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...

can do it!" she muttered, clenching her teeth as she gripped the control stick, her

screamed her name as he sprinted toward the

gaze locked onto him, cold

reddened eyes burned with a

off the ground,

of the helicopter drowned out the

eyes widened

"No! Stop!" he yelled.

memories of that brutal shootout on the

grip on the control stick, her desperation

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

bullets

they struck

to leak, and error lights blinked furiously on

Alyssa cursed, pounding on

a stop, and

sound

waves were mocking

over, drained

he glared furiously at Remy, who approached with

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

like a fragile doll, her eyes staring vacantly ahead, tears