SCAR'S POV. "No. Austen don't. Please don't." I try to lash at him but I can't move. My legs are rooted to the ground, riding me on my ability to move. Not again. Not again please God. Moongoddess. Please. Someone please help. Help him. Please. Stop him His eyes shoots lazer into me, his unfazed expression breaking my heart into two. With the distant look on his face I doubt he can really see me, hear my cries. My fear. All my messed up emotions. Please God. I beg of you. Please don't let him do it. Please..... His eyes shifts to the nothingness behind me, and I know what's going to happen next. A red light flashes in his grey ones, lifting the dagger up and into the air. A spark running up the dagger as it glows red. Bloody red. I feel the blood rush up to my head, my heart beat slowing down as it pushes agains
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