The Love From Vengeance

278: IN THE STARK STREET

LUKE’S POV

Catherine turned around, and I also looked in the direction she had eyes on. The footsteps got close, and it was terrifying, like a horror movie or something.

A man treaded closer, doing that in a slow manner. He wore a black garment–a hooded one. And I couldn’t see his face very well, but the way he walked was sort of terrifying–for different people, not me.

My eyes narrowed down to his hand and the item he was holding. He had an axe, with blood dripping down his fingers right on that weapon. Like, seriously, what the hell was this? Who was this man, and why was he after this little girl?

I looked at Catherine and whispered, “It’s okay; there’s no need to be afraid.”

My words didn’t seem to assure her at all; she still had her gaze fixed on the man in the hooded garment, and I could see the fear in her eyes. She was trembling; I could tell her heart was beating rapidly, and her mind could be racing as hell. This was no ordinary sh*t. You could call this a horror movie, and trust me, I wouldn’t want to be a character in it.

“This is so not great,” I whispered to myself, looking at the man as he got closer, his footsteps echoing in the blank street.

I stood up, holding Catherine, not wanting her to be terrified. I totally understood. If I were

in her shoes, I would actually. She was just a little kid, after all, and I think I was worse back

then. Yeah, I clearly remembered the times I was totally afraid. It was worse than this, and

the situation wasn’t even as terrifying as this.

“Who are you?” I asked the man, but he didn’t reply. “Who are you?” I repeated my question. He seemed to hear me, but he acted like he didn’t.

He treaded closer, but I could only see his eyes. He wore this nose mask, the same color as his garment. I could see the glare right there and the intense darkness in his expression. It wasn’t a nice one, and it almost had me terrified to the fullest. But goddamn, I wasn’t

in such a state!

glanced back at me, and I did the same, gazing

he didn’t move, and he didn’t take his

THE

going on in his mind. What the hell was I thinking? I hope he wasn’t planning to go into Thor mode

would be.

I queried. He still didn’t utter a word, and this was quite strange. Was he a ghost? Nope, he couldn’t be a ghost. Or

down at Catherine.

either; she was too scared to say a word at the

my car and opened it for her. She got in, and

car, put on my seatbelt, and drove off. I was still surprised that the

crying. I didn’t know if she was in the mood to say anything. But I really needed to know who that man was and why he was after her. She could have

to explain what happened back there?” I asked

and I let out a deep sigh. “Your mother thought you

not have a mother,” she said coldly.

her. What do you mean by that?

had an argument.”

her a quick look before setting my eyes back on

for me to say.”

you going to tell me what happened between you

I do not have a

you

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She might be yours, not mine,” Catherine told me, and I turned my face away, looking through