A young 14-year-old boy is accused of a murder that took place one night. He has no clue of his name. More trouble will arise as he knows exactly what happened that horrifying night. Strange figures are after him. Why are they after him? And what ki...
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Could it have been way too easy to kill Grieve? Has his reign of evil come to an end? Was Constantine drowning in peril, or did the fall kill him? The question still stands: Who was Constantine? And what was his purpose? Why was he as strong as Angel? And why did he have so much hatred against everyone who stood in his way? Was Lexie dead in the rubble of concrete?
Was Lorain dead in the depths of the ocean? More questions will come, but will there be answers? Will Angel finally have peace, or will there be war again?
How could there be a war if the majority of the shadows are dead?
Will Sherrie help reunite Delilah with her mother? Where is Delilah's mother? Where is her father? Where did Hayden come from? Who would've left him abandoned in a sewer? Be patient, for only some of these answers will soon be unveiled...
At the surface of Grieve's tomb, the dirt looked to be breathing. A hand came out from the dirt. After the hand, came two hands. After the two hands came Grieve's head. As Grieve is getting out, he starts coughing up the dirt that he was buried with. He coughs for a few more seconds before finally speaking. He says with a scratched, yet angry voice, "This is not how this story ends!"
Grieve called upon the Main with his transceiver. "Yes, Grieve?" The voice was a bit faint and distorted. Grieve responded, "I've had it with him! We're moving on to our final plan. Plan Defenestration!"
"Are you sure you want to continue with that plan? That plan is the most maniacal and disturbing plan you have ever said to me! It's more than just dangerous. We won't be able to control it!"
"We won't, but Angel and his friends will try and find a way to stabilize it!" "Again, are you sure, Grieve?" "Do it or you'll be out of this damn plan!" "Well, it's always been your call, and we have made progress. I'll begin the process right now." "Good," said Grieve as he tuned out.
He then said to himself, "This boy will have a hard time choosing between his options. He's down to his last four chances! I will force him to get to one! There's only one way to kill him! I know exactly where to strike and when. He doesn't know it yet, but he will turn into the fear I want him to become. I will force his consumption of fear to drown him at the wrong time and place! Now that most of his friends are out of the way, it'll be too easy!" Grieve is now approaching the abandoned study hall once again. This time he will do the job himself.
Meanwhile, i the middle of the study place... Angel is sitting on the benches of the school gym. He watches everyone dance. Sherrie comes up to him and says, "What's wrong? I thought you wanted to enjoy yourself?"
To which Angel replied, "Yes, I did. It's just, how can I? My other friends are dead. What am I supposed to be celebrating?"
"Well, you still have Joyce," said Sherrie. Angel put his hand under his chin and said, "Not anymore." Sherrie turns around to look at Joyce dancing with a young boy. "She's trying to have fun. Remember, she's been through a lot."
