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

be in

went straight to Catherine; she held me tightly. He glanced back at me, and I did the same, gazing

man said nothing; he didn’t shake, he didn’t move, and he didn’t take

THE STAN

his mind. What the hell was I thinking? I hope he wasn’t planning to go into Thor mode and throw that axe at me. Just picture how

would be.

quite strange. Was he

looked down at Catherine. “Is this a dream?”

scared to say a word at the time. Or

conversation or anything, I took. Catherine closer to my car and opened it for her. She got in,

he didn’t. So I couldn’t waste any more time. I entered my car, put on my seatbelt, and drove off. I was still surprised that the terrifying figure decided not to

had gotten far from that location. I stole glances at Catherine; she was still in shock and terrified but stopped crying. I didn’t know if she was in the mood to say

there?” I asked

let out a deep sigh.

said coldly. It was very

don’t have a mother?” I glanced at her. What do you mean by

had an argument.”

her a quick look before setting my eyes back on the road.” Are you going to be silent all day? Won’t you say anything?”

is nothing left for me to say.”

are you going to tell me what happened between you and your mother?”

you, I do not have

yeah, you do.”

TEIN THESTAUR TALL

told me, and I