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...

as she gripped

her name as he

locked onto him, cold

a hatred deeper than the

helicopter lifted off the ground, three shots rang out behind

sound of the waves and the roar of the helicopter drowned out

widened

"No! Stop!" he yelled.

shootout on the Luminara

tightened her grip on the control stick, her desperation to escape

shots followed, cold and ruthless, as if

the bullets

struck the

lights blinked furiously

cursed, pounding on the windows

slowed to a stop,

the sound

was as if the waves were mocking

over, drained

Remy, who approached with an emotionless

that Alyssa could have died if his aim had been off? Remy walked to the cockpit door and opened

doll, her eyes staring vacantly ahead, tears