Jasmine's POV:
"It happen...so slow,Everything was a blurr...Now I don't know where I stand...if I'm ok.. but now I'm stuck, driven back to the question: where do I stand?"
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Bang*
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*Bang*
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*Bang*
No One's POV:
After those shots were chaos, people screaming sirens alerting and troops emerging over the insane women that kept laughing, but for this day, everything will change, as a man whom never cried and screamed before.
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**Minutes before**
Jasmine's POV:
She panicked, thinking quick her knees throbbed softly as the shots were fired only standing soon she realized the bullets were aiming at her. She struggled as she ducked painfully on the ground as she crawled with the gun now being pulled to his lover, she hurried before it was too late, shoving her lover who she commit to away from the powerful snap of gun powder.
*Bang*
"....."
-Everything was quiet, only her heart racing that soon turn to slow steps, her ears ringing with a drawn of blood running down her chest she wanted to vomit, pain aching everywhere as she coughed up the red venom her breaths hard to set free from her heavy chest, her eyes wandered around with pupils slowly dilating with a focusing daze out, soon her mind went dark, black pitches of streams spread out towards her sight, before she slipped out her last sudden cold breath before she went into a nice warmth of bed.
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Miguel's POV:
"...What the hell did you do?!"
Beth: "I shot her....your turn..."
He softly sobbed his eyes wrinkled with dark circles cradling the dying women in his arms rocking as he felt weak to move, not wanting to move, as blood pressed against his hand as he kept pressure on her chest sniffling with a sudden gag for words, he felt weak. He couldn't do anything even if he tried.
"He was gonna die anyways.."
Accepting the pain before troops flood over he screamed as none helped the young women, but only grabbing the girl hostage and arresting for a murder of an infant other.
He soon was pulled off as he only struggled seeing the scientist with a solider carrying her out without any respect to confirm her history, he was a mess, having her blood against his white tux vest heaving deep gurgling cries as he feel to his knees, by minutes people continuing their days as such, nothing happened. He was drawn to hope of her survival, aching as he stood with blood lost of his own, before being pulled and tugged gently by his maid.
Mary: "lets go....c'mon dear.."
He couldn't help but walk along against her for support as he leaned slouching from the bleeping pain of his veins and tired muscles
He softly sighed with another soft cry which the maid comfort from his lost of grief, or yet so?..
"Y-yea...just take me home, and order a nurse for me please..."
Mary: "yes sir.."
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No One's POV:
Everything shifted for the two, he didn't seem interested in finding out if she was yet, still alive or if she'll come back, he had doubts, many doubts. Yet he kept living and going through life much slower than it was, he went back to gambling and even sex with other women rich or not, he was rich enough to make the peasants shut up, so why not? He became more...wicked and grouchy, his tone sharper and more stern whenever he met up with men his group or even towards Mary, his whole life seem to put a different perspective upon, "fantasies" and "happily ever after" he put depression before himself, he never yet opened or trusted anyone since that day, all he could say, he really hated people.
And what about the girl?? No one knows, well, not yet, some say she died, others said she survived and have a transplant from the wounded structure, which sounds ridiculous, or maybe experienced for more body parts, or special smelling perfume from rotten flesh, but for sure, many of the victors hope she survived, so she could become like one of them, teaching her the hard ways and the truth of those rich hound dogs with all the glory and fam from their dirty work from scratch, as this day might even come as a start of Revolution, a inspiration to become..free.
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Author's Note: Ayeeeee I finished this oneeee stay tuneee kitties 💖💖 ;)
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The Dirty Truth.
Random"Where do we go from here?.." he'd asked, scratching the back of his neck, gazing gently with question. She'd kneeled examining the dead corpse, before swiftly taking the rifle, clicking with a load she stood with a glare. "...Not sure, but lets kic...
