It would take search and rescue months to discover his body and even then, I doubted they would be able to identify who it was. Smoke began to fill my lungs, my hands flew up and covered my mouth, masking out the fumes as I slowly pulled myself up from my spot. Happiness and hope began to fill me as I thought of how I could now make up for old time with Beast, maybe get to know him. What he liked, what he doesn’t like. Whether he slept on his side like his father did all night without even flinching, or whether he hated it when people ate loudly like I do. Little things that I wanted to know about him, try to find similarities between us. With a smile stretched on my face, I pushed myself off the wall as images of him flashed before my eyes. Only for it to all come crashing down when Kurr pushed me back down onto the floor. With blood dripping all over his hands and his shirt, I looked up to his face to find half of it burnt to a crisp, covered in black, showing edges of red with how deep the burns went.
My eyebrows drew together as all the hopes I wished for came crashing to a halt.
“Thought you were going to get out alive didn’t you? Don’t worry,” he said, kneeling down to my face. “I plan to build exactly where I ended, and do you know who the first person will be on my list?” he asked, his lips barely moving and his eyes dark with evil. “Your son. And by all means, I will raise so much hell in his life and his club’s life, that you will be able to feel my wrath from hell!” He brought his fist up that held a machete and brought it straight down to my neck—my world and hopes going black for the final time of my existence.