TRANSLATION: I'm happy to announce that this story is getting translated!! rmnffntl is translating the story into Portuguese!!
So... I know some of you were happy with Rose still being alive, but a few of you had some concerns. I have thoughts about this for a long time. Should she be alive or not? I have decided that Rose will live.
There is still going to be angst and sadness and happiness. And the new baby will not be left out. I hope each of you can still enjoy the story and will continue to read and share your opinions. I always appreciate them!
WARNING: Graphic Description of Violence, Blood,
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Welcome to the panic room Where all your darkest fears are gonna Come for you
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THUMP. THUMP.
Melina groans, struggling through the haziness within her mind. She squints against the unwelcomed bright lights flooding through her senses, but recognizes the familiar cell walls immediately. The same cell wall she helped design. Suddenly, a familiar voice cuts through the thick air.
"Natasha?" Alexei groans weakly.
Melina sighs, struggling to force herself up right into a sitting position. She can feel the annoyance rumbling from within, as Alexei continues rambling. She doesn't want to hear it. Not now, not ever.
THUMP. THUMP.
Melina tilts her head, taking notice of Alexei's stuttering as the loud noise erupts once more. It's clearly not him punching the glass. She shakes her curiosity, focusing on the control panel before her. Quickly, the cell opens under her command, and she studies the two men still within the cells.
THUMP. THUM—.
The banging stops suddenly, as she comes into view of the cells. The sight takes her breath away. She expects Alexei to be wallowing over his poor choice, as his long rant is evidence to support her claim. It's nothing out of the ordinary from him. But Steve...
The look of pure hatred tears through her soul.
The brunette swallows deeply, guilt swirling within her veins at the heart-wrenching sight in front of her. There are tears staining his rosy cheeks, crusading down his face. Blood is oozing out of his knuckle, dripping on the ground below. It's smeared along the bulletproof glass, evidence of her earlier theory.
