outside of time. But you put the kill command in the right place.” Somewhere far away—too far to hear, but close enough to *feel*—a massive system screamed and then went quiet. “And this?” I asked, glancing around at the endless white. “Is this… what, the after‑after‑life? The waiting room for idiots who stab gods with pens?”

He used to only speak to me like that. "If she hadn't thrown that water on you, would you have spiked to 102 degrees Fahrenheit? You're carrying the heir of the Costa and Camorra families. I'm not leaving your side." My fists clenched so tight my nails dug into my palm until it went numb. It had been eight years. Eight years ago, I was digging through trash in the slums for leftover bread. Dirt clung to my skin. Meanwhile, he was the golden heir of the Costa family, dressed in tailored suits and surrounded by admirers.

He doubles over, and I take the opportunity to land an elbow to the back of his neck making him drop to the floor. “Are you ready to die like your friend?” I ask. “Fuck you bitch. You can’t win against our army. Scàthach will triumph and you will all die.” “Ew, can we not do the villain monologue? It’s so annoying and cliché.” I say before I extend my claws and rip his heart out through his back. That was seriously badass and gross, all at the same time. Hey, he’s dead, his friend is dead, and Wyatt is dead. That’s all that matters.

DAWN’S POV I was seated in the throne room, watching as the elders and gammas of my pack whispered among themselves, unable to believe that their alpha was dead. I assured them that he was dead, but they demanded to see his body. "I want to see his body! How can we believe he is dead without seeing his body?" one of the gammas said, with a tinge of desperation in his voice. "You don't need to see his body. Trust me, he's dead," I replied with a cold tone, trying to hide my smile.

“How?” “I’m here.” His words make me smile, but the deep sadness still doesn't go away. I'm not sure it ever will. "What about your mom?" he asks. I sigh. “She also died in a car accident. When I was a baby.” He cringes. “That’s a messed up coincidence.” “...Yeah.” Was it a coincidence? “Headmaster Stroud said he wouldn’t be surprised if my father is actually alive.” I shake my head at the moon.

Every move was hurting me This man was strong and ruthless. Then I saw death approaching. "You hurt my partner and now you deserve punishment." he approached Jack with his gun, who was standing and barely watching. He had been crushed by a fight. "Please dont." I began to cry inconsolably as hard as I could. With all the strength I had left. "I'll take away what you love most." he laughed and smashed my life to pieces with a thunderbolt. He killed him. He killed my future.

I opened my eyes fully and looked down at the sweet child peeking sleepily up at me. "You hurted my daddy," Miguel mumbled in confusion. My heart dropped and I shook my head. I wasn't completely responsible for their deaths. I mean their father died in the stupid Iraq war and their blonde haired mother hung herself after getting the news. I dealt with death but not the way the individual died, that was solely on those fate bitches. "This is bullshit, let's go, don't ever forget about me little man, we will meet again in the future, this I swear," I growled. I moved him off me, patting his head sweetly and hurried past Maria cursing me while holding a cross up at me.

I didn’t waste any time; I called Nate right now. “NATE!! DID YOU SEE THE FUCKING NEWS!!” I screamed. There was a pause on the phone. I knew he had to collect himself from internal bleeding. “Okay. Now that I could hear again. Calmly tell me,” he said. "Dude, Henry is dead!"

"Your friends are already dead. You have no future ahead of you. Just stop struggling and let go." His eyes find me, fiery and full of anger. He opens his mouth one last time, no doubt to call me a whore again, but this time no sound escapes his lips. Only a long wheeze, a scratchy inhale that sounds like it might hurt a lot. His eyes go impossibly wide, and with that, his body goes limp. I watch and wait as he heaves his last breath, then he's dead. Finally, I take a step back, looking at the three corpses and wondering what I'm going to do with them.