Taboo: Bittersweet Revenge (Sequel)

Fight Fire with Fire

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(Christian's P.O.V)

The smell of the sea water; the sounds of the crushing waves; that's what I found myself experiencing the moment my eyes opened. Squinting at the bright sunlight, the memories come flooding back to me. I remember escaping from the base in Montreal with Noah.

To hear what happened to her, from Styles' own mouth, was more than I could bare. She's suffered too much already at the tender age of 22. Now, her memory loss meant I had a lot of gaps to fill in for her, that's if she was willing to trust me.

When I'm finally able to clear my vision and get my head straight, I feel the stab wound stinging fiercely at the sea water. And my shoulder was no closer to healing either, though still heavily wrapped in white gauze, I can feel the salt in the wound, literally.

Inspecting my surrounding, I realized Noah was further along the beach, but she wasn't moving. It was difficult to tell how long we've been in the water, so I don't know whether she's fine or not.

"Noah?.......", I yell out to her as I stagger up to my feet, rather unsteadily due to the injuries. But when she doesn't respond, that's when I go into panic mode. Speeding up my pace, I get a closer look at her from a distance. She's lying face down on the wet sand as her hair blew in the wind. "Noah....?" I yelled louder, waiting for a response, but it never came.

When I finally reach her, I bend down beside and checked her any signs of life, hoping not to get ahead of myself. I turned her over and rested her head gently against the sand, searching for any signs of life. I press my fingers behind her ear, and I take in a sigh of relief when her pulse in felt through my touch. "Noah...wake up...", I urged her, gently shaking her shoulders. The response was the same as last time, no response.

Gone were her soft red lips; replaced by faint blue, and her skin was much more pale than usual. "Wake up! Come on!" I urged her. Instinctively, I begin pressing my hands onto her chest, trying to revive her using CPR.

When I reached 10 compressions, I pinched her nose and breath into her mouth. Continuing the next 10 compressions was when I allowed panic to set it. She was unresponsive, and I had no idea where the hell we were to even begin to look for medical assistance.

I breath into her mouth one more time, hoping it would somehow make a difference. And when she still refused to respond, my panic turned into fear. "C'mon kid!" I yelled in frustration, and continued the compressions, unsure of what my next move should be if she doesn't respond to CPR.

With one last desperate attempt, I breath into her mouth. Soon after, she responds with several coughs to clear her from. I turn her to her side to expel any water she may have in her system.

When she recovers, she looks up at me with her emerald green eyes sheltered by her hand to block the sun, still hesitant. "How do you feel kid? You okay?" I asked her, relieved she was conscious but worried she had any internal injuries.

She nods hesitantly before I take in a much needed sigh of relief. "Where are we?" She asked, as she props herself up to take in the surroundings. But I was no closer to knowing where the hell we were than she she was.

I glance around, inspecting nothing but the beach as far as the eye could see."I don't know....", I responded. With my arm around her, I help up her to her feet, still unconvinced she felt well. And my prediction was confirmed when she seemingly collapses in my arms. My quick instincts pay off and I'm able to catch her before she falls to the sand.

"Are you really okay kid? Or was that just your trademark clumsiness?", I asked sarcastically. She returns a skeptical look, not of astonishment, but the "how did you know?" look. Before she had a chance to respond, the sound of voices from a far interrupts.....