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.

and immediately clasp that part of her body; on the side of her stomach. She used her left hand to cover it and laid the other hand on top of it to press it more down. Her palm was touching

knew what

the hole that was dug into her body. Large beads of sweats started to

sight of her palm and dress being soaked with red liquid. Her aquamarine eyes lost

split second, she can see herself inside an

was sitting on a once dirty floor, but now, instead of just dirt, it was a mixture of dried blood, and a pool

she tried concealing it, it still came

tears keeps on coming and falling down. She was soaked with both sweat and

leaning her hand on the floor, only for it to lightly slip because of the wet floor. Althea did not shout, nor did

soaked hands, but her eyes keeps on going back to the body that was lying next

with blood. Althea can see the wound on the body's waist and chest as it was facing her. The pool of blood was coming out from

on the floor, unmoving. The up and down movement that indicates of

they were

more, and with a trembling

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mind begun to spin in both pain and incoming

this night. She came across with the people she never wants to meet again, got into something that reminded her of the past she never want to visit again, got rescued by the guy she, again, doesn't want to see, and then got shot

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

raised her head and it was as if fated, their gaze

wound near her stomach was throbbing in pain, it robbed her energy. Her vision

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