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.

on the side of her stomach. She used her left hand to cover it and laid the other hand on top of

knew

if all of her blood were draining out from her body via the hole that was dug into her body. Large beads of sweats started to

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

another split second, she can see herself inside an abandon factory,

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

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

as her tears keeps on coming and

of the wet floor. Althea did not shout, nor did she cried in

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

on the body's waist and chest as it was facing her. The pool

flat on the floor, unmoving. The up and down movement

were staring

tears wells up even more, and with a trembling voice,

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mind begun to spin in

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

Charlotte again and again. If only she could turn back the clock, she would never

raised her head and it was as if fated, their

in pain, it robbed

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