NADINE’S POV
"Run, Nadine. Now. Get as far away from here as you can," he snapped, and there was a strain to his voice.
Trent laughed, and the sound of the slimy sound slid accross my skin.
"What did you do?" I asked, my voice coming out in a whisper.
Trent cocked his head to the side as he stared at , his eyes raking across my body in a way that made want to puke.
"I knew he would co for . Predictable enough as he was, I suspected that he would try to look for , like you guys did at the bunker. So I placed bombs all around. And he just happened to step on one."
Horror filled , seeping into my blood, my bones. Seeping into the very core of my body.
"You bastard. He is your son!" I snapped, and the amusent rolled off Trent’s face.
"I didn’t ask to be his father," was all he said, and sohow, that one statent made it all worse.
Trent was more than an evil man. He was destruction himself. He was the thing in the dark, the monster that preyed on children and sucked their bones clean.
But this ti, we were not children. We were an entire fucking universe, and he was preying on us anyway.
"I am better than all of you, than all of fucking humanity. I don’t need to save anyone again. I will live as the sole master of this world, and rid every bunker of every single weakness. But I’ll keep a woman at my side. Together, we would birth a new generation. And every single one of them will be phenonal."
That was gross and disturbing, but he didn’t give a chance to say anything before he continued.
"Knowing Caine, I believe the mont I turn my back on him, he might very well step off the bomb in an attempt to kill with him. But because you’re here, Nadine, he will hesitate. And that will give ti to get away from the force of the blast."
There was a huge, non inflatable balloon sitting on my lungs, and I could not breathe. I must have grabbed Rowan’s hand at one point, because he squeezed it, trying to comfort ?
And then as if he hadn’t said enough, the general fucking went on.
"We could have ruled the world together, Nadine. You and I. I wanted you. I dread of fucking you night after night, of putting my babies in you and watch you wade around with a swollen belly. But you decided to go with him instead, and now...now he would be the cause of your death."
Tears were rolling down my eyes now. Rowan was going to die. He could not remain standing forever, and the mont his leg shifted from the bomb...
I shook my head, trying to dispel the thought.
"Goodbye, Nadine Tyler. Goodbye, bastard son of mine. It hope it was worth it."
And with that, the general, the man who was responsible for the deaths of thousands of people, turned around and started to walk away.
"Nadine. Nadine, baby. I need you to run. That remote that’s with him, I think he can use it for control the bomb. And knowing him, he would probably blow it up the mont he is well away from the impact. I need you to go back to the community and protect yourself."
His voice was sure and steady, and there was no trace of fear in his words. Or his expression. He looked calm. Too calm, even.
But I...I was a wreck.
My chest was threatening to cave in, and tears stread down my face in torrents as I tried so hard not to break down.
Death.
Death was hanging above us both. Everything that we did, all of the things that we went through, this was it.
The end.
"Princess please. Do not let Trent win. If you stay alive, for , then..."
I held out a hand to stop him.
"Stop. Trent will not win. I am going to kill him."
I didn’t know where the words ca from, and I didn’t care. All I knew was that there was a strong urge ravaging my body now, and I knew what I needed to do.
Rowan stroked my cheek. "What are you talking about, love?"
I fished out the knife strapped to my thigh, and showed it to him.
"I have perfect aim. And I never miss. I will not let him get away with this."
I waited for his approval, for him to tell that it was okay for to kill his father. And after several monts, he eventually nodded.
I sniffed, wiping the tears off my face. Then I leaned forward to kiss him.
"Wait , Rowan Caine. Do not move a step away from where you are. Wait for ."
My whisper was sharp and fierce, and he knew what I intended.
Death. Together. I would die for him, as he would for .
And for the first ti since I t Rowan, tears sprang into his eyes.
"I’ll wait for you," he whispered. I kissed him one last ti before bolting through the trees.
I would kill Trent, and then Rowan and I would die together. There was a slight stitch in my chest that I ignored as I ran.
It didn’t take long to catch up to Trent. He had just cleared the woods and was about to get into a car when I caught up to him.
"Trent!" I yelled. He looked back at the sound of my voice, and I let my knife fly.
The general didn’t have ti to blink before the knife hit him in the chest.
He looked at his chest, at the rapidly spreading blood, then back at .
And very unremarkably, Trent fell in a backwards manner.
He was dead before his body hit the ground.
As if on cue, a loud explosion bood behind , the sound loud enough to make throw my hands over my ears.
I turned towards the direction of the blast, but it wasn’t from the community.
It was from the woods, from the place I left Rowan at.
No.
No no no no no.
My heart slamd repeatedly over my chest as I sprinted back into the woods.
Rowan.
Rowan.
He promised to wait for . We were supposed to go together!
But I should have known. The mont I left his side, I should have known that he would try to save .
Still I ran, tree branches whipping into my face without stopping.
Maybe I could save him.
Maybe he found a way to stop the bomb.
Maybe he got away.
But I was too late.
All that was left at the site of explosion was a huge load of rubble.
And no Rowan.
There was no Rowan.
The love of my life was gone.
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