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...

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

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

onto him, cold

burned with a hatred deeper than the

the helicopter lifted off the ground, three shots rang out

drowned out the gunfire, but a bullet whizzed past

eyes widened in

"No! Stop!" he yelled.

of that brutal shootout on the Luminara

the control stick, her

followed, cold and ruthless, as if

bullets missed

struck the

lights

Asshole!" Alyssa cursed, pounding on the windows

propellers slowed to a stop, and

the sound of

was as if the waves were mocking

slumped over,

this, he glared furiously at Remy, who approached with an emotionless

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

Alyssa sat like a fragile doll, her eyes staring