Strange, how the second he spat that venom at my mate. I no longer felt the need to please him. No longer did I feel that deep-set terror that settled in my stomach at the thought of his wrath being turned on me. I guess there was just a small self-conscious boy inside me, but I don't feel that he is there anymore. That first punch I landed on his face, it felt like it made the boy grow into a man.
My father slowly started to stir , the blood that Blane had given him starting to feed the immortal within and give it strength. Empowering it to speed up his recovery and give him strength. I am nervous now, for a whole other reason. Not him anymore , now I saw him for what he was. Done with. He wouldn't leave this cell alive. If not by my hand, it would be by Blane's. The timeline would ……
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