Note: I noticed that a lot of you are confused about this, so I need to clarify - Part I and Part II of this story occur at the same time.
In other words, while Brendon and The Hounds were doing their thing, (Y/N) was in New Mexico with Thor.
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ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀᴛʜʀᴇᴇ: ᴡᴇʟʟ, ɪᴍᴀʏʜᴀᴠᴇ ғᴀᴋᴇᴅɪᴛ
❝ɪ sᴀᴡ ʜɪᴍ ᴅɪᴇ. ❞
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"WHAT'S THE MATTER, SWEETHEART? YOU LOOK LIKE YOU'VE SEEN A GHOST."
Frozen in shock, it was all you could do to stare ahead in sheer disbelief, lips trembling as they tried to form words that just got stuck in your throat. Your thoughts were running rampant, mind racing at one thousand miles per hour as you tried desperately to make sense of what you were seeing.
There was a man in front of you. A man that looked like your bodyguard, sounded like your bodyguard, and even radiated the same irrefutable, icy confidence as your bodyguard. But he couldn't be your bodyguard. It was impossible, because that man was dead.
Brendon was dead.
Instinctively, you took one slow step backwards, holding one hand out in front of you defensively as you turned to look at your godfather with a face full of mixed emotions.
"Who the hell is that?" you demanded, trying to mask the tremor in your voice.
Fury was as calm as ever, and blinked once before responding to your question. "It's Brendon."
"No," the word spilled from your lips immediately and you shook your head to further clarify that you weren't satisfied with the answer, "No, it's not. It can't be. Brendon's dead. I saw him die."
