My Dangerous Boy's

Part 113 - It Is Dark

Shella took a breath, then exhaled slowly. His heart was pounding incoherently, while on the other hand, cold sweat started pouring out violently as the little blade danced around his neck.

His lower lip was bitten hard, trying to channel all the fear that was eating away at him.

His blue eyes were then closed for a moment when he felt the man forcefully pull his body to the point of separating out some inert and small injuries around his body.

The girl grimaced in pain, especially after a moment she could feel her innocent body slamming into the tree trunk that was nearby. Pain in his legs was felt more when he accidentally slipped due to a twig that appeared on the ground earlier.

Shella's eye pellets start to feel hot and if she blinked just once, a drop of tears would surely flow down her smooth cheeks. Those blue eyes stared fearfully at Franklin.

Shella screamed for help, but her tongue was too stiff to make a sound.

"Screaming, then you mean playing with my knife" Franklin said coldly, before turning the sharp object in front of Shella. He smiled scornfully.

Dilanda with a deep fear, Shella just fell silent while moving her hands tied back. His back was leaned against the tree trunk, hoping that Zavier or whoever it was came to his aid right now.

Some time ago, after he managed to make the guards confused looking for his footprints, Shella decided to stop for a while at one of the trees nearby. The horde of bad people had been successfully solved to everywhere.

However, unfortunately, it was only about a few seconds that Shella rested with her eyes closed, a brash human suddenly hit her body until she fell to the floor. Shella of course grimaced, especially the two blue eyes immediately fumbled as soon as she saw who the perpetrator was.

Franklin.

At that time, Shella was scared not to play. Both of his legs were painful as a result of running a few kilometers again forced to paddle.

But, the man quickly realized what he was going to do, because Franklin who was without the slightest mercy immediately took out a small knife from his pants pocket and thrust it into Shella's calf quickly.

The girl spontaneously fell to the ground with her head pressed to the ground. He groaned, trying not to care too much about the pain and dizziness that suddenly plagued him.

Shella tried to get up, but Franklin pulled her hair back and thrust the sharp object back into her thigh again.

Be ill. That horrible feeling was felt in his lower body. Huge wounds were clearly plastered on both of his legs, while fresh blood continued to flow nonstop, as if he was mocking his frail self.

However, not a single drop of tears managed to flow from both of his eyes. Shella was just grimacing, let alone Franklin violently pulling both her hands behind her back to be tied with a rope. The ruffled knot that Shella had no idea how the man tied her up.

"I hate to say this, but I really salute a little with Zavier's clever thinking. Heh, she's your boyfriend, isn't she?" franklin asked, before he slightly brought his face closer to Shella who seemed to be panting violently.

Then, the girl's hair was goosebumps when Franklin picked up a few strands of her hair and slipped them back, before thrusting the sharp object again into a different place, which was towards her arm.

Shella spontaneously groaned. Her tears that she had been enduring had finally spilled, along with the fresh blood that flowed her arms. Franklin only grinned, then pulled out the knife forcefully.

Shella. He blinked his eyes as he felt the faintness again, before the girl fell on the ground just like that. The pain that overcame everything made Shella even more weak and helpless.

"Hen-stop," Shella said and groaned painfully. The cold air passing by made the wounds on his skin even more painful.

The one who was asked was just smiling disdainfully. "Who do you think you are? How dare you rule me like that?"

With her energy running out, Shella cried loudly. His breathing faltered with tears that would not stop flowing. Why is there no one to help him?

Shella lowered her head, lamenting the ground beneath her. Then, suddenly the knot of rope tied in both hands was successfully removed. The girl was a little overwhelmed, realizing that Franklin was reckless enough to tie her up.

Shella could then feel her head being lifted by Franklin by force, followed by a very loud slap landing on her face that made her have to be turned to the left. He was back in pain.

"I know all my plans have failed. But I'm not just gonna give up. I'm going to make Zavier fall into a very deep hole, that is, by drawing out your heart using my favorite sharp object" Franklin said.

The mad man then raised the small knife in his grasp while grinning viciously over Shella, before then pointing it right beside Shella's neck quickly. If Franklin had moved to the side a little, it was certain that the girl's neck was cut off and died on the spot.

"Any last word?" franklin whispered in a shrinking voice. He looked straight at Shella's eyes, looking only at her hatefully.

**** off...

Long wait, Franklin finally melengos. "none? Then, all right."

The sharp knife moved closer to Shella's smooth skin, but strangely, the girl was silent and silent, as if she did not care at all about what the man was doing.

One of Franklin's eyebrows was raised in astonishment. And without wasting any more time, he immediately carried out the action. The man had thought that Shella might have resigned until he had no intention of saying anything more.

"Stop. There's something I want to say, "Shella said suddenly, making Franklin automatically cancel her intention temporarily. His eyes stared mockingly at Shella.

"Say," cried Franklin and grinned.

The girl's face seemed to turn rigidly towards Franklin, while her blue eyes gleamed with hatred. "I'm gonna kill you!" Shella's voice could barely be heard by the man and before Franklin realized what he meant, the girl directly pointed at him with a gun that she had been hiding since.

Without wasting any more time, for the second time, Shella pressed the trigger and almost penetrated right into Franklin's heart, but slipped a few inches from the target.

Afterwards, Shella immediately dropped the gun she was holding onto the ground, stuttering with what she was doing herself. The girl turned her back, trying to get away from Franklin.

Really, he's very scared now.

Fresh blood from both feet fell on the ground as Shella tried to stand firm, intending to escape if Franklin did not open her voice.

"You know-" Franklin stopped her speech as the tightness in her chest grew. He used one of his hands to cover the part of his chest that began to bleed freshly, then looked towards Shella with a pushy look.

Even in this kind of agonizing state, the man still had time to cackle madly in front of Shella. His hand that had been covered with his own blood moved and tried to hold the girl, but was repelled by Shella with fear.

"I hate all of you. I'd love to kill you" Franklin screamed at the last remnant of his power. It slumped to the ground with both shoulders shaking violently withstanding the pain.

Uhukk...

Franklin suddenly coughed violently with one hand squeezing his own clothes, drawing a lot of blood from his mouth. The man then looked hatefully at Shella, then with trembling hands, he grabbed the gun thrown by the girl, then pointed it towards Shella.

Dor...

A split second later, the sound of bullets being fired towards Shella was heard. The girl spontaneously staggered back because of the pain that began to whack in her head, then moaned in pain because her body stumbled on a tree trunk.

With her eyes twitching and faint, Shella could see Franklin himself falling on the ground and releasing the gun.

Then, not for a second, the heat spread rapidly throughout Shella's body, as if it had managed to turn off all her nerves. His breathing weakened, his heart pounding incoherently, his fresh blood flowing into his own place.

His mouth raised a slick smile, while his gaze began to darken. His hand that had been holding his own wound finally fell and drooped weakly on the ground, before the familiar voice entered his sense of hearing.

"Shella!" The voice rattled and panicked, until at last, the darkness blocked his entire vision. His blue eyes finally closed perfectly, no longer realizing the sound of footsteps belonging to some people. All he saw was black.

The darkness that he did not know until when this would end perfectly. Is it forever, or just a few moments?