" 𝗟𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗜 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝘁 𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗲𝘅𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲."
- 𝐘/𝐍
This fanfic is season 3 and season 4!
Art Credit: NxngOna
You are a member of the Ackerman Clan - an ancient and powerful group of fighters with excep...
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As I walked past several doors, I talked to some soldiers, looking for a quick stitch and needle so I could stitch it myself, but as I looked at the window, still flying away from Libero--
Thump!
I froze, hearing a sound from the back of the airship. It wasn't the usual creaking of the ship; it was a distinct, heavy impact.
"What was that?" I muttered, pausing mid-step.
Wait.
What?
Don't go there.
Why?
Just... don't.
If it's a threat, I can kill it.
It's not that.
Then what is it?
POP!
A gunshot rang out, echoing sharply down the narrow corridor. The sound was too close, too loud. My blood ran cold.
"The hell? Did someone accidentally shoot?" I said speed walking back to the entrance, The sooner I got closer, it was a group of soldiers shouting and yelling, not a cheer at all. My pace turned into a sprint, sliding open every door in my path.
"What was that?! Is everything okay--
A soldier lay on the floor, blood pooling beneath him. Jean and Connie knelt nearby, their faces pale with horror, and there, sprawled on the floor.
But I looked again to see the person I never thought would be on the ground.
"SASHA!"
I dropped to my knees beside her, my hands already shaking. Her eyes were half-closed, her breaths shallow and ragged. "Sasha! Hey, stay with me!" Connie's voice cracked as he pleaded with her, his hand gripping hers tightly.
