He is surrounded by enemies; he doesn't know where to aim his weapon now. He is wounded on his foot because he can't walk.
"You are all dead," he said.
"We are not dead yet, as long as we have not achieved justice." That's all, Charles answered him.
"You fool." He pointed the gun at Charles, but he kicked it, and it flew away.
He looked at himself; he became defenseless; he only now felt fear in his life.
"Just give up." He heard Jake say.
"We don't want to dirty our hands by killing you; the law will judge you."
He laughed at what was being said. "Law? Do you still believe that the law will help you here? I am the law. I am the one who is followed because you are just dust in this world."
"Just a speck of dust that gets in your eyes." That was all the person pretending to be the gardener in his mansion said.
"I guess the one picking you up is here."
He heard a noise coming from outside the warehouse that alarmed him. Footsteps are headed in the direction they are.
No, no. He limped as he ran for his gun. They just let him be.
I will fight back; they will not bring me down. No. He could only say it in his mind.
He had reached for his gun, but the police were getting closer and closer. These immediately confronted him.
He fought back; he immediately shot a police officer and limped away to hide behind a wide tree, but a bullet met him and hit him in the forehead. He was showered with many bullets, and his body could not fight back.
"So, we're even now, Bernard Fuego. You killed my sister Bianca; it just took me a while to get my revenge on you." A police officer spoke up.
"Christopher," he said softly.
"Not only to my sister, but to all the innocent people you killed." This is what he said.
"Well, all the evidence is already in my hands, and there are quite a few violations on your part. I can't believe a person did these crimes."
He saw what he was referring to: the notebook he had hidden where those involved in his business were listed and the brown envelope containing photos of him and his partners during their meetings, which Bianca had hidden from him and which he had been searching for for a long time. Another thing is that there's a USB containing everything about his dirty business.
"I took it," he struggled to speak, knowing that in a few seconds, he would run out of breath. "That was taken by two people I trusted." He even said.
His vision was darkening; he desperately reached for his gun to shoot the one in front of him; his whole being was losing strength.
"Do you know this saying: no matter how clever the monkey is, it still gets outsmarted? And yeah, those people who wanted to get back at you really outsmarted you." He told him, making him sigh.
He could no longer hear the beating of his heart; blood was escaping from his body.
"Not everything you want can be achieved," a voice whispers in his ear.
"Everyone has karma, just as you have wronged someone." He heard whispers again.
Am I hallucinating? Why am I hearing something? He questioned in his mind.
He moved his muscles; he was surprised because he could move them effortlessly.
I'm not dead yet! He could only think in his mind that he celebrated, and he quickly got up. He searched for his gun.
He realized and saw where he was now; darkness engulfed his surroundings, and he stood in a field, unable to see the end of it, unsure of where it would stop.
He was walking around, the silence deafening, no more voices that he had heard earlier. His wounds have healed. He doesn't know where he is, because he will continue the revenge in his mind on how to recover his abandoned business.
Until now, you still think about yourself. The voice echoed, prompting him to turn and see where it was coming from.
He saw a woman covered in blood; he didn't recognize her face.
Don't you recognize me anymore, Dad? This one asked.
"E--- Ellese?" He recognized the person standing in front of him.
It smiled meaningfully at him. Good thing you still recognized me in this form, which you yourself created. He felt the surroundings suddenly grow cold; a cold wind was brushing against his body. At that moment, he felt the full chill spread throughout his body.
"F---, forgive me, child. Forgive me." He was pleading for forgiveness from the soul named Ellese.
"Even if I forgive you, it won't change the fact that you will wander in this darkness for eternity." It also said.
"But, don't worry; you have someone to accompany you on your journey." Ellese smiled at him in a way that conveyed profound meaning.
I know that Giovane and Alexander are also here. He thought to himself.
"Help me see the light. I don't want to be here, child."
Child? Are you really treating me like a child? Help? Why? What did you do when I asked for help? Nothing, right? Even if I help you, the souls won't allow you to be the reason they can't find peace. Its voice mingles with the wind, which is why goosebumps rise on Bernard's skin.
"Why have you already reminded me of the past, Ellese? We will be together here. I'm already here, and we will endure the hardships together in this second world." He even smiled.
I have freed myself from the past that I could never escape before. We will not be together, because I have found what I was looking for; my journey through this darkness is over. We'd done enough suffering in this darkness; now it is your turn to travel through the endless darkness.
The surroundings brightened where his daughter Ellese was, moving further and further away from him.
He ran, chasing after her, and reached out his hand.
"Wait! Wait, child, I'm still your father!"
She smiled at him. Thank you very much for being my father; thank you that we will finally have freedom.
Gradually, the light consumed by darkness is fading away.
"No!" he shouted in anger, clenching his fists.
"Boss." He heard a voice.
"Alexander?" Bernard asked in surprise.
He was looking for someone else in his eyes.
Is it Giovane you're looking for? He returned to the human world to atone for his sins; Giovane is now in a good family.
"Bianca!" he shouted because he recognized the voice of his second wife.
Her soul appeared, but after a few seconds, it vanished from his sight.
Suddenly, the surroundings fell silent, and only he and Alexander remained.
He won't give up; he'll come back. He knows someone will continue what he started. He will take revenge on the people responsible for his death.
Until now, you still haven't regretted it. Well, you'll be like other souls without memories.
They are traveling with Alexander in the darkness, not knowing where they are headed.