THE ELITE AGENT

39. HOLD YOUR BREATH.

Alex's POV:

The car skids to the other side, making me slam to the door. Elena's shoulder rams into my side, making her hiss in pain. The pretence of both the parties stopped. We should have been careful when we saw the fisherman's car parked in the non-parking zone.

He's a dragon. His tattoo says it all.

He stops the car and grabs his dagger to meet Elena's oncoming strike. In such a cramped car, I try to search for the gun I dropped. My hands meet nothing but air. I discard my search for gun and decided to use my own strength as a weapon.

The fisherman, or a dark dragon, disarms Elena. Her pocket knife clanks down. She jumped to the shotgun and smashes her boot on his face. When he brings his dagger to her shoulder, I grab hold of his wrist and tighten my hold, dislocating it. He cries out and savagely tries to hit anything that came in his way. Before Elena could dodge, his fist got her already injured shoulder.

She cries out holding her shoulder, eyes shut tightly. Enraged, I grab hold of his collar and slam my fist in his face. Blood oozes out of his nose. Blinded by anger, I kept slamming my fist on his face continuously.

In the dim streetlamp lit road, I didn't notice the bandit reach for Elena's knife until he swiped against my wrist. I hiss and pull back. He immediately reaches for something and puts on a mask. Before I could stop him, he flicks a switch.

"ELENA, HOLD YOUR BREATH!" I yell, holding my own breath when I saw a green gas dominating the air. But, she held her breath one second too late.

Just one second.

And her life made a three-sixty turn.

She stayed still. She didn't move. Her eyes were wide as she kept staring into nothingness. Like, she's here but not here at the same time. My fear kicks in. I want to call out her name, hoping she would snap back to reality, but I can't. Not when I am holding my breath. When the bandit opened his door and ran outside to escape, I couldn't care less. Elena staring like she's seeing a ghost is more concerning.

I quickly step out of the car, whoosh of green gas evaporating in the air through the door. Grabbing a knife, I throw it at the sprinting bandit. It hits him right on his back as he tumbles down. That will stall him for a while.

With my breath still held, I open Elena's door and pull her out. She is still frozen, but her eyes...they...they were soulless. It felt like I am staring into a void depth of emerald eyes. Not a fragment of emotion. Not anger, pain, worry. Nothing at all.

I pull her away from the car, away from that deadly green gas, and let out a breath before calling her name. She stood still.

"Elle?" I call her again, hoping she would respond.

She stood still, staring on a fixed front. It was like she was frozen on her spot. I start to panic. Why is she acting so weirdly like this? What am I supposed to do?!

I grab hold of her good arm and shake her. She still didn't respond and kept staring, breathing through her lips which were slightly parted. She occasionally blinked, proving she is conscious but not aware of her surroundings.

"Elena, can you hear me?"

I bend down so I could meet her eyes. She looked back but no reaction once again. She looked at me, as if she doesn't know me. She didn't recognize me. Her eyes were empty, void and so unlike her. It's like I am staring at a dead person.

"Elena, say something!" I panic. Worry sets in me as I watch her, plead her to speak up. She didn't. She stood still. What do I do?! My heart seems to beat faster, and it feels like it would burst out any moment now.