69 Losing I (1/2)

The head was easily flung off the body with a clean cut done by Anne while the body fell to the ground without any restraints.

Her last words were never heard properly by Dean as he could only listen to the stuttering.

Like a trance he could only remember the scene of Ayesha being beheaded and like a video, rewound and repeated itself.

Dean's emotion were finally released as he suddenly kneeled at a lost and began crying tears of grief.

During the time he had been staying in his dorm, he was meditating for continuous hours to try and control emotions but it was all for naught.

The one emotion he was really used to expressing was anger and violence which was why he seemed a lot more reckless while sadness and grief was long forgotten.

Having continuous shock, stress and anxiety push his mind to the limit, Dean had no choice but to finally stop bottling his emotions.

Anne looked at the pitiful Dean with disgust as the hopeless tears that did nothing were pouring like a waterfall from his eyes.

Something felt like it had snapped as the rain became heavier and a lot more painful.

Having enough of this pressure, Dean collapsed.

The pillars that once held his life and future together were now crumbling to dust.

To wreak vengeance upon Christian had already crumbled down to the base of the pillar while the friend know as Leonard had been entirely rebuilt to a structure dedicated for revenge.

Where would he find happiness?

Those pillars all emitted auras of negative emotions that showed no proof of a happy ending.

Finally, the last of the pillars that controlled his sanity was crushed before his very eyes for a motive that he didn't even know.

All he had that he could hold onto was pain and anger.

He relinquished the pillar of family as the kinship was nonexistent meaning friends and family couldn't help him.

On his own... all alone... once more.

The hope of living for a good cause was immediately distinguished as he laid on the muddy floor in a pit of despair.

Holding what most students in the school considered to be a hero in contempt, Anne shoved her sword into Pierre's hand

”I've already done my part, now hurry up and do yours.”

Pierre knew that if he tried to refute or even whimper a single word that signified his detest fro murder he would suffer.

He strolled closer to Dean but each step felt heavier when he got closer.

It was a guilty conscience.

Originally when they were all children and ventured through that cave, Anne liked to portray herself as a weakling but he knew her far too well.

She was like a venomous snake that only showed off her fangs when it was necessary otherwise she would push the problems to someone else.

However that act stopped as soon as she became older as she was able to use Christian's authority to obtain a safe title within the school.

But of course his rude, heinous acts that was driven by lust to take advantage of the girls within the Autarch Organization was too much.