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...

teeth as

pale-faced, screamed her name as

locked onto

reddened eyes burned with a hatred deeper than

lifted off the ground, three shots rang

roar of the helicopter drowned out

widened in

"No! Stop!" he yelled.

memories of that brutal shootout on the Luminara battlefield

control stick, her desperation

cold and ruthless, as if they

bullets

they struck

leak, and error lights blinked furiously on

Asshole!" Alyssa cursed, pounding on the

propellers slowed to a

sound of

as if the waves were mocking her

slumped over, drained

Remy, who approached with an

had he considered that Alyssa could have died if his aim had been

Alyssa sat like a fragile doll, her eyes staring vacantly ahead, tears streaming down her