Bullet Holes
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Last published Sun, Jan 24, 2016
The sound of gunfire echoed in the tiny room, hurting my little ears. The sound of heavy breathing startle every second as it's heard behind my weak, standing figure. I use the energy I had left to take a step forward and glance over my shoulder with my bruised head. There, the dark, human figure lying on the cold concrete. The shadows covering his eyes as he struggles to get up, but that's where he starts to growl.
"Vivian.."
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Vivian Grey, the targeted girl. She have answers that is yet to be answered when all the Red Hounds ask her. Red Hounds, the murders, the burglar and all those criminal people are joined together to find out a formula.
A formula so secret and special that no one knows except Vivian and her father. Vivian had been tortured for not answering the questions they ask her, not that she cared.
It's not until her friend betrayed her. And she betraying her friend.
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