When Miguel woke up, he found himself kneeling before the man who shot him and the group from upstairs. Though he was seeing reds in his left eye already, he could see that Helen was already crying helplessly as Jess held him tightly on her arms. He coughed as his own blood was choking him already and he saw the look of disgust from the senator’s face. But the man who took his wife’s life looked down on him with such arrogance as he felt his body spilling the rest of his blood on the floor.
“I’ll kill you, you son of a – “, Miguel was hit with the butt of the rifle before he could finish his sentence.
“Stop, please!”, he heard Helen begged them.
“I’ll kill you, I promise you that.”
“I don’t think so. Not if you’re dead already.”, Jess replied as he qu
