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The following chapter contains mature contents that can be found triggering (physical violence, psychological abuse, mentions of sexual assault, mentions of puking). It can be considered triggering for SA survivors. Readers be advised.
Her eyes grew bigger, recognizing the first silhouettes as part of the SWAT team, quickly moving next to the nearby walls as they aimed to make their way inside the building. Soon after that, she started to notice the appearance of familiar faces, her teeth clenching every time her aim targeted one of them. Suddenly, she felt the same pressure she once experienced when she had to point her rifle at Céline, the dreadful image of her collapsing in front of her eyes shattering her soul once again.
"Prepare yourself to aim. One of the FBI agents," Bogdan announced, tightening his grip on the trigger. Her scope switched hesitantly from each and every one of them before finally settling position, earning a half-smile from Bogdan. "Ready?"
"Now."
A gunshot had been heard in the distance, bodies falling to the ground as one screamed. "Sniper!"
Spencer's eyes flew directly to search the windows, pupils moving left and right through each one until he spotted a black tubular object supported on the edge of the window. He suddenly felt the ground moving beneath him, falling on his back as a few brunette strands of hair glistened behind the rifle.
Dozens of bodies collapsed on the ground, hard to decipher which one was the really hit. Her body froze in position, left aghast and unable to remove her eyes from the dreadful image. "Get down!" Bogdan shouted, sheltered by the protection of the thick wall he chose to hide behind. Her image through the scope became covered in thick dust, bullets falling left and right as Bogdan dragged her whole body out of the way, taking his assault rifle barrel out the window and starting shooting endlessly.
"Hovno!" he cursed under his breath and Eleanor watched him squat beneath the window. "Get here and fucking kill them!" he scowled at her, turning his glare away from her once he noticed her trying to stand up.
Her wild-eyed gaze froze stuck on his back, fingers finding their way up to the back of her head once again, retrieving a bobby pin stuck between her hair and tightening her grip around it as she stabbed it in the side of his neck. His gun collapsed on the ground and he took his hand to the wound, blood filling the palms of his hands as he turned around. His eyes looked as if they'd fall out of his orbits, legs intertwining as he tried to reach her. She stepped back again and again and again until she felt the coldness of the white wall behind her, pressing her body closer in an attempt to try and pass through it. He detached one of his hands from the injury, blood flushing out faster as he tried to grab her. His gaze froze into place, collapsing on the ground at her feet under a pool of blood.
