An Unwitting New Beginning
Chapter 1
In a dark alleyway, a boy lay motionless atop a pool of his own blood, his body riddled with a mixture of wounds and scratches of all shapes, sizes, and depths.
A gunshot to his left stomach left him struggling with every breath, unsure if he would ever see the sun rise again. However, his soulful eyes remained open, the faint light of hope still twinkling within them, even in the face of near certain death.
But... What is the cause of all of this?
How did he get all of those wounds?
Jerome's eyes flickered for the barest moments as he fought back against the pain and exhaustion that was slowly overcoming him.
Jerome Collin
(That bastard max!)
Through gritted teeth, he grunted in agony as blood streamed out of his gunshot wound, making him even weaker with every beat of his heart.
With his breath slowing and growing shallow, he knew that his time was running out.
Someone nearby smirked in amusement at his weak and desperate attempt.
This person paid no mind to his pain and suffering, simply watching him with a cruel indifference.
Jerome knew that his time was quickly running out, and he desperately tried to fight back against his impending doom.
The person said in a cold but amused voice. As Jerome lay in a pool of his own blood, unable to escape his fate, the person slowly walked over to him and crouched down, looking at him directly in the eye.
Jerome could feel the cold presence, like a chill down his spine, as the person's shadow fell over him. with each shadow breath that he took, Jerome's hope quickly faded away.
Jerome's eyes narrowed in anger, his voice turning cold as he looked up at the person in front of him.
Jerome Collin
B...bastard! *Cold tone*
Max chuckled, amused at Jerome's desperate state, as he slowly spoke...
Max Smith // Killer
You should save every breath you let out~
he said, his tone cold and without merc.
Max Smith // Killer
You might die early, You know~
Jerome Collin
Max, I trusted you!
*he said weakly*
Jerome Collin
And this is the way you show your gratitude for the kindness I gave you!?
He continued, his voice slowly growing stronger...
Jerome Collin
By BETRAYING ME?!
he yelled, unable to contain the anger he felt.
Jerome Collin
How...how could you do this to me?!
He screams, feeling the pain of Max's betrayal cut deeper than the physical wounds he had suffered.
Max Smith // Killer
You want to know why?
*Max said angrily*
Max Smith // Killer
Your family. Especially your mom.
Jerome's confused turned to anger as he tried to comprehend what Max could have meant by his comment.
Jerome Collin
What does my family have to do with this?!
He yelled, suddenly feeling the adrenaline pumping through his body, giving him a new rush of energy in the face of such injustice.
Max Smith // Killer
Didn't you know we have the same father?
Max laughed, relishing in Jerome's confusion and anger, as he finally spoke those words that Jerome's had been dreading to hear.
Max Smith // Killer
This is revenge for me and my mom...
Max Smith // Killer
If not for your sluty mother...my dad...no that bastard father of mine would still be with us! *He said while being angry*
Max Smith // Killer
Did you know?....No! *He shouted*
Max Smith // Killer
My mom...would beg on her knees for that man to come back to us...
Max laughed as he spoke while starting to tear up...
Max Smith // Killer
She looks pathetic...weak...she cry every day... every night!
Max Smith // Killer
Every.*******.Single.Day!! 💢💢
Max took a deep sigh and began to speak in a softer tone, although there was still a coldness in his eyes.
Max Smith // Killer
Even if she's like that... she works hard day and night.
Max Smith // Killer
making sure she can feed me with food every day...
Max Smith // Killer
and you know what's pain me the most?
Max Smith // Killer
When that ******* ***** mother of yours paid for men's to rape my mother!! *He then shout in a cold angry voice*
There was a moment of silence as Jerome took in Max's words.
He struggled to find the words he needed to say, but he was speechless, the weight of Max's words hitting him like a ton of bricks.
Max continued to look at him with an empty gaze, his tears flowing down his cheeks but without emotion, as Jerome remained speechless, his mind still trying to comprehend what Max had said.
Max Smith // Killer
While you and that ***** living in luxuries...me and mom have to suffer
Max Smith // Killer
hic....ah...*Wipe his tears*
Max then breaks down as he starts sobbing hard...
While Jerome just stared at him... I can't find a word to speak...
Jerome Collin
...(So that's the reason...)
Jerome Collin
(I should've known...why...why didn't I investigate it?!)
Jerome mind was a mess from everything, as well as feeling pain from his injuries.
he leaned his head back to the wall as he started to close his eyes...and think
Jerome Collin
(Even if you kill me now...this will not bring you and justice to what the ***** has done to you and your mother...)
Jerome Collin
(Or to all of us...)
Jerome took a deep breath, his strength fading, but he refused to go down without a fight. He raised his arm and wiped away Max's tears with the palm of his hand. With a weak laugh, he spoke:
Jerome Collin
She's not my birth mother. I have a diary beneath my bed... I'm going to die any minute now, haha.
*He laughs painfully as he speaks*
Jerome Collin
Just... take care of my younger sister, alright?...after you read my diary, I'm sure I will be clear clean.
Jerome Collin
all of the evidence about her bad deeds are also there... just give it to the police they will handle her...
Jerome Collin
You are like a brother to me, max... be happy *Smiled softly*
Just as Jerome's eyes started to fade and close, Max's tears began to stream down his face as he held his lifeless body. He couldn't bear to let Jerome go, not like this. The overwhelming emotions he felt swept over him, leaving him feeling hurt, guilty, and angry. Max couldn't believe that Jerome was gone, and the pain of his absence was like a dagger in his heart. He let out a deep, wrenching sob, unable to hold back the grief that was consuming him.
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