Novel & Cerita Left 4 Dead 2 Ellis Stories

The air in Blackwell Industries was sharp with winter frost and burning rage. Since the death of Dr. Elara Jensen hit the headlines, both Isla and Lucian had been moving like wolves in a blood-scented forest, separately, strategically and silently. It had only been four days since Isla stared at the obituary and whispered, "She was the last thread. And Claire cut it." But even in death, Elara Jensen left behind a ripple. The kind that would upturn everything for Lucian and Isla.

"The kidney inside me… it was Jocelyn's… We were wrong about her all along…" Floating above them, I finally heard the answer I had longed for in life. So… after my death, they did feel sorrow. They did cry. It was just too late. Far too late. They would never receive my forgiveness. And I only hoped that in every lifetime to come, I would have nothing to do with them ever again. Joel ordered his bodyguards to drag Vivian toward the operating room. She struggled in panic. "What are you doing?! Let me go!"

"Luna, this is our joint project with Euronia. Study the process. You're coming with me to negotiations next week." I flipped it open. "Va bene." Mamma handed me a cup of warm water. "Don't push yourself. If you don't want this life, I can take care of you forever." "I can handle it, Mamma." I smiled. "If I survived the slums, I can survive this. Especially with you and Papa." I knew one thing. If I wanted freedom from my past, I had to become stronger. Ella Pezzano died in the flames at Costa Estate.

' Ellis, this is-' A scream erupted not far from us, and Ellis and I shared a glance before we both took off to the sound. Two young adults, a boy and a girl, were lying on the ground under a vast tree twenty feet from us. They were lying in a pool of blood, with their throats ripped open. The boy's lifeless eyes peered lifelessly towards the girl, lying next to him. I touched their bodies. They were warm. " Their bodies are still warm," I looked up to Ellis, who was busy mind-linking. "Whoever did this is still in the area," his voice was chilling and low.

I was starting to think there wasn’t much left of humanity to save. We had just returned from a mission that had gone horribly wrong. We’d been ambushed by the infected halfway through securing an old supply cache, and though we had made it out alive, it hadn’t been without cost. Two soldiers—men I’d worked with for weeks, men I had shared meals and conversations with—hadn’t made it back. The air in the base was heavy with grief. Everyone moved like ghosts, their shoulders slumped, their eyes dull. Even Ethan seemed quieter than usual, his face drawn tight with the weight of command.

Cheap motels and rotten reapers Ellis suggested the Super 8 motel off the highway. "They have a free breakfast of coffee and stale leftovers from the Sugar Shack bakery," he sighed and I clapped, saying yummy. He shook his head as I held his waist. I told him to close his eyes as I transported us to the hidden side of the hotel. I glanced around and gritted my teeth realizing we were in the reaper Lestat's area. He and my mother had a long heated spat over what I didn't know nor care. I told Ellis that he needed to acquire the room for us and he smiled happily and said certainly. I watched him enter the lobby and frowned slightly seeing another guy with a gun in his pocket. Spying Lestat, I

They were dead in that tunnel if that man wanted has the intention to kill them. "Let's get back to the mansion!" They heard Jared say. Then he tossed a key for the chain and released Ellisa. "Can you stand?" Levius asked. Ellisa nodded but as soon as she tried to she felt dizzy. Good thing Levius was at his side and caught her. "I'll carry you. Let's rest when we get home." At the mansion, while Ellisa and Rossie rest in their rooms, Jared and Levius was at the dining table, drinking some alcohol to ease their pride for being a damn failure. Their women could have died and they wouldn't even know.

And I finally regained control of my senses. ‘So what happened?’ asked Ellis, in a quiet tone that wasn’t seeking for a report, but one of a father to a son. ‘Two rogues. Perri and Kurt—.’ ‘Perri?’ Ellis was wide-eyed and then lowered his face to the ground and shook his head. ‘Goddess’ arse.’ Ellis seldom cursed. ‘What’s her story?’ Ellis clasped his hands and pressed to his forehead. ‘Her mate rejected her, and she killed him. Severed his limbs from the body. So we exiled her.’

Old Hayface nearly choked on his own spit, trembling as he stuttered, "Y-You... you actually killed Ellis... M-Mr. Lake will never let you walk away from this..." Andrew gave him a smile, but to Old Hayface, there was nothing warm in it—only an unearthly chill that sank into his bones. Then, Andrew brought his foot down on Ellis's remaining arm. The sickening snap rang out like a gunshot, and just like that, Ellis was done. Both arms were shattered beyond repair. A thick stream of blood poured from his mouth as his eyes locked onto Andrew's. There was no more anger in them—only a wild, desperate question.

Charles backs into the foyer to accommodate us, and I ask him, "Can we talk alone?" Charle's eyes shift to Vanda before returning to me. "Yes—we can." "I'll find Elizabeth," Vanda tells me, and then he's gone again, leaving Charles and I alone in the foyer. My tight shoulders loosen. "I—I need to know if he's okay," I say to Charle. "He really killed all forty of Walter's men?" "He did." "Why?" "Because Walter is his next target," Charles says simply. "So this is about the Elders' Blood title?"