Blood Domination System

62. Bad Blood

His eyes were open but lifeless.

His mouth streamed lines of blood that had begun to dry up now. Lekan exhaled as he watched the sight of this. His knees kissed the ground while his hands grabbed a bit of the soil about him. His heart was heavy, the tears no more agreeing to pour out of his eyes.

He could only stare at this.

The second death in so short a while, the agony of it tearing his hat apart.

The scene blitzed out of existence for a brief moment. He squinted at this noting how everything had changed. He could see the whole street. Destroyed but it was not the one in which he was in.

And in this version Uncle Desmond was kneeling. But dead. Not the one in which he lay on the ground, and died. Not this one. But rather, he was kneeling, his lips parted like he'd been saying something but he was dead. He died on the spot.

There was Leslie. But that Leslie did not wear a lack jumpsuit. She had a white skirt on, a tennis skirt just the way she had dressed early in the day