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...

do it!" she muttered, clenching her teeth as she gripped

" Jameson, pale-faced, screamed her name as he

onto him, cold and

eyes burned with a hatred deeper than the stormy

off the ground, three shots rang

roar of the helicopter drowned out the gunfire, but a bullet whizzed

widened in

"No! Stop!" he yelled.

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

the control stick,

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

bullets

struck the helicopter's

and error lights blinked furiously on the cockpit

pounding on the windows

to a stop, and everything

sound of

as if the waves were mocking her at

over, drained of

glared furiously at Remy, who approached with an emotionless

he considered that Alyssa could have died if his aim

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