Chapter 128: Birth of a Hero Part 2 (2/2)
Alton held his head crying as Monty went in for an attack. ”You don't understand! Get out of my sight Montague!” He screamed all senses gone as he sent a flurry of ice forward. Monty collapsed into the ground as the ice shattered by. As it vanished Monty remerged sword in hand. Taken too far back by his actions, Alton couldn't react fast enough as the blade plunged into his chest. Alton stared wide-eyed as Monty stumbled forward still clinging the sword. Alton's Garden form vanished as Alton collapsed to his side as the sword was pulled out. He held his stomach, looking at the blood-covered hands whimpering in pain.
Monty was slightly thrown off seeing Alton down for the count not expecting the inevitable. His shock soon faded into pride as he began laughing, kicking Alton across the snow. He rolled over as blood tainted into the snow. ”Where is all that power then, huh?! Look me in the eye… I best you, Alton Brantley, I want you to look me in the eye as you die.” Alton didn't respond as he was staring at his wound, losing feeling in his body. His hand trembled as he reached out for Monty. Smacking his hand away, he chuckled standing on Alton's head. ”Nothing to say in your final moments? What's wrong are you afraid of dying? May this be a lesson to never mess with Monty Montague.”
Scarlett jumped up behind Monty, trying to stop him. Monty dodged, kicking her back down for the count as she scrunched her face screaming. ”Don't you fucking touch him, you bastard!”
Monty shook his hand sighing. ”Wait your turn bitch. Don't bother trying to save him.”
”Please don't…” She whimpered. ”Don't take him from me.”
”Young love. You put your faith in the wrong boy. This is the end for you Alton. Any last words?” Monty flinched as Alton was staring at him, smiling away. This really put off Monty angering him. ”What the hell are you smiling about?”
He began kicking him over and over as no one could save him. Zinnia rolled over coughing as Harmony watched disgusted. ”I need to…”
”Zinnia, you can't move. You're too injured.”
Zinnia tried crawling over, shaking her head. ”No, I can't. I can't let him di-.” She stopped feeling empty, unsure of what to do. She didn't move just watching feeling useless once again.
”Is this what a hero does? Watch someone die before their eyes? I thought a hero would always fight for what's right and other people no matter what. I thought you wanted to be a hero, Zinnia Trost.”
Zinnia collapsed, losing conscience as she found herself standing in front of her orphanage. A woman walked up with a baby in hand. The baby was a girl with short pink hair. Zinnia stared on in shock as the baby was left on the doorstep as she began to run away. Zinnia stepped forward whispering. ”Mother?”
The woman stopped turning around, matching the appearance of her vision just older. ”You've grown so much haven't you daughter of mine?”