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Then my head was underwater again, and this time, I knew he meant it.
I thrashed, clinging to his legs, trying to push him away. Doing everything in my power to escape.
I fought and fought. Until my arms slowed and my lungs burned and burned. All I could think of was Rook and Callie, Amara, and all the people I loved.
Remembering mom, and how she tried to protect me.
Sunny days in the kitchen, with chocolate chip cookies dad made for me and Callie.
Rook, on his knees, his anguished howl echoing through my mind.
Then suddenly, I was released.
After heaving a breath, I jerked backwards and away from Saul.
Sucking in deep and raspy breaths. My legs, throat and lungs, scorched.
I was grateful to be alive.
"No," Saul was backing up, his eyes wide with fear. He was looking towards the water behind me.
I stumbled away from him, looking towards the same direction, when I saw a white form in the water. The unmistakable image of an alligator. No longer the scrawny teen of the swamp, he was now a king.
Monstrously huge.
"Jibber babber!!" I screamed, lungs and legs and throat still burning. Rushing as fast as possible away from the water. Hoping with all hope that Ollie would save me. “Jibber babber! Jibber babber!”
Then suddenly Rook appeared. Emerging from the swamp like a monster in his own right. A machete in his hands.
He was alive!
Saul was still so focused on Ollie, he didn’t notice Rook.
Rook ran at Saul. Mud and water splashing. His expression wild, his roar through the swamp like a wild savage.
At the last minute, Saul turned.
“Die, you scum!” Rook grabbed Saul's arm, thrusting the machete into his stomach.
Saul's eyes widened in shock. He gasped for air.
"You-you're..." he stuttered, his voice trailing off.
“The day of your reckoning has come,” Rook growled, his expression wild with satisfaction. “I can still see the stain of nana’s blood on your hands. Smell the stench of her vomit on your breath. And now, you will pay for every drop, you sick bastard.” With a twist, Rook yanked out the machete. "After all these years, I get to end you. And," he added with gritted teeth, "no one touches Summer and lives."
He struck again. Saul cried out in agony. Weakly struggled against Rook's grip. But it was pointless.
“Say hello to hell for me,” Rook sneered before striking once more. In the chest.
Saul looked down at it in disbelief. His eyes glazed over, “Another broken heart.” A smile crawled up his face. “Finally. I can feel again.”
The life drained from Saul's eyes. A rattling sound as he sucked in a last breath.
“Die, you motherfucker!” Roaring once more, Rook swung the machete again. This time it stuck in Saul’s neck.
A few more tries, and Saul’s head flung through the air. Blood spraying.
Rook looked like a wild beast.
