Nyx 0.23 trained for 18 years. 18 Years of intensive combat training to become a soldier. She lost her only friend and love in the process and is determined to make her first mission her last.
Ares Armani grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth and...
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08 - day 3
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"We need to get out of here," I was the first to say, immediately reaching for Nemesis and Tyches' hands as my heart hammered against my chest.
It wasn't fear that flooded my body at that moment, just utter shock and an overload of mixed emotions doused in alcohol. Everything I was feeling was enhanced and jumbled together.
Without saying a single further word, we nearly sprinted away from the ongoing fight. Looking back, my eyes scanned briefly over Ares.
Just as I did, he in turn looked back towards us, locking eye contact for a split second. It felt like Earth had finished its rotation at that very moment. There was something so patronizing and aware in those eyes as if he knew our goal from a simple glance. It was impossible, but the way he looked at me, as if he could read my mind was terrifying.
Breaking away from his stare, I dipped my head so my hair would cover the open side of my face and continued to run with Nemesis and Tyche.
Nemesis's synchronized exclaims began to turn into hysterical laughter the second we were outside the club and back into the cool summer air. There was a soft breeze alongside the heat, and the lamps lit up the cobblestone streets that were scattered with numerous other drunk adults.
Tyche and Nemesis who had both taken their fourth shots were near shitfaced as they wobbled around. Sometime during the short time we had left the club, Nemesis had discarded her heels and was instead carrying them.
Assuming we were a comfortable distance from the club, we slowed to a walk.
I guess we weren't far enough, as fairly quickly a group of 3 men called after us. Turning around, I saw it was none other than Ares Armani again and his 2 accomplices.
"Ciao!" The dark skin one called, his arm lifting up into a wave.
"Run. Run, run dammit!" I repeated, slipping off my heels as well, and together the girls and I transitioned into a full sprint.
