Chapter 257: Side Story: At the table (c) (1/2)

The furious Theo was glaring daggers at John. He silently reevaluated the last seven years that he had spent with John. At first, they weren't close at all. Elliot, the main bridge between them, was no longer here, so they barely communicated. Still, as they were the only ones here, they stuck together. Theo always thought that John was a silent, introverted type of guy. While undergoing the trial to become members of the resistance, they became even more apart. After the trial, though, John, who was a pretty average guy, suddenly went bonkers. It was as if he was injected with chicken blood, causing him to become an ultra extrovert who only wanted to talk, talk, and talk without thinking at all and stepping on other people's nerves!

John was utterly unaware of the danger he was in, and he was completely in the mood to continue poking fun at Theo.

John was now no different than a drunk guy who likes to create a mess, only to find himself waking up in the dustbin.

'What a sad reality!'

Elliot clicked his tongue.

Before Theo could take any actions, he extended his goodwill towards John one last time.

”John, a drunk dog died at the roadside, not because it was a dog but because it was drunk. You are too young to die like such a dog, so I advise you to close your mouth and keep your words dancing in your out-of-control mind.”

Elliot gave his godly advice, but the one hearing it was a cow and very lacking in the intelligent department.

His words fell on deaf ears!

”B-but I am just starting! I've seven years of grievance settled in my heart; today, I will let it all out. Accompany me till sunrise; otherwise, you're not mah boohoo!”

While shedding crocodile tears to make the onlookers understand how hard the last seven years had been for him, John started telling Elliot what had happened over the previous seven years, starting from day one. Every single day ended with him cursing Theo black and blue, calling him a dog that knows not the meaning of compassion!

”Bro, you can fuck him up as you like.”

Elliot had no intention of hearing John's sob story as it was not sad compared to the people dying because of hunger or getting killed by the serpentine devils. Hence, he released the leash controlling his dog, an act that indicated that he was allowing him to bite John much as he liked.

”Gladly.”

”Mommy!”

Bam!

Theo just stood up from his seat when John tripped, hit his head on the table, and dropped dead to the ground, blood coming out of his nose. Not a sound was made for a few moments. Elliot and Theo shared a look, both a bit worried and confused.

'Did he hit his head so hard that he died?'

'Why isn't he standing up?

”No, he is still alive, alright. I can hear his heart still beating!”