✁ . . . 024. ❝ Let me handle Bayon. ❞

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ᥫ᭡ ❛ FALLING ❜ ♫

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ᥫ᭡ ❛ FALLING ❜ ♫

a ray tpn fic ! ˎˊ-

024. ━ ❝ LET ME HANDLE BAYON. ❞ ✩

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DISCLAIMERS !

strong language , angst , violence , detail of death/injury

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SONYA'S BREATHS CAME in pretty heavy as Madison and Sandy dragged her away.

With their help, she regained her footing.

One more left.

This area is full of traps. We have the advantage of terrain.

He has no mask, we have a sniper.

Sonya thought, her heart going at a milliom miles a second.

Just calm down.

Keep cool and kill him.

Sandy and Madison held onto Sonya, making sure that she was okay.

All three of them watched as Nous cried, cradling Nouma in his arms.

You have no fucking right to be crying.

Madison thought, her jaw clenching in anger.

Sandy gently placed his hand on hers, giving her a small smile.

How dare you be sad after killing our family so joyfully.

I don't feel sorry for you.

I refuse to feel sorry for you.

The three turned around to run before a sickening crack filled the air, it stopped them in their tracks.

Madison turned around hesitantly, fearing the sight that she was about to see.

Her eyes widened as she saw Nous eating Nouma.

What?!

She asked herself, her heart sinking as she raised her gun at Nous and was about to fire when another shot rang out.

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