SELENE POV
The door slams open, and Elijah and I storm in, our eyes blazing with fear and fury.
I can see Megan's relief flicker for a moment, but it vanishes in an instant as chaos erupts around us, far worse than we ever imagined.
In a split second, I charge at Kayl, fists flying like a whirlwind.
Elijah is right on my heels, tackling him to the ground.
The room explodes into a chaotic mess of grunts and curses as we wrestle on the floor.
My eyes dart around, searching for a way out, my heart pounding like a drum.
Freya's muffled screams pierce through the madness.
With a surge of adrenaline, Megan tears her arms free from the chair, the ropes digging into her skin.
She leaps into the chaos, kicking and clawing at Kayl, desperate to pull me from his grip.
The struggle is brutal, the air thick with a dangerous energy that crackles around us.
And then, the unimaginable happens.
As I wrestle the gun from Kayl's hand, a shot goes off, grazing Megan's arm.
The pain ignites like fire, but she grits her teeth, pushing through it to keep us safe.
But in the frenzy, she doesn't see the second shot, the one that finds its mark in her heart.
A gunshot blasts through the small space, deafening.
Time slows as I watch Megan's body jerk, a crimson stain spreading across her shirt.
My face goes pale, and I freeze, eyes wide with terror.
Megan's scream is abruptly silenced by another shot, and she feels the searing agony of a bullet ripping through her flesh.
The room spins around her, and she collapses to the floor, vision fading.
Elijah and I have fought with everything we have, our desperation fueling every blow.
The air is thick with the sickening sound of bodies colliding, the stench of sweat and terror mixing with the iron tang of blood.
Megan, despite her own agony, fixates on the chaos, fueled by an unyielding will to survive.
Freya calls the police as we fight.
The last thing that pierces the air is Megan's desperate scream, and then it all goes dead silent.
The wailing sirens grow closer, and suddenly, the room erupts with blinding lights and the shouts of officers in uniform.
When the police finally storm in, it's already too late for Megan.
Her body has given up, her life seeping into the unforgiving floor.
Elijah and I have managed to take down Kayl, but not before he landed the fatal blow.
The paramedics rush in, a whirlwind of chaos, but Megan has already faded away, her eyes vacant and lifeless.
Through the haze of agony, I watch as Elijah delivers a savage hit to Kayl's skull, rendering him unconscious.
The world dims as I lift her, her body a dead weight in my arms.
When Freya finally opens her eyes, she finds herself in a frigid, clinical room.
The relentless beeping of machines surrounds her, and the sharp scent of antiseptic assaults her senses.
She attempts to move, but a jolt of pain shoots through her.
A doctor looms over her, his face a blur of worry.
"You're okay," I murmur softly in her ear, trying to offer comfort. "You're alive."
Freya's eyes dart around the room, panic rising in her chest. "Megan?" she croaks out.
I grip her hand tighter, my eyes brimming with unshed tears. "She's... she's gone."
A tear rolls down her cheek, and it feels like a dagger to my heart, ripping it apart all over again.
We were so damn close to saving her!
"You'll be fine," I spit out, my voice shaking with rage and sorrow. "We will get through this!"
But as the pain and grief cloud my vision, I realize that nothing will ever be the same.
The connection Megan and I built while facing hell has been obliterated by a bullet, and the crushing guilt of not being able to protect her is a burden I'll bear for the rest of my life.
and I can never forget what I did to her.
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