The pain was getting deeper and stifling, I could not stand anymore. then I fell onto the cold ground, the flowing blood had merged with my red shirt.
I looked at Marvel, he already lifted his face. There was only a flat stare as he looked at me, who was in pain and covered in blood. I held the dagger that was in my chest with trembling hands.
"Why? .." I asked softly, I saw his eyes, looking disappointed. "Why?." I asked once again, but I can't speak anymore. I coughed and my eyes blurred a little ..
I'm still staring at Marvel's face, Seeing his lips speaking a word. 'Sorry'.
I can clearly see the movement of his lips moving apologetically, Before long I looked away. Several people took me and placed me on the Big Rock. Then they just put me just like that, still in pain that made my breathing irregular.
