Revenge After Death

Chapter 25

Zion furrowed his brow and released Steve.

Steve turned and immediately started running. He signaled for Rachel and Zion to follow him.

In a panic, I wanted to stop Rachel.

“Rach, don’t trust him,” I pleaded. “He’s a murderer. Don’t go with him!”

But Rachel saw this as a good opportunity. She was desperate to find me.

“Stop right there,” Rachel demanded. She chased after Steve and urged him to stop.

I was in a state of panic and started to follow them. I shouted at Zion, “Please, follow them. Ensure

her safety.”

Zion snapped to his senses and joined the chase. He and Rachel followed closely behind Steve.

Steve seemed to struggle with his movements. It was evident he was running with all his might. Blood streamed down his slender calves. It was a harrowing sight.

His pants were both short and tattered. It seemed they were scavenged from somewhere.

I couldn’t help but wonder about Steve’s background. If he was indeed from the Lincoln family and they treated him well, I wonder why he would be left to wander without directions.

I knew nothing of Steve’s upbringing. Nor did I wish to empathize with a serial killer. Regardless of his past, murder is indefensible.

furrowed as he grasped

from Zion. He stumbled to the ground, then rose and continued

of severe burns. I -watched in shock as Steve stumbled every

his feet?” Rachel gasped in horror.

to rise after each fall. His feet

was driving him to endure such pain?

concluded. He approached Steve after another fall. He offered a hand and waited for

hesitated. It seemed he

Steve resumed his

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puzzled. “How did he burn his feet?” she

Zion confessed. He spoke with a heavy heart. “I

To think he had suspected Steve all

murderer,” I insisted. “You must investigate

Zion reflected. “Raised in an orphanage, he was never acknowledged by Mr. Lincoln Senior The

with him. Now,

lit the cigarette and

Lincoln household confided in me,” Zion continued, “Steve resisted his new life with the Lincoln family. He frequently attempted

confined him, and treated him like an

mouth in shock. “So, his injuries…” she began. “Were they

a silent, pained

Steve was not a person but a tool for reproduction. Once he fulfilled his purpose, he