"DREW!!!!" I scream; my voice shrill.
Suddenly; that wretched woman'svoice echoes in my mind.
I will torture your loved ones....
I blink my eyelids trying to see against the whipping wind and darkening rain clouds.
Drew is dangling on the other side of the terrace; with only his hands to support him.
He doesn't look terrified; more like confused.
He throws the bag containing the bomb towards me .
"Deactivate it Slyvia..." he chokes.
I shake my head; and approach Drew calmly.
The wind is blowing strongly; bringing tears to my eyes.
"I am saving you first; Drew." I say.
I think about calling for help; but I know it is useless. Drew is losing his strength fast; and I need my arm strength to pull him back or else he would fall to his death.
I go towards the edge of the terrace ; my breathing even.
"No!! Slyvia don't help me now! The bomb-" Drew starts; but I cut him off as I hold his forearms and try to get him to my side.
"Slyvia..."He says; reasoning with me.
"I am not going to let you die; Drew." I say; surprised at how shaky I sound.
I won't let you die because of me.
I am lifting Drew up; but he whispers something in my ear; against the claps of thunder.
"Let me die; Slyvia. Believe me; I want to-"
But I don't let him finish.
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I draw in a sharp breath and use all my power and haul him to my side; just when a few drops of rain begin to fall.
Both of us sprint towards shelter on the slippery terrace; me holding the bag of the bomb.
We open the bag; not talking to each other.
It has only a minute before it goes off.
Without saying anything ; both of us work to deactivate the bomb.
It deactivates just as ten seconds are remaining.
I smooth back my hair and heave a huge sigh of relief.
Drew sits down on the ground as we look at theall ravaging thunderstorm before us.
I call the Head and tell about our progress. He seems satisfied.
I sigh.
Now to work on the case of Drew.
Turning towards Drew; I ask him the inveitable question.
"So; Drew. Why did you tell me to let you die?"
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Suffocated
HorrorADRENALINE RUSH IS LIKE MY ALCOHOL. I can't do it anymore now. I can't live the life that I lived. I must forget my past; I must forget what I've done. Or I will succumb to them. But my past is coming back to me. It's suffocating me. And I can't...
