Wanting to move, he couldn't, there were several chains around his body.
"Little Bro..." Derek's voice regained its usual tone.
"John..." Derek wanted to cry because he didn't know if John was still breathing. The anguish in his voice as he called his name could not be concealed, much less his expression.
The more he spoke to him, the more John didn't move...
The light is not so strong, but it is enough to make him see how the blood was coming out of his little body, and he realized that the blood covering his body was only that of the little boy, besides that, the position he was in did not let him verify if he was still breathing.
Seeing little John in that state, Derek remembered when his mother entrusted him to her...
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"Derek, you must take care of John... He is everyone's last hope, when he turns fifteen take him to the man with the mask, he will know what to do..."
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Creation is hard, cheer me up!