Plotted against 2

Eric's peaceful moment was shattered by the deafening roar of an old truck's engine. The vehicle sped towards the bridge, its tires screeching in protest. Eric's eyes widened in horror as the truck hurtled past his motorcycle and onto the rickety bridge, which swayed ominously under the weight.

"Are you insane?" Eric yelled at the driver, his voice hoarse with fear. "Check if anyone's on the bridge before you kill yourself!"

The driver's maniacal laughter echoed through the air as he yelled, "You're the Eric the young master said I'm supposed to kill...huh? In your next life don't take what the young master want"

"Then let's die together for the Young Master"

In his mind, the driver thought, "The young master's orders were clear: kill Eric, destroy the evidence, and take myself down with it. No witnesses, no loose ends. The brakes were tampered with, and the bridge is the perfect spot. One crash, two deaths, and the young master's secrets are safe."

Although he was shaking all over with fear and wrath washed of his face.

But he knew he can't disobey his master's orders or he'll be sniped even before he got down from the truck.

Eric's eyes widened in horror as the driver's words sank in. He realized the driver was on a mission to kill him, and even himself, to protect someone else's secrets.

The driver's thoughts continued, "I'll make sure it's a fatal crash. No survivors, no questions asked. The young master will be pleased, and my family will be taken care of...from beyond the grave."

The bridge creaked and groaned, then split into two before Eric's eyes. He leapt into the air, desperate to reach the other side of the bridge, but the truck sped past him hitting the edge of the other side. Eric was thrown backwards, his screams echoing through the forest as he plummeted towards the canopy below

Eric's world went dark as he plummeted towards the forest floor, his screams echoing through the trees. He thought of his mother, alone and helpless, and his heart twisted with fear. "Mom, I'm sorry...I'll see Dad before you do..."

Time seemed to slow as Eric recalled his mother's words about guardian angels. "Where's mine? Do you want me to die?" he pleaded, but his cries went unanswered.

He remembered the countless times he had prayed for guidance and protection. "Did you abandon me? Am I not worthy of your help?"

Eric's mind raced with questions and doubts. "Is this the end? Will I never see my mother again? Will she be left all alone?"

He thought of his father, who had passed away when Eric was just a child. "Will I finally get to meet you, Dad? Is this how my story ends?"

As he struggled to come to terms with his fate, Eric cried out again, "Angel, please! If you're there, save me! Don't let me die like this!"

Eric's anger and frustration boiled over, "Are you enjoying the divine ambrosia while I'm about to become a forest floor pancake? Or are you too lazy to even notice my plight?"

He scoffed, "What kind of angel neglects their charge like this? You're as useless as a broken wing!"

As he continued to fall, Eric's thoughts turned bitter, "I guess I'm just not important enough for my own angel to care. Well, congratulations, you've failed miserably!"

Eric's body crashed through the branches, his speed reduced by a thick limb that shattered his bones. He landed hard on the forest floor, agony coursing through his body like liquid fire.

As he struggled to turn his head, a blood-curdling scream escaped his lips. Then, he heard it – the sound of multiple legs approaching, growing louder with each passing moment. Eric gritted his teeth, bracing for the unknown.