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Chapter 64: Scar's Complexity

Rue Scarce

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The beautiful chandelier fell heavily against the man's body so fast that he didn't even see it coming. But in my eyes, I was seeing a slower version of it. I can even tell which side hit his head first.

Although I admitted that this man has a seven out of three chances that he isn't an idiot, those three chances caused his downfall.

One, he didn't frighten his hostages more that he already did. He could have shot one of the hostages so that his threat is well understood. Not doing so also means that he has no intention of hurting a person in the first place other than scaring them.

Two, he didn't bind the hostages first. He could have the upper hand had he bound my hands and feet. It shows how careless he really is and how he clearly underestimated his hostages. Not underestimating your targets is the number one rule in assassination.

And lastly three, I was one of his hostages. This isn't something that can be prevented but he already has the upper hand, seeing as I am not in perfect condition of facing him head on but nevertheless, he lost.

The crash sent flying shards of glasses and before they could hit me, I backed inside the dressing room and closed the door as a shield. For a woman with a barely protruded stomach, it would be strange to watch me moving this fast.

I can still hear the sounds of glasses probably rolling all around the place and I swear the ground shook. I waited for them to settle down after finally after two minutes, I opened the door and looked around.

The place was covered with dusts floating around like smoke and the supposedly beautiful chandelier broken over a body. Without a doubt it must be the man who pointed a gun at me and look at what that brought him.

"Helen? Serene?" I called, glancing around in search for the sight of the two of them.

"I'm okay." Helen's voice squeaked and I move towards the voice to find her body flooded with stacks of sandals and high heeled shoes with her arm sticking out. I can't even see her head.

Although I was still hesitant, I sucked a breath and grabbed ahold of her hand to pull her out. When I pulled her body out, she struggles to stay on her feet that she was swaying and her eyes were unfocused. The shoes must have hit her head and I wouldn't be surprised if she gets a concussion.

"Is everything... Alright?" She manages to ask, looking around.

I held her on both shoulders to steady her and nod my head in agreement.

"Everything's fine, Helen. Just pay no mind to the store."

I searched her body for injuries. Nothing seemed to be wrong aside from small drops of blood flowing from the wound on the side of her head.

I ripped a sleeve length from the curtains just behind us and wrapped it around her head to cease the bleeding. Once I was done, I urged her to sit on one of the cushion chairs to let her rest before heading for the other people in the room.

They finally got themselves out and it was a relief none of them had major injuries but one of them has passed out due to the shock.

Once the people outside figured that the doors are unlocked, they finally pushed it open.

Sighs of relief flooded the room and the cops rushed in to look for the culprit. The paramedics followed and I led one of them towards the injured woman behind me.

Serene rushed towards my direction, worry etched in her graceful features.

"Ebony, are you alright?" She held my hand in hers and I found them cold and shaking.