Chapter 74 - Impostors (12) (1/2)
Many eyes filled with hatred, disgust and incomprehension turned to Trevor.
Among those who heard what Lazar had said, a common feeling of indignation emerged and it could expressed itself by the following interrogation; that son of a bitch actually dared to make us believe that?
In Trevor's mind a question of the same kind was arosing...
'How could I have been stupid enough to think it was going to work?' He lamented with self-hatred while staring blankly at his shoes because keeping his head down prevented him from facing the animosity he was being targeted with.
Deep inside of him he had the answer to his question, but even now he preferred to convince himself that it wasn't that stupid, that it was an opportunity he had to seize and that he shouldn't regret what he had done... rather than finally see the truth.
He had been blinded by the power that his role of savior would have given him over the others and all he had to do to realize it was remember how much people's admiration had gone to his head and made him forget the risks he was taking.
But it wasn't a big deal, maybe the negative consequences of the risks he had taken and that he would soon taste would open his eyes... before they close for good.
”PIECE OF SHIT!” That's what Trevor heard before he collapsed under the impact of a punch on the right side of his jaw.
It wasn't a very powerful punch, so right after falling back on his stomach, Trevor raised his head directly to the person who had just hit him and at that moment... he understood that he was surely living the last moments of his life.
The person who had hit him was a young woman who was one head shorter than he was and who had a weak physique, tears were flowing at the corners of her eyes and her lifeless gaze was suggesting that the tragedy caused by the Draugur must have particularly affected her.
It wasn't this girl in herself that Trevor considered as a threat to his life, even though he felt that there was in her a will to hurt him... or worse.
The reason why he thought his life was threatened was that he knew that the death of the Draugur hadn't been enough to calm the rage of everyone and that, like this girl, it was undoubtedly crossing the minds of many other people that hurting him would do them a lot more good than mutilating the bodies of Draugur who anyway couldn't feel an ounce of the pain they had caused them.
”I'm s...” Before Trevor could even begin to apologize and beg to not be harmed, someone stomped on his nose.
A few seconds later, he was surrounded by about two dozens of people who had already dealt him far too many blows to be counted.
'Hmm, a little cruel coming from people like them, but I'm not going to complain.' Lazar thought as he watched Trevor being beaten to death with an eyebrows raised since the cruelty he was referring to wasn't coming from the fact that people were going to kill Trevor as he expected but from the fact that he noticed that no one was using his weapon to hurt him and that he understood that it was unconsciously or not so that the latter wouldn't die too quickly.