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.

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 a hot,

immediately knew what

the hole that was dug into her body. Large beads of sweats started to form on her forehead and slid down on

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

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

but now, instead of just dirt, it was a mixture of dried blood, and a pool of fresh and new red

hitched and she muffled a cry. But no matter how she tried

blurry as her tears keeps on coming and

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

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

also soaking soaking 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

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

they were staring

more, and with

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bit her lip as her mind begun to spin in both

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 of the past she never want to visit again, got rescued by the guy she, again, doesn't want to see, and then

only she could turn back the

her head and it was as if fated, their

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

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