7 Chapter 7: An "Accident"

After breakfast, Old York took Maverick in a van to buy supplies.

Although Old York was old, he was still very talkative. On the way, he chatted with Maverick, telling stories of his youth and experiences.

Although Maverick wanted to say something like, "For safety reasons, please don't chat with the driver," just to annoy Old York, since he always yapped about safe driving and not overloading. However, thinking about the force of Old York's palm slapping his head, he just decided to be quiet.

The van smoothly drove on the road, and Maverick and Old York chatted all the way, not noticing that the number of vehicles on the road was decreasing.

It wasn't until there was only their car left on the road that Maverick felt something was amiss.

At this moment, as the van was about to pass through an intersection, Maverick felt something strange and suddenly heard a hoarse and rough voice in his mind.

"Danger! Run!"

Two seconds later, a large truck suddenly rushed out from the side road and directly collided with the van from the side.

The van was hit by this enormous object and rolled out instantly, like a kicked soda bottle on the roadside, only stopping after crashing into the window of a shop on the side of the street.

*Tiiiiiiiiiing!*

The piercing buzzing filled Maverick's head. At this moment, he didn't know how many bones in his body were broken. The steering wheel and the twisted seat pressed against his chest, and blood kept flowing from his mouth uncontrollably.

*Cough! Cough!*

The uncontrollable surge of sweet and bloody blood made Maverick cough involuntarily. The wound on his head scratched by shattered glass was also bleeding profusely, dyeing his left eye blood red.

He tried to wipe it with his hand, but found that his arm had been broken and he couldn't move it at all.

With all his strength, he turned his head to look sideways, wanting to check Old York's condition, but the sight that greeted him directly shattered his sanity.

A broken wooden beam protruded from the shattered windshield and pierced directly through Old York's chest.

Blood kept flowing from the wound, dyeing the passenger seat red. His arms were twisted and powerless, hanging limply on his legs.

Old York looked at Maverick, his eyes full of tender love and concern. His life was fading away, and his eyelids uncontrollably drooped.

His lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something, but the gushing blood and fragments of internal organs prevented him from making a clear sound, only making mouth movements.

"Live..."

Gradually, his lips stopped trembling, and his eyes began to lose focus. The flickering ember of life within him completely disappeared after uttering the last word.

Watching Old York stop breathing, Maverick desperately tried to wake him up, but his mouth was also full of blood, and all he could produce was a weak whimper.

Slowly, he calmed down, his eyes filled with acceptance of death.

He was already a lost soul who had died long ago, fortunate to have had a few years of happiness in life.

Now that life was shattered, he had no motivation to continue living. He might as well die like this. At least he could accompany Old York and walk through this journey of death together.

As Maverick made the decision to face death calmly, the hoarse voice that had just appeared in his mind rang out again.

'Damn it! Are you just giving up like this? I can make you live! Just accept me!'

Upon hearing this devilish proposition, Maverick responded wearily in his mind, "No need, I have no desire to live anymore. Let it be."

"I hope he can wait for me, not to leave too quickly."

The voice in his mind fell silent after hearing this reply. Just when Maverick thought it had given up, the voice sounded again.

'Even if the culprit who killed you two is still at large, you have no intention of living, do you?' The hoarse voice was no longer urgent at this moment.

"What did you say?! This wasn't an accident!" Maverick suddenly opened his eyes wide, roaring incredulously in his mind.

The voice chuckled coldly at Maverick's words. "Hehehe, of course not. You're not naive enough to think your luck was just that bad, that you happened to encounter such an accident."

"The driver who crashed into you has already fled, and haven't you also noticed that there have been fewer and fewer cars on the road as time passed earlier?"

Maverick's eyes widened at the words, and blood gathered in his left eye socket, flowing down his cheek, resembling tears of blood.

The words from this voice gradually twisted Maverick's blood-stained face into one of resentment and distortion.

"Who is it! I'll make him pay! I'll kill him! *Cough* *cough* *cough*!" Maverick gritted his teeth and roared, spitting out blood from his mouth along with his surging emotions.

"I can give you the power for revenge, as long as you accept me, accept my existence, accept my gift. As long as we're together, no one can stop us. I'll help you tear those people you want to kill into pieces and make them regret coming into this world!"

The hoarse voice insidiously guided Maverick's anger, enticing him to accept its existence.

"Let me live! Give me power! Whether you're a demon or whatever! I just want those people dead!" Maverick continued to roar, disregarding the continuous flow of blood from his mouth.

"I've heard your request, felt your anger. Come, let us become one!" The hoarse voice responded to Maverick's cries.

Maverick felt his organs itching inside his body, and his heart began to beat strongly again, as if the vitality that had just drained from his body was returning.

Before he could fully comprehend what was happening, overwhelming fatigue and heaviness struck him from within, forcing him to close his eyes.

When he woke up again, he was lying in a hospital bed with an IV drip, and the bedside monitor was beeping continuously.

A nurse noticed he had woken up from outside the door, and shortly after, a middle-aged doctor wearing a white coat, who looked very knowledgeable, pushed open the door and walked in.

Behind him were several police officers in uniform, presumably there for the car accident.

As the middle-aged doctor asked Maverick about his discomfort while conducting an examination, the police officer beside him sighed and spoke, "I'm sorry, kid. When we arrived at the scene, your grandfather, Mr. Bain York, was already lost."

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A/N: Character development arc, lol

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