Yes, Sebastian was alive and fighting.
He'd been taken aback when Kurt had gone berserk in the car – and that was why he'd lost control. When the car spun into that oak tree, Sebastian had flung open the door and launched out of his beloved Chevy. All those years of gymnastics had come in handy, after all. He'd stolen a bike from a driveway and pedaled away like a madman.
He was currently camped out at Jeff's house. It was ideal, because soon he would be wanted by the police, and Jeff's step-dad was too drunk to notice and his mother was always sleeping. Jeff would be loyal, unlike Trent.
He regretted losing Trent to the cause, but in a way, it helped. At least he could stop being called 'Bastian.
Sebastian Smythe was even more hell-bent on Kurt Hummel's destruction. He would not rest until he had the little brat on his knees, begging for death.
Why was Sebastian doing this? If he was honest with himself, he didn't know. He just had to kill Kurt. No was not an option. He could see himself shooting the stupid boy. Starving him. Beating him.
It will all happen, Sebastian assured himself.
Until then, Sebastian would just have to wait. He stared into the crimson sunset, his mind racing with terrifying mind games, stealth operations, and of course, an extremely dramatic finale. Kurt Hummel was going to get it all.
End of Part 1
A/N Yaaaay! 61 reviews. Also thanks.
Part 2 will be coming the day after next. What will Sebastian do now? Ah! I can't wait for you to find out! Part 2 will be posted in this same story, so don't worry about having to go look for a new story somewhere else.
And this really needs a new name.
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