Chapter 231
Chapter 231 of "The Villain's Story" kicks off with: ...I can feel Henry's pain...s.h.i.t......I don't want to see that...Serena's...pain is terrible....GAHHHH! MY HEAD!...ahhhh....!My knees... Continue reading!
...I can feel Henry's pain...s.h.i.t...
...I don't want to see that...Serena's...pain is terrible....GAHHHH! MY HEAD!
...ahhhh....!
My knees buckled...my back...this unbearable weight...make it stop...
....make it stop!...AHHHH!
....so lethargic...I... wan-
...I want..to sleep....kazikato...
...I'm sorry...let this end...
Shut up...
...No no no no no no!
Let it end!
NOOOOO!!!
...so powerless.
... Alice...
[Alice Thompson, daughter of the guildmaster of the third strongest Guild, Richard Thompson.
A Disgrace, to everyone except her father.]
...stop talking about her like that...
...it's not...AHHHH!
[From the beginning, She was weak, A talentless brat...especially since her social standing was so important.
The Daughter of the third ranked guilds guildmaster. Yet she possessed no talent whatsoever in any field.
Even Henry had some talent, which although was overshadowed by his brother..this one had none.
Can you feel it?].
....yes...i can feel her pain.
...yes...
...stop it....
no...
...Alice...I'm sor...
...make it stop....please.
...ahhhh....
"Cough!"
A beaten up boy, possessing a charming face and pure blond hair, coughed up blood as he looked at his bruised face in the mirror.
Maxwell Parker.
This was one of the many times he returned to his room like this...the only place he found solitude in.
'This loneliness feel...this pain from solitude...'
I thought as the scenery changed...one where Maxwell stayed glued to a screen, his eyes tired and hair disheveled.
Staring at graphs...like his life depended on it.
'...his voice is different.'
'It is not one of mockery like before...'
The scenery changed...yet again and there was a badly beaten Maxwell seen again...tending to his wounds...as there was pure...purer...purest hatred in his eyes.
'It is not the voice that belittled the rest...and looked down at them...'
I thought...feeling the pain of Maxwell...his wounds and his metal exhaustion.
...but he didn't have anyone.
'His voice...is of pity?'
This monster could feel pity...? he could feel Sympathy?'
The scene changed...and as I coughed up blood...I saw Maxwell laying against a wall...underneath him a pool of blood and mess.
...all alone.
Filled with rage.
He sat next to Maxwell...not minding the dirt and blood on the ground.
same as you...
Hopeless.
Broken.
Enraged.
...painful...undeserved...
...unneeded.
Henry appeared... his masked face talking to me...and I was unable to raise my head.
'It's...shameless...Serena...'
'...I know...'
'Nothing...Sabrina.'
'Im...sorry Kazikato...'
'...I'm...sorry.'
...It was as if there was no hope. Alan Peccator's mind was broken, as Maxwell's figure and mind was...
But there was still someone for them.
Jame's voice echoed.
Alan Felt a pat on his head.
A little girl, holding a golden teddy bear approached the injured Maxwell...his eyes watching her closely...the little girl's hands glowed, and Maxwell was being healed.
Elaine Parker, the little sister of Maxwell Parker.
Everything disappeared...and Alan raised his head.
To see his Sister, his younger, beloved sister...patting his head and looking at him with her usual smile.
"...sam?"
Alan muttered in this darkness.
But then...Jade Silk strings appeared and apprehended Samantha Peccator and dragged her away.
"NO....YOU f.u.c.kER!"
Alan screamed, but was unable to move. Jade chains held him down.
"NOOOOOO"
The jade strings pulled Samantha.
"NOOOOOO! YOU SON OF A b.i.t.c.h!"
And ripped her apart...In front of Alan's eyes...