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Scar moved with predatory ease, circling me, each step calculated and controlled.
I threw a punch, but he sidestepped, grabbing my arm and twisting it painfully behind my back.
A hiss of pain slipped through my teeth, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of hearing me scream.
He forced me to my knees, his grip ironclad as he leaned close, his breath hot on my ear.
“This could’ve been so much easier for you,” he whispered. “You should’ve known better than to trust anyone in this game. Especially not a monster.”
Rage flared in me, hot and desperate, and I slammed my head back, catching him in the jaw.
He snarled, momentarily stunned, and I used the opening to break free, scrambling to my feet.
Blood dripped down my arm, my chest, each cut and bruise screaming with pain.
I couldn’t keep this up. I was barely standing as it was.
But I refused to die here. Not like this.
I took a steadying breath, meeting his gaze. My hand tightened around the knife, every nerve in my body on high alert.
Scar smirked, as if amused that I still thought I could win.
I lunged, feinting left before striking right. He blocked, but I managed to twist out of his grip, slashing at his side.
He hissed as the blade bit into his skin, but the satisfaction was short-lived.
He countered, claws flashing, and I stumbled as his fist connected with my ribs, pain radiating through me like wildfire.
“You’re pathetic, you know that?” Scar growled, his voice filled with contempt. “Just another weak little human.”
I staggered, struggling to catch my breath, but I refused to back down. I tightened my grip on the knife, forcing myself to stand tall.
“Better than a coward, who has trouble finishing off one weak little human,” I shot back, voice laced with defiance.
His eyes narrowed, his face twisting with anger.
In a blur of movement, he was on me, his claws sinking into my shoulder, forcing me against the alley wall.
I gasped, pain exploding in every nerve, but I met his gaze, refusing to look away.
“Bye, Finn,” Scar snarled, his claws sinking deeper into my shoulder. The pressure was unrelenting, each second bringing fresh waves of pain. “It was nice knowing you.”
My strength was fading fast, my vision tunneling until everything but Scar’s sneering face was just a blur.
This was really it, wasn’t it? My end. Part of me resisted the thought, defied it, but the reality was clawing me down.
Despair bubbled up, bitter and sharp, filling every corner of my chest.
Images of my brothers flashed through my mind. I hadn’t said goodbye. They’d never know what really happened to me.
Gabriel’s face drifted into my thoughts, too, dredging up a fresh wave of grief. He hadn’t deserved to die the way he did.
Maybe, if I’d had more courage… maybe if I’d tried to talk to him, tried to find some other way. No. It was too late for regrets now.
Scar’s grip tightened, and I steeled myself, bracing for the inevitable.
Then, out of nowhere, a dark blur struck him, tearing him away from me with a savage snarl.
