Chapter 109: who told you I was dead? I was just asleep

Frederick "Make sure he's dead," Frederick heard as they pulled him out of the wreckage. "For now, let's just take his body back to Blood Moon. Selena wants to see him alive. Or dead. It doesn't matter," another voice spoke. "So long as we get to play our part the proper way. Grab his hands." Frederick felt his hands being grabbed and then tossed in December. He was at the back of it, drunk. He knew it. Frederick couldn't move. His body was so stiff and in so much pain. He felt himself slowly lose his mind. "I don't want to die," he said to himself, wondering if there was someone outside listening to him. "I don't want to die," Frederick said again. As the fervency of his hopes grew, the heat of whatever he was began to beat so heavily against his wounds that he thought he was going to die. "Somebody help," he thought to himself. Perhaps he was simply getting ahead of himself, but he knew they were going to kill him publicly. They made it clear. "Is he dead?" Frederick thoug