They look. They have been for hours. Where is he?
He murdered their people. Looked at them like flies and decided they were only good to be swatted. "This is a mistake. He wants us to be here." Johan grumbled. He didn't want to do this. He wanted to move on. But Leoy couldn't. He couldn't forget the feeling he felt when that bastard had been turned away, or the feeling he felt when he knew that he was one of the last of his people. Then, he saw something in the distance. His heart raced.
"This is it." Leoy trekked across the vast desert. By this point, they were far from any form of civilization. It would be the perfect place for the bastard to hide. Johan followed him. It was metal vault in the distance. A sign of life. The bastard. Leoy kicked the awful sand from his face and ventured onward.
When they arrived, they saw how small the vault was. Johan drank the last bit of water. "This is it, Leoy. If we find nothing, then we're stranded." Leoy nodded. The heat had made him exhausted. But his thirst for revenge had yet to be quenched. Leoy, using the last of his strength that he had, opened the vault. Inside, he found a body. It was the bastard's.
The body was a dead one, a bullet hole right at it's forehead. It had an eerie smile on it. The bastard had smiled as he died. Leoy shivered. Was this reparations? The bastard couldn't even be killed or humiliated anymore. He had done that himself. But on the bastard's hand, Leoy had found a note. "Read it." Johan croaked. He coughed out blood. They had been out for far too long.
"For those who may have found me, let me hope you came with the thirst of revenge. Let it be known that your people will be erased off the history books, becoming so far from the past that their struggles and existences are forgotten. All good that they did is credited to others. Let it be known that you are the last, and will live and die as the last of your kind. May your last days be filled with the horrors of your actions and those of your pitiful kind. May you regret ever existing in this vast terrain.125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ19Z9RTohib
Sincerely,125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcJi68YMue0
A. Apolon"
Leoy sucked his breath. "What does that mean?" Johan didn't seem to understand it. A tear, the little water he had in his body, was flowing down his face. "What did he do? Why is he dead?"
Leoy bit his lip. He didn't know what to think. It was all a mistake from the beginning. "The bastard did what he wanted: to take us down with him."
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