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.

Zion inquired. His brow was furrowed as

from Zion. He stumbled to

bore horrific scars reminiscent of severe burns. I -watched in shock as Steve stumbled

feet?” Rachel gasped in

efforts to rise after each fall. His feet were severely burned.

to endure such

burn injuries,” Zion concluded. He approached Steve after another fall. He offered

he was already accustomed to

his feet, Steve resumed his painful journey. Bloody footprints

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“How did he burn his feet?” she wondered aloud.

a heavy heart. “I believed he might be the

took me aback. To think he had suspected

is the murderer,” I insisted. “You must

life has been filled with hardship,” Zion reflected. “Raised in an orphanage, he was never acknowledged by Mr. Lincoln Senior The

Lincoln Senior’s lineage has ended with him.

followed behind Steve. He lit the cigarette and pondered

life with the Lincoln family.

Steve, confined him, and treated him like an animal. All this to ensure the continuation of

“Were

was a silent,

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