PART 2: “HELP ME—PLEASE—HE’S COMING—!”
PART 2: “HELP ME—PLEASE—HE’S COMING—!”
The diner door slammed open so hard it shook the neon lights.
Everything stopped.
Forks mid-air.
Voices cut off.
Eyes turned.
“HELP ME—PLEASE—HE’S COMING—!”
The boy’s scream tore through the room, raw and panicked, echoing off the glass and steel. He stumbled forward, breath breaking, tears streaking down his face.
Behind him—
nothing.
But it didn’t feel empty.
It felt like something was coming.
He ran straight into a man sitting near the center—broad shoulders, leather jacket, still as stone.
Scar.
The kind of man people noticed without wanting to.
The boy grabbed his jacket with both hands, clinging like it was the only solid thing left in the world.
“Don’t let him take me…”
His voice dropped to a whisper.
Terrified.
Close.
Scar didn’t move at first.
Didn’t speak.
His eyes lifted slowly—
focused.
Cold.
Then—
the door creaked open again.
Slow this time.
Controlled.
The silence deepened.
A man stepped inside.
Clean suit.
Perfect posture.
Calm in a way that didn’t belong there.
He looked around once—
just once—
then smiled.
“There you are.”
The words were soft.
But they landed heavy.
Chairs shifted.
Leather creaked.
The bikers around Scar straightened slightly, their attention snapping into place like something waking up.
Scar tilted his head just enough.
“You lost something?”
His voice was low.
Measured.
Dangerous.
The man stepped closer.
Unbothered by the tension.
“That boy belongs with me.”
The boy’s grip tightened instantly.
“No—he’s lying—!”
His voice cracked, panic rising again.
Scar’s jaw flexed.
The room felt smaller now.
Tighter.
Like there wasn’t enough air for everyone anymore.
The man slipped a hand into his jacket.
Slow.
Deliberate.
Scar’s eyes sharpened.
“Stop.”
One word.
Enough to freeze the moment.
A beat passed.
The man smirked.
“You really want to do this… here?”
Outside, engines rumbled louder.
Low.
Threatening.
Inside, hands tightened around cups, around chairs—around nothing at all.
Ready.
Waiting.
The boy leaned closer to Scar, barely able to breathe.
“He hurt them…”
The words were almost nothing.
But they changed everything.
Scar’s expression shifted.
Not much.
Just enough.
Something darker rising underneath.
The man stepped closer—
still reaching inside his jacket—
and for the first time—
it didn’t look like he was in control anymore.
The tension snapped tight—
right before something broke—
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…and then—
darkness.
