Chapter 25 - Dad's Ending

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The hatchet blade pressed into Jamie's throat. A bead of ruby ran down it, carving a line in the gore already encrusted on the blade. He started to drag it across, but the throat constricted as he swallowed, and it reminded him that this was a human. Bell gritted his teeth. Growled. No good would come of it, he couldn't do it. The blade dropped. He turned, and began walking away.

"W-what?" Jamie sobbed

"Leave. Don't ever let me see you again" Bell called over his shoulder, his feet sinking blissfully low into the sand. He tossed the hatchet from his hand, letting the sand cover it and all it had done.

Jamie got to his feet. Ant thwacked the baton into his arm. He grunted and clutched his arm, Ant turning so they were back to back, simultaneously hooking the baton around Jamie's neck and grabbing both sides, using his massive strength to flip Jamie over his shoulder by his neck. Jamie crashed down onto the road, and Ant lifted the baton and smashed it down once, and then twice in quick succession. Jamie let out a single, strangled "gah" as he died.

He straightened up, wiping the blood off of the baton with his left hand, flicking it away, the noise of blood droplets falling sounding like rain. He pushed on the end, the metal sliding back into the handle. He spat on the body.

"That's for my mates back home" He said, nudging the ruined skull with his boot toe.

Then he turned and joined Bell on the sands.

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