Her mind was hazed deeply, all her thoughts a large cloud, her vision worsening by the minute. Noor felt a presence near her.
No.
Multiple presences.
Everything inside her burned as though there was a wildfire under her skin. Her heart pounded in her ears, getting louder. Louder. Through the pounding she heart a sound.
The sound of someone clocking a gun.
Brinn soldiers.
She felt it then: her mind losing control. She felt herself losing control over her mind.
* * *
Bright light from the street lamps poked against Noor's eyelids and forced her to open them to pure white before her surroundings set into her still hazed vision.
Death.
She was surrounded by death.
Dead Brinn soldiers all around her, seven of them.
The fire inside her burnt more, spreading everywhere. Noor stood up and immediately lost her balance.
Holy mother of flames, I'm too pretty to die just yet, Noor thought as she struggled to find her balance, her breaths ragged.
She made her way to the only place she could think of at that moment. The only place where she knew she would find safety.
* * *
"Dev?" Noor knocked on his building's front door, panicked. She was poisoned, her best friend was kidnapped by Brinn soldiers, and to add more worry to that, someone with a rifle has been on her tail for about an hour now.
They could be getting closer any second.
"Dev," she knocked again, louder this time. She felt drained. She felt like she could die any second now.
It's a miracle she even survived this long.
Noor felt a tingle run down her back and spread to every nerve in her body. Someone was watching her.
The person with the rifle found her.
Urgency flooded her mind and she knocked harder, harder, losing more energy with each bang of her fist against the door.
Her vision started blackening again, her mind spinning. The world spinning. She leaned her head against the door, knocking with all the might left in her.
"Dev, please," Noor croaked out the words.
I know I hurt you. I know what I did. But just this once, show me the mercy I do not deserve. One last time, save me like you did.
One last time.
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Echo
FantasyA mistake. An echo in the mind. A distortion in voice. A fight for control of oneself's consciousness. A never-ending pain in one's body. Years ago, the world divided into two groups: the Gifted and the Ordinary. The Gifted, having more power, were...
