Can’t Win Me Back

As night fell, fierce winds swept over the pitch-black skies, pressing down heavily on the endless sea.

The surging waves hinted at an impending storm, with all life rising and falling as though it could be consumed, crushed, and destroyed at any moment.

Waves crashed against the beach on Rose Island.

Alyssa didn't have time to change out of her fiery red dress before scrambling into the helicopter parked on the shore.

Though she had regained some energy, her body remained weak.

But she knew she couldn't afford to hesitate.

Jameson hadn't come with her next tranquilizer shot tonight.

This was her one chance to escape! The memory of flying a helicopter was faint, buried in the past, but she had to try.

She had to fight with everything she had, even if it meant death.

Alyssa slipped into the cockpit, her breath caught in her throat.

The red dress she wore was soaked in cold sweat.

She checked the fuel gauge, started the ignition, and the helicopter's blades began to rotate.

"Alyssa Taylor, you will leave this place.

Hang in there...

muttered, clenching her teeth as she gripped the control stick, her knuckles

" Jameson, pale-faced, screamed her name as he sprinted toward

locked onto him, cold and

burned with a hatred deeper than the stormy

the ground, three shots rang out

sound of the waves and the roar of the helicopter drowned out the gunfire, but a bullet whizzed

eyes widened in

"No! Stop!" he yelled.

that brutal shootout on the Luminara battlefield flooded back, sending

she tightened her grip on the control stick, her desperation to escape overcoming all

and ruthless, as if they intended to end her life right

the bullets

struck

leak, and error lights blinked furiously on

Asshole!" Alyssa cursed, pounding on the

slowed to a stop, and

sound of waves

was as if the waves were mocking her at her failed escape

slumped over,

he glared furiously at Remy, who approached with

but had he considered that Alyssa could have died if his aim had been off? Remy walked to the cockpit door and

like a fragile doll, her eyes staring vacantly ahead,