《♡Fixed heart♡》2|heiscara

💜Chapter 40 : Yoo ambulence wee woo 💜

1:35PM, xxxx
Author's POV:
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By the time Den was stuck in the same place. He was already beaten up, bloody and bruised. The two woman stood infant of him, only one dared to come forward.

"Now sweetie, this is your last chance.." She said, pulling his face up to meet eye to eye with the tip of the blade. She continued, "Where is he?" By the tone of the woman's words, it's obvious she's losing patience by now.

Den chuckled, although it came out choked. "Even tho I might be near death's door. I won't tell you pests! about anything, not a single drop of info!.." He said with a smug look on his face, yes he may be on the verge of death, but does it look like the type to rat a friend out?

She furrowed her brows in annoyance, disappointed. She walked away into the dark, whispering something to the other. Den couldn't catch what they converse about.

(Guys I forgot den's pronouns..)
He really thought that this is how it'll all end, How his carefree and happy life will all come down too this very moment. He'll miss the times he had in this life truly.  The girl who was the only one in the room with him, smiled. She pulled his hair up to meet face to face with her "Say your last words while you can, cause y'know.. We both know you're gonna die here anyways like a dirty bitch boy you are!" She said, going behind him. Den let out another choked chuckle, "Oh yeah? Why would I be scared of some clown?" She immediately pointed a gun to the back of his head. "I'm making this quick! Say your worthless last words or whatever and we'll be off!" She said, holding the trigger.

Den dropped his smug attitude. She waited for a response, "Wow.. no last words huh? Oh well~" She said as Den closed his eyes, knowing the end is here for him.

Bang!

The sound of the shell is heard dropped on the ground, only a splat of blood has painted the floor. Someone had entered the room, Rushed footsteps were heard running to the male.

Den thought he was dead really, thought that he knocked on the door to the afterlife.  He felt himself being shaken gently, following by the rope on his body being sliced off. His body was in sore pain and numbness, he didn't even bothered opening his eyes.

The only words he could make out were his name being called, he can't recognized the voice but if he try to listened closely, he could tell its someone he knows.

He felt himself being carried on someone's back, he tried to recognized the frame and voice. The person carrying him exited out of the place, sunlight shone on the both of them. The smell of blood lingers in the air alongside some utters of reassuring words.

Den didn't care who it was, now knowing that he was still alive, Holding onto reality and not wandering in the afterlife. He now falls into deep sleep.

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Y'all did my writing improved.. Cause if it did, im happy yappy. also I just got sick recently and I have a vacay soon enough, I think I made this chapter long im not sure....