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 the control stick, her

screamed her name

gaze locked onto him, cold

reddened eyes burned with a hatred deeper

off the ground, three shots rang out behind

the helicopter drowned out

widened

"No! Stop!" he yelled.

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

grip on the control stick, her desperation to escape

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

the bullets missed

struck

lights blinked

Asshole!" Alyssa cursed, pounding on the windows

slowed to a stop, and everything

sound of

were mocking her at her

slumped over, drained

glared furiously at Remy, who approached with an

Alyssa could have died if his aim had

Alyssa sat like a fragile doll, her eyes staring vacantly ahead, tears streaming