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

screamed her name as he sprinted toward the

onto him, cold and

burned with a hatred deeper than

As the helicopter lifted off the ground, three shots

waves and the roar of the helicopter drowned out the gunfire, but a bullet

eyes widened

"No! Stop!" he yelled.

on the Luminara battlefield flooded back, sending her heart

tightened her grip on the control stick,

ruthless, as if they intended to end her

bullets missed

they struck

and error lights blinked furiously

pounding

slowed to a

sound

were mocking her at

slumped over, drained of

Remy, who approached with an

could have died if his aim had been off? Remy walked to the cockpit

eyes staring vacantly ahead, tears streaming down