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

pale-faced, screamed her name

locked onto him, cold and

a hatred deeper than the

helicopter lifted off the ground, three shots rang out behind

drowned out the gunfire,

widened

"No! Stop!" he yelled.

shootout on the Luminara battlefield flooded

her grip on the control stick, her

followed, cold and ruthless, as if they

bullets missed

they struck the

error lights blinked furiously on the cockpit

Asshole!" Alyssa cursed, pounding

to a stop, and everything

the sound of

the waves were mocking her

slumped over, drained of

furiously at Remy,

that Alyssa could have died if his aim

fragile doll, her eyes staring vacantly ahead, tears