Tears are streaming down my cheeks to Marco's shirt, as everything plays in my mind and I am trying to convince myself that Malcolm is not dead.
I don't want to believe that Aycn killed him, I don't want to believe that he beat him to death, I don't want to believe that Aycn is capable of murder.
I shake my head vigorously, clinging to Marco.
No way, Aycn can't be a murderer.
He is my savior and there is no way he killed Malcolm.
I desperately want to hold onto the illusion, but I was there and I saw everything.
I saw how furious he was as he mercilessly rained blows upon blows on him.
I saw Malcolm, or whatever his name is, lying still on the ground, and I heard not one but two people announcing that he was dead.
"What's gonna happen to Aycn now?" I ask Marco when he puts me on th
