Steven looked at me.
"Stephie, do you wish it was me?"
"No."
I shook my head.
Regardless of the final goal, the methods were too extreme.
For somebody to use such methods to hurt others to achieve their goals… I didn't think that person would be somebody "good".
Steven held my hand and brought me to hide behind a truck. We took off the hazmat suits.
"If you don't want it to be me, then it won't be me."
I looked at him in confusion.
"And if I wished it was you?"
"Then I'll find the mastermind and replace him, becoming the person you want me to be," Steven answered seriously.
I smiled. He looked a little silly for how seriously he was taking it.
But he also intelligently answered my question.
Eason said Steven had IQ but no EQ. But in my opinion… Steven had a terrifyingly high IQ and EQ.
He just… used his IQ on others and all his EQ on me.
I sighed and walked up to him, giving him a back hug.
Exhausted, I said, "I'm so tired. Piggyback me."
Steven piggybacked me with a smile and took us out of that place.
"Sir."
I wasn't sure how long it took, but I fell asleep on Steven. When I woke up, Ewan had arrived along with many other people. He must've known that we weren't safe.
Shocked, I asked Steven, "How did Ewan get here so quickly?"
"Since Mr. Lincoln has been missing for days, I came here to look for the both of you because this was where his GPS location last appeared," explained Ewan.
"Are Joel and the rest… okay?"
I felt exhausted.
My adrenaline had kept me going in the killing game inside the ruined building.
I had a hard fall on the staircase too. I was hungry and sleepy. My body felt exceptionally tired.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Revenge After Death (Michael and Stephanie)
A very good thriller in the beginning ruined by unnecessary twist and unrealistic plots. Exaggerating the story just for the sake of it. Totally disappointed...