When Fate Decided to Play its Part

CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT:

Bang, Bang! (2)

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Althea was relieved after knowing that there was someone who was listening to them and guiding them towards safety, also, she was glad that she have someone to tell about the fake bomb threats of these people.

She doesn't have her phone and she was running, as well as Tyler, she did not considered asking him about his phone earlier since they have no time to dial someone's number while running. But to think he was already on call, it makes things convenient for them.

"That suffice-" she said between her breathes. "Tell her that they are only-"

She caught the man on the corner of her eyes running towards them with the gun on his left hand. The gun's muzzle was lowered on the floor and it swung with his hand as he runs towards them.

He opened his mouth and Althea thought he will just shout for them to stop running again like what he did earlier, but he did not.

Althea's eyes widen when he pulled into a full stop and pointed the gun towards her direction. Her eyes we're like binoculars zooming in towards the man's fingers as he put them on the trigger then, pulled them to fire.

[Bang!]

Everything happened for a split second but it feels like eternity for Althea as her body tried to dodge the in coming bullet but she physically can't and can never will, like how the majority of humanity can't.

The lone bullet sliced through the air before colliding with her body, then digging through her flesh. It was funny how she can almost hear her flesh tearing apart.

her left hand to cover it and laid the other hand on top of it to press it more down. Her palm was touching a hot,

immediately knew what it

groaned as she feels her blood rapidly draining from her face. It was as if all of her blood were draining out from her body via the hole that was

and dress being soaked with red liquid. Her aquamarine eyes lost its focus on the sigjt of

split second, she can see herself inside an abandon factory, sitting on the floor while trembling

it was a mixture of dried blood, and a pool of fresh and

she muffled a cry. But no matter how she tried concealing it, it still came out, although it sounds

were blurry as her tears keeps on coming and

slip because of the wet floor. Althea did not shout, nor did

to look at her blood soaked hands, but her eyes keeps on going back to the

soaking soaking with blood. Althea can see the wound on the body's waist and chest as it was facing

unmoving. The up and down movement that indicates of breathing was not there anymore. But strangely, it's eyes were

were

with a trembling voice, she cried out.

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to spin in both pain and incoming forgotten memories.

from her eyes and she wanted to cry about how shitty is this night. She came across with the people she never wants to meet again, got into something that reminded her

this request of Charlotte again and again. If only she could turn back the clock, she would never answer that call at

and it was as if fated,

was throbbing in pain, it robbed her energy. Her vision blurred and darken, and

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