"Alright." Mark clapped his hands, making Nora startled "I have got all the answers I wanted, so it's time to go and meet Momma Nora and Papa Nora, and ask them how much money it took them to sell themselves and their entire family to turn me into a killer, pervert, and a demon. Let's go."
With that, without waiting, he grabbed Nora by her hair and picked her up in his arms.
"No no no no no no Mark, you promised me.... YOU PROMISED ME, MARK! YOU PROMISED ME YOU WOULDN'T DO ANYTHING TO THEM.... YOU PROMISED ME THAT MARK.... MARKKKKKKKKK...…" Nora cried as she shook Mark's body harshly with all her power, but all she got in reply was a whisper in her ear, "I lied." In a playful tone.
As all next she saw was the blur, Mark was running so fast that she couldn't even breathe, much less say anything, even her tears were getting removed automatically by the air that was harshly hitting her, as she, for the first time in her life, felt completely helpless.
While Mark was howling in anger inside, even hearing all the answers, his anger wasn't gone. It had only intensified.
Like hell he was believing this two-faced bitch, like hell he was leaving her alone after giving Ella and Zoey such a horrible death.
Those two died because of her and Brock. Yes, maybe he filled Carl's ears. Yes, maybe he made all this happen.
But there was no way in hell that Nora had no part in this. Carl wasn't some moron who was born with two brain cells; he was intelligent enough to be the leader and the monitor of Automobile Stream.
It wasn't all because of his father's money, but also because of his capabilities, yet such a person fell for a trick that a moron like Brock pulled.
Yeah, right, if that was true, then Carl deserved to be bedridden and stay in his wheelchair for eternity.
But he knew that this bitch was lying. His sixth sense was telling him that she was hiding everything regarding the things she did to make everything happen. This two-faced bitch.
So slowly, he needed to pull everything out of her, make her show her true face to her parents, or simply to him in the end, maybe.
Or maybe die the most horrible death she could die, and die without showing her true colors till the end.
In the end, everyone had to die here, no, so now or a few hours later, it was all the same to him.
As long as she could calm the anger and hatred in his heart a little bit, so what if she died a horrible death?
Wasn't his life got ruined because of all these people?
So they deserved what was coming for them, all of them.
He was just starting with Nora and her family, and he would make sure that others would be next in the line to follow them.
Soon he reached the end of the land, as he saw the lake and the fishes swimming everywhere.
Without caring, Mark jumped hard with all his power as he climbed onto the tree which was nearest to the lake, pressing his legs on one branch to another, he reached the top and then jumped with all his might again.
From the bottom, the fishes saw a shadow pass as they saw a person flying in the sky carrying a helpless woman who looked scared to death, as they saw the person land on the other side and run with a woosh, leaving a furious afterimage.
Ignoring the fishes, ignoring the beasts that came in his way, Mark made his way towards the left corner side of the land as soon he reached his destination and saw three people, bloodied from top to bottom, combating a pack of wolves.
There were close to twenty wolves, and they were all bloody red in color, just like the bloody mice, and they were fast and ruthless.
Attacking their legs and ligaments, biting whatever that would come into their mouths, as throwing Nora, who was staring at the scene in horror, Mark ran towards the wolves, pulled his knives out, and, like a storm, he hit them.
Shing, his knife made sound, as a head of one of the wolves flew into the sky, but before the head could even fall, another four heads flew, as like a gale, Mark slashed the wolves necks one after another, slicing them cleanly, not letting even the blood fell to the ground, before attacking another wolf.
"DONTTTTTTTTT...…" Noah cried in terror as he saw a person appearing and slaughtering five wolves, slicing their heads off in heroic manner, nearly making him faint in anger and horror.
As confused Mark wanted to ask what was the matter with this moronic kid, when suddenly he saw numbers of small wolves rising from the ground where the blood had now fallen.
The wolves were small, as small as his fists, but with the speed of the naked eye, their growth increased, and within a second, they were as big as the other twenty wolves, and now, instead of fifteen, as Mark had killed the five wolves, there existed close to fifty wolves.
"ATTACK THEIR HEADS OR CHEST! PIERCE THEIR BRAIN OR HEART!! THAT IS THE ONLY WAY TO KILL THEM!!! OTHERWISE THEY WILL KEEP INCREASING IN NUMBERS AS THE MORE BLOOD WILL SPILL!!!!" Screamed Michael the moment he got the chance.
While shocked, Mark looked at this crazy scene, not believing the sight in front of him.
He had no idea there existed a race that could give birth from a drop of blood and make more of its kind.
Cuz the five wolves he killed rang notifications in his mind, telling him that he killed five living breathing beings, which were different entities, not the same.
Yet looked like they were all born from the drops of blood that Nora's parents had spilled.