The Fog

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She was the only one who made him forget Eloise. She was the only person, besides Wae, who he trusted. He loved her, the first woman he ever loved since he was 12, when he fell in love with Eliose. He had known her since he was 5, and she died when he was 19. It had only been 5 years since her death, but to Andrew it felt like a lifetime.

Yvonne entered the room. "Come on, we're leaving." Delia was about to ask why before Pier slapped his hand over her mouth. She had forgotten that no one questions Yvonne's orders. NO ONE...

"Warlock tracked me down. The five of us aren't equipped for battle, so off your arses and let's go!" Upon leaving, all four (that obviously not including Yvonne) thanked the physicians and left.

A dense fog fell upon the land...

Three hours later, the five rested. "Should have slain the physician who pulled a gun on me..." snickered Yvonne. Delia was infuriated. "I would like to pull a gun on you too, you murderous whore!" Two words echoed in each guy's mind: 'Oh shit'. A massive argument ensued, filled with fury and enraged shouting. Yvonne stormed off into the fog, pulling both her middle fingers to all four of her compatriots.

An hour of complete silence passed before it was interrupted by a gunshot. It was one of Warlock's henchmen. "Where is Yvonne? Where is the bit-" but he was interrupted by a shot in the back. A silhouette of a woman appeared from within the fog. "Hallo Andrew..." she said ominously. Andrew began to cry, tears flooded from his eyes. The same fog. He knew that voice. He knew it all too well...

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