ALANA

GunShot

Alexis Levan's POV

"Duck!" I lower my body and hopefully Sloane followed me. I don't have time to look back and check.

We have entered the crowd, and I'm scared to death because people have started running and these bastard Gangsters can shoot anyone without remorse.

Pushing through the crowd, I vault over the solid bar counter and land safely on the other side, immediately crouching and covering my head.

"You okay?" I ask Sloane.

"I can't breathe!" she says, panting.

"Relax, it's-" BANG! The sound of more gunfire grips me in fear. Sloane screeches at the horribly loud sound as well. I quickly grab onto her hand.

"It's alright, it's fine" That's what they say in movies and it kinda always works out.

We hear loud shouts from Interpol Officers, definitely asking Nikos and his men to surrender.

The Interpol's here. They'll save us.

"Is Alana here?" Sloane asks, horrified still. I nod. She must be here.

"Alexis, I'm scared. When can we get out of- Ahhh!" she yells because there is tremendous gun firing again.

"Here..." I hand over the Power Core to her and she stuffs it inside her jacket's pocket with shivering hands.

We can't stay behind the bar counter and also can't go away. What do we do?

"We-" but I am almost choked by a hand gripping the back of my neck.

"No! Let her go!" Sloane shrieks out.

Right away, my attacker harshly places a gun against my temple and yells at Sloane. She remains where she was, with tears flowing down her face.

For me, however... the world is something like a mixture of blurs and flashes right now.

I'm sure he grabbed my neck way too hard and I definitely dislocated a few bones. I have never broken a bone.

Haha, Lexi! There's a first time for everything, isn't it? But looks like my first time may also become my last very soon.

There's shouting and threatening all around me, but I can't hear anything properly. Even if you did, what would have changed anyways? They're exchanging remarks in German.

In a few seconds though, the haziness in my vision clears out. It's just like how you suddenly see clear when the fog on the road settles down when the rain starts, or when the lights are turned on in a dark room, or simply when you put your eyeglasses on.

"What the...?"

"Shut up!" the man still holding me, shouts.

Okay. Sure. I'll shut up. I'm pretty compliant anyways when I'm held at gunpoint.

There is a loud exchange going on in between the large group of Interpol Officers and Nikos's gang, who are pretty outnumbered to my relief.

Even though the crowd before my eyes is all black, gray and some stripes of yellow, my eyes fall on the figure that stands out immediately. Among those tall 6 ft. officers, is a woman, around the same height as me. Her face covered with a black mask, just like the rest of them. Her eyes, only fixed on me.

How come I never realised just how lovely her eyes are? Brown and gold under the bright lights of the club. It's like they're staring right into my soul. Deep and intimate.