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...

her teeth as she

her name as he

locked onto

eyes burned with a hatred deeper

As the helicopter lifted off the ground, three

of the waves and the roar of the helicopter drowned out the gunfire, but a bullet whizzed past Alyssa's

eyes widened in

"No! Stop!" he yelled.

of that brutal shootout on the Luminara battlefield flooded back, sending her heart racing and her

grip on the control stick, her desperation to escape

as if they

bullets missed

they struck the helicopter's

and error lights blinked furiously on the cockpit

Alyssa cursed, pounding

slowed to a stop, and everything fell

sound of waves

waves were mocking her at her failed

slumped over, drained

furiously at Remy, who

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

fragile doll, her eyes staring vacantly