“Are you sure that she will survive?” The Fallen asked the angel as they both watched Amilia sleeping in an isolated room. “She will survive. That Shade won’t let her die just like that. She was waiting for this person to come for a decade just to get back at you. She was so into you.” The angel said. The Fallen can only shake his head at his comment. It was not unusual to hear his comment like that. He had been hearing it forever and now grew tired of it. “You need to be prepared when she wakes up. I don’t know if that Shade had escaped this body or not. It’s always better to be prepared.” After saying that, the angel disappeared into thin air. The Fallen was left alone at Amilia’s side. He looked down at her peaceful face and stared. “How did you come into this kind of situation? Is it my mistake when I saved you back then? I don’t know how to help you anymore.” Amilia was still asleep and the Fallen sighed. He is not waiting for a response but he sure hoped he would get some.
A hurricane hits Vegas for the fourth time this month. Everyone was in panic and nobody even expected this to be happening. The government was doing its best to do some damage control but it was still not enough. People are dying and many victims had lost their homes. The evacuation centers are full of the elderly, children, and pregnant women. All in all, everything was in chaos. “Dear citizens, we have everything under control! There is no such thing as scarce resources. There is nothing to worry about,” the mayor calmly announced the day after the fourth hurricane hit. “What are you talking about? Do not sugarcoat everything. We know that the government can no longer handle the situation. We are all going to die!” That statement made people in the evacuation center fell into a frantic panic. The marshals did their best to calm the people down but it was futile. They were so worked up in their life. The mothers were clutching their children close to their bodies while the men were
Amilia gasped as soon as she opened her eyes. She held the side of the bed tightly as if it was her lifeline. Her heart was beating loudly, she was afraid that it might destroy her ribs. She scanned the whole ceiling to calm her nerves. But the silhouette she saw in her peripheral vision caught her attention. When she looked down, she saw Zephyr standing at the foot of her bed and looking at her. He looked like the second time she saw him. During Stacey’s incident. He was hunched over as if there was a huge weight on his back. His eyes were focused on her and it was pure black, like a Stray’s. Amilia felt the shiver run up to her body out of nowhere. She pushed herself up to sit down and looked at Zephyr carefully. “Zephyr? What are you doing here? Where are the others?” Amilia inquired slowly. Amilia was afraid that he can hear the tremor in her voice. She doesn’t want to give herself away. She was on high alert, especially seeing Zephyr in that state. He might be dangerous. “Zeph
“Editha? What happened to her?” Linda, Lizzie, and Amilia raced towards Editha’s ward following the nurses. They were fetched by one of the nurses when they were alerted of an emergency in Editha’s room. They all rushed inside and found her empty bed. The nurses were quick to check on every room where Editha might be. But she was nowhere to be found. Amilia walked over to her bed and felt it. It was still warm. “She must still be around,” she muttered out loud. “Check on the security,” they all looked when a doctor came in and took charge of the situation. The nurses run outside to do what they’re told. The doctor went inside and face the three women standing there. He introduced himself briefly as he extended his hands toward Amilia. “My name is Doctor Baron; I was in charge of Mrs. Gerald. Who is the family?” “I’m her granddaughter,” Amilia answered politely. “Well, your grandmother wasn’t in some kind of immediate danger. She was also just resting but the alarm goes off when
Lizzie found Amilia lying unconsciously on the floor when she returned to get her. They were already at the scene when they noticed that Amilia was not with them. She kneeled beside her friend and tried to wake her up. Amilia was not responding. “Help! Nurse!” Lizzie shouted for help. One of the nurses walking in the hallway heard her call and was quick to help her. The nurse checked her pulse and when she felt a slow beat there, she called for a male nurse to help them put Amilia on the bed. Lizzie was just standing at the side, worrying for her friend. She didn’t think much of it and thought that Amilia fainted due to shock. She waited until her friend was settled down in the bed and the nurse told her that there is no major problem. She walked up to Amilia’s side and looked down at her. She inspected her friend’s face. She looked different from before. Her face looked weary and there is a dark shadow forming at the bottom of her eyes. Her cheeks were also sunken a little as an in
“Have you thought about it, Amilia? Have you found your answers yet?” Senna asked Amilia for the third time. All the previous questions were answered with a shake of Amilia’s head. And as Senna stared at her, she thought that her question this time might be answered with another shake too. Senna sighed and then Amilia sighed. “I still can’t figure it out. Maybe you just heard it wrong, Senna?” Amilia said to the little girl. “No, I heard you say it. You are to do something but you didn’t say what,” Senna answered. Lizzie was just watching the exchange at the side of the room. John had delivered their drinks and after putting them down on the table, he excused himself and went to where Linda was. The older lady was at the other side of the hospital doing some procedures regarding Editha’s demise. Lizzie looked at her friend, who at the moment had no care or some sort about the death of her grandmother. “Maybe you can remember it after a drink. Here,” Senna reached for the coffee on
“I have been waiting,” the Weaver said as he stared at Amilia. He was sitting on the couch; his back was leaning on the backrest and his arms were resting on the side of the couch. He looked very relaxed and was teasing Amilia but his tattered appearance of him was visible. There was also a Stray at his side looking menacingly at Amilia. Amilia stood there, looking at her living room. It was like that day all over again. They had invaded her home and were acting like they own the place. Amilia steeled herself and confront the Weaver. “What are you doing here?” Amilia mentally patted her back when she managed to ask that question without her voice cracking. She was nervous and scared even but she didn’t want the Weaver to know any of that emotion. She wouldn’t break down in front of him again. She was strong now and she would put a front just so she can put an end to this. “Miss me? I have been waiting for a long time.” the Weaver leaned back further on the backrest. “What, are yo
The Weaver screamed at the top of his lungs when a burning sensation crawled to his body from Amilia’s fingertip. It was so strong that it made his body got paralyzed. He fell to the ground and was writhing in pain. Amilia watched the scene unfold and she can’t help but wince every time the Weaver screamed in agony. She didn’t know what was happening. She only pointed her fingers toward him and did nothing else but see his reaction like that, it looked like she did more than point her finger. But whatever it is that she had done, it hurt the Weaver. That made Amilia question something. How did the Weaver gets hurt? The Weaver was still crying in pain and the more he moves the more the pain travels through his body. he had managed to throw Amilia a piercing gaze and screamed, “Bitch, what did you do!” The same question, Amilia wanted to ask but she just didn’t know to whom. “It’s not me!” Amilia backed to the door and when she heard Lizzie’s voice on the other side, she contemplated