Dreams will always become reality the second you open your heart to all the possibilities in the universe. Desperate to get out of her chaotic life, Ansel Ru finds herself wrapped in between dimensions. With Angelo hiding behind her shadows through...
"There is no escape from a Mamba's hunt for they are venomous."
"Watch me," she provoked. "I'm going to leave this place once my job is done."
"So," Ansel started, swallowing her saliva as she stared at him. "You are the coward that abducted me here and tied me like some kind of lab rat?" she teased. "Always doing his dirty little job, Daniel."
Daniel's boots clicked as he took his steps forward towards the arrogant girl being strapped to the chair, not knowing her own fate. Ansel stared at Daniel's malicious features with disgust written all over her face. Those sharp jawlines, small eyes, and high nose – she wished she could skin them off. How does she wish she is free from these strings and ripped those out like rotten meat? Ansel shifted her glance to the other two men guarding the door proudly as if the door might get robbed.
"Where is the bag, Ansel?" Daniel questioned, taking out a knife from his pockets as he raised his eyebrows as if giving her a warning. "Do not play the fool with me, alright? You of all people know what I am talking about."
Ansel snorted. A playful laugh escaped her lips dangerously as she studied the knife. Typical – she thought. Daniel would have the chance to get a better weapon, but there he was carrying the same knife he had been carrying back then. The same knife that flooded a dark memory of red. She smirked.
"You think, that," she said as she tilted her head to point at that knife. "Is going to make me talk? Then, you are wrong, worm head. I do not know and wish not to know about whatever bag you are asking for. What bag?" She giggled and laughed, throwing her head back.
"Hm? Really? Is that so?" challenged Daniel, his eyes studying her expression carefully, not to miss out on any details. "Do you think that low about what he can do? He is more capable than you can ever think of and..."
"Blah... Blah...," cut Ansel mischievously. "You are going to tell me he owns a group of killing machines that can hunt me down no matter where I am. Are you not tired of it? Lurking like a worm and shadow around him?" Ansel challenged dangerously.
Ansel pressed her lips into a thin line and watched as Daniel's eyes squinted at her words. She was no sun but her words burnt him internally. Ansel studied Daniel's hunched shoulders while he walked towards the table at the opposite side of the room. Reaching out, she felt the knot precisely. Carefully and slowly, she untangled the knot based on the way it was tied. Being a master of knots, this was easy for her.
The group began to gather around as they discussed something so silently that she began to feel like it was a lullaby. She would have fallen asleep due to fatigue, but if she does doze off now, she might not be able to see the sun tomorrow. Out of a sudden, a sharp ring cut through the air. It emitted from his pocket and Daniel cursed at the sound before glancing at her, moving to the other corner.
Taking this chance, Ansel began to untangle the knot around her arms. Swiftly and silently, she removed it and tightened her grip on it in her fist. She was ready to use it as a weapon. While everyone was staring at Daniel waiting for news, Ansel bit onto the rope before bending down to untangle the knot on her legs. She could almost hear her own heart pounding against her chest as if demanding an exit.
Once she was free from any ropes, Ansel stood up, holding both the ropes in her arms. It was then, the lady turned around, spotting her moving away and it was the sign for her to bolt.
"She is getting away!" the lady shouted, her voice cut through the silent night while she ran and pulled out the gun from her side. "Don't let her leave! Get her!"
The sound of clicking boots were nearing her. Ansel's heart raced at the sight of it. She clutched the rope tightly to her chest as if her life depended on it. They wanted something from her, clearly, it meant they will not kill her. Hanging the rope around her neck, she reached out, kicking the chair with one strong blow and bolted through the back door. The screams did not bother her. In fact, she focused on escaping.
Sweat was trickling down her forehead. It was cold sweat and her working attire was soaked. Her heart was bouncing endlessly and it seemed to be searching for an escape from the confinement of her bones. Her legs were threatening her speed due to an increasing ache because of the force she had exerted in order to escape.
Run - that was the only thing rolling around her mind.
She knew of her own mistakes. They said humans make mistakes and it is a norm, but to her, the mistake she made was a disaster to her life. She wasn't given a second chance. She was thrown into a world of chaos. With help, she disappeared and erased her trace, but the chance was not on her side. Eight years, she spent away from trouble, but trouble seemed to have its own direction back to her. She now believes that what goes around, comes around. But, doesn't she deserve a chance?
Blood was clouding her sight. The sound of whistling kettle drove her away from reality and knives seemed to have clattered on the ground as if they were laughing at her stupidity. Trees seemed to be singing rustles of joy as they watched her fled. The stones that mopped the lands were eager to topple her down as if they were trying to tell her that she deserved it. Taking a sharp turn deeper into the forests, Ansel felt her eyes stung with tears, but she blinked them away.
Don't you dare cry, you idiot – she scolded herself mentally. You brought this upon yourself.
Ansel heard the sound of a gun firing in her direction. In split seconds, the scent of fresh metal began to sting her nose. A sharp pain coursed through her collarbones before it went numb. She stumbled, tripping over a thick root. The sound of vehicles stopping near her made her soul shivered, her blood clot, and her stomach emptied. She scrambled up to her feet only to feel a tight grip on her neck, dragging her up harshly from where she was.
"Where do you think you are going, Acute?"
A name she never thought they remembered and it was the start of her own apocalypse.
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