Sonny saw the sword in his side. Then he felt pain, sharp.
It sent him to his knees, and all the elders surrounded him. Their hatred toward him made him smiled boldly.
"What, you want to kill me, but you don't have the guts to do so."
He turned to the figure who stabbed him. It was Killian who started to trembling, his hands soaked in blood, it must been when he was splashed.
Killian stared at him, his face pale like snow. Sonny noticed the dried tears stained on his cheeks.
He wanted to raise his hands but the pain in his ribs caused him to breath heavily. He swallowed back the blood coughing out of his mouth with a bloody smile. "Don't cry."
Then his eyes vision turned a pitch-black. He knew he should be afraid, for his body would be in the elder's hands, but he wasn't. The long revenge he waited for was as satisfying as he hoped for.
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