( CHAPTER 49 ) - { PT. 11 } - Christiano maintained his hold, with Kristoff's hands clamped firmly around his trainer, like a lost soul trying to prevent his plummet to hell. The assassin looked up at him in venomous desperation as the trainer, unable to hold his weight, began to slip off Christiano's foot. His face flashed with panic. He made a swift grab at Christinao's calf and clung on with taut, desperate hands as the trainer came off and made its final run down the deck. With Kristoff's nails digging into Christiano's skin, the blood combined with the sweat left a slippery surface. Kristoff's nails clawed their way down his leg and glided off his sock. He glared in cold terror as gravity, playing its role as the grim reaper, dragged him into the darkness. His nails scraped all the way down the deck, and his mouth emitted a monotone screech that grew ever distant until it was no more. Christiano let out a heavy sigh sound of him was gone. Barely able ...
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