Chapter 123

Alita laid there unconscious and dying slowly. The same feeling of feeling your life leave you, the same visions of her life before her eyes, it all came back.

She had had that experience twice now this was the third. She held on to the life that only slipped away the longer she laid there.

Benson came home, ordered the door to open and the sight he saw brought him down to his knees. There was blood everywhere and Alita was lying on a man dressed in black looking like an assassin someone had sent to kill her. He crawled towards her, unable to utter a word. He felt literal pain sear through his chest to his heart. He pulled his phone from his pocket with shaky hands and dialed 911.

It rang through and an attendant picked but all he could say was, "something bad has happened and then the phone slipped out of his hands to the ground and all the sound around faded into scammghtening silence. He couldn't his eyes as he prayed to wake up from the bad dream. It had to be a dream. She could