149 Tragedy Of A Half-Host 2 (1/2)
”Distant water cannot quench a fire nearby.” The wise words from some ancient dude of the oldest and biggest empire in the east.
This saying was pretty spot on in Chris' current situation because even though Sofony Mendez, for Wendy, mentally promised that she would help this poor guy once if ever he got into a troublesome and deadly situation, the problem was their current distance.
Sofony, who received the notification the moment he got nailed on the tall fencing of the basketball court was still within Alina City. Even though she did rush at full speed towards this place by borrowing a car from Gio, it would still take three hours away to get to his current city. Regrettably, even if his assailant was willing to wait for his helper to arrive, FOR FUN, his body which his remaining points would not be able to heal was already failing due to severe blood loss...
Truth be told, he was barely awake. Forcefully made to stay awake by the incessant ramblings of the other and the pain that this damnable kid kept on triggering by repeatedly digging into his wounds using his fingers.
”H..y, are .... listen...g”
It had already been an hour since the lunatic host, the terrorist Leo Jones, began to do this. So many stories had already been told, from the beginning of this damnable host's immoral journey to how he caused several elderlies to trip on the banana peels that he purposely threw on a street. He even covered what the different kinds of explosives were and how to use them to achieve the best effect when blowing something up. Leo Jones even brought up the different techniques on how to judge what bombs to use depending on the type of target. But if Chris would be honest, he felt like all of the other's crazy bullshitting was merely the sh*tty kid's way of furthering his agony.
Looking at the naive and innocent smile on the other's face, he felt chills running down his bleeding black. For a second, he didn't know whether to be hateful that he accidentally earned this lunatic's ire by reporting him to those useless policemen.
”....”
The system had been saying this same line for more than ten times.
If Chris could only curse out...
Unfortunately, he didn't even have the energy to sigh, much less make any sarcastic remark.
In front of him, the bomber juvenile frowned and poked at the deep gash on Chris' stomach again. His face showed annoyance that Chris was no longer making any sounds. It didn't take long for him to stop, seemingly bored that the other was not responding anymore. With a shrug, he retracted his hand.
”Whatever. I'll leave now. Be thankful that I'm being merciful today, otherwise. Hmp! Thank Sofony Mendez later. I kind of like that faker even though she's a crybaby. If not for your connection to her, I would have blasted you to death already! Anyway, you'll surely survive since you're still a host, hahaha, though only half-half!”
The poor guy barely heard the name of the woman who Leo Jones told him to thank later. His mind managed to ask some things, like, what later, why thank her, what connection... However, when he remembered that Leo Jones would finally be leaving, that was what later occupied his mind, finally relaxing his tensed body and spirit.
”I hope I see you stronger next time. Hahaha. Buh-bye!”
Through his blood-filled vision, he saw a flash of light in front which vanished three seconds later. The cause of his nightmarish experience finally disappeared from sight. He didn't care how he did it. All he knew was that he could go to sleep now. If he would wake up or not later, honestly, the thought did not cross his mind. He simply had no more energy to muse about it.
Oddly though, which was probably due to extreme hate or fear he felt towards the brat that drove him to his current state, before he completely lost consciousness, his sheer will enabled him to say,
”I...hope...to....ne..ver...saw....you...a...gain,...bas...tard!”
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