All Chapters of Another Chance : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

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Chapter 101- What Comes Through

Rissa’s POV The moment my blood hits the ground, everything listens. Not the Hunters. Not Mark. Something else. Something deeper. The shadows stop moving, but they are not gone. They are waiting. Waiting for me. My heart is racing, but it does not feel like fear. It feels like recognition. Like something on the other side of that Door just became aware of me. Of us. “Rissa.” Mark’s voice cuts through the noise. Close. Steady. Real. He steps in front of me, his body shielding mine, his presence grounding against the pressure building in the air. But I can still feel it. The pull. Stronger now. Not wild like before. Focused. Calling. My fingers press against the cut on my shoulder. Warm blood slips between them, but the pain feels distant. It does not matter. Because something else is louder. Something is trying to come through. The air shifts. Not outward this time. Inward. Toward me. The shadows begin to move again, sliding across the ground like black water

Chapter 102

What I Refuse to LoseMark’s POVI see the moment she decides.It is small.Almost nothing.Just a shift in her eyes.But I feel it like a shock through my chest.“Rissa…” I warn.Too late.The air around us tightens.Not violently.Not like before.This is different.Controlled.Focused.Her power does not explode outward.It pulls inward.Everything bends toward her.The crack in the ground pulses once.Hard.Then again.The creature’s gaze sharpens.“You have chosen,” it says.Rissa does not look at it.She looks at the Door.“I am ending this,” she says.My chest tightens.There is something in her voice I d

Chapter 103

The Price that costs too much Rissa’s POVThe silence does not last.It never does.For one fragile moment, the world feels still. The street lies broken beneath us, dust settling slowly through the air, drifting like ash after a fire. My body sags against Mark, every muscle weak, every breath heavy.I can feel his arms around me. Solid. Steady. Real.Alive.That should be enough.It is not.Because beneath the quiet, something lingers.Not outside.Inside me.A slow pulse spreads from my chest outward, faint but unmistakable. It does not hurt. It does not burn.It waits.I swallow hard and lift my head slightly, scanning the ruined street.The tear is gone.The shadows are gone.The thing is gone.But the absence feels wrong.Like something stepped out of the room and left the door unlocked.Mark’s hand tightens slightly at my back. “Do not move yet.”“I am fine,” I whisper.It is not true.He knows it.But he lets it pass for now.Josh steps closer, his movements slower than before

Chapter 104

What Answers BackRissa’s POVThe line in the sky should not exist.I feel it before I fully see it.A thin fracture. Silver. Alive.It hums.Not like the altar.Not like the first tear.This one is quieter.Worse.Because it is listening.My chest tightens as the power in me locks onto it, drawn to it like breath to lungs. I try to pull back, to shut it down, to undo what I just did.It does not respond.It deepens.“Rissa.”Mark’s voice cuts through everything.Sharp.Grounding.I turn toward him, but the moment I shift my focus, the pressure spikes. The connection pulls harder, like something on the other side noticed me looking away.I gasp.“I cannot stop it,” I say.“You can,” he replies instantly. “You just did not expect it.”That would be easier.If it felt like mine.It does not.The fragment still stands a few feet away, watching me with that same quiet awareness. It does not move. It does not interfere.It waits.Like it knows what comes next.The Hunters do not wait.The

Chapter 105

What I Am Pulled IntoRissa’s POVThe world tilts.Not slowly.Not gently.One second I am grounded, Mark’s hand on me, Josh at my side, the street cracking beneath us.The next, everything rips.The figure’s grip tightens around my wrist and the force behind it is not something I can fight. It is not strength. It is not speed.It is ownership.“Mark!” I shout.His name tears out of me as I reach for him with my free hand.I almost make it.His fingers brush mine.Then the pull snaps harder.The ground disappears.The air vanishes.And I am gone.—I do not fall.I am stretched.Pulled through something that does not feel like space or distance. It feels like being dragged through memory that does not belong to me.Voices whisper past my ears.Not clear.Not whole.Fragments.“She is the one…”“Not ready…”“She will break…”I squeeze my eyes shut. “Stop.”The grip on my wrist does not loosen.The figure is still there. Still holding me.“You hear them now,” it says.“Shut up,” I snap

Chapter 106

What I Refuse to BecomeRissa’s POVThe pull does not feel like falling.It feels like being claimed.Cold fingers wrap tighter around my wrist, and the world bends violently as the fracture opens wider behind the figure. The street, everything stretches, distorts.“Rissa!” Mark’s voice tears through the chaos.I reach for him.“I’ve got you!” he shouts.For a second, I believe it.His hand catches mine.Warm.Solid.Real.The pull surges.Harder.My shoulder jerks painfully as both forces drag against me in opposite directions.“Don’t let go,” I gasp.“I’m not,” he growls.The figure tilts its head, watching us like this is all part of the lesson.“You cannot hold her,” it says calmly.“Watch me,” Mark snaps.The pressure spikes again.My vision flickers.The fracture behind the figure pulses, silver light spilling out in thin, jagged threads.It’s not just pulling me.It’s pulling something out of me.I feel it.A tearing sensation deep in my chest.Not physical.Worse.“Mark,” I ch

Chapter 107 – What I Won’t Lose Again

Mark’s POVThe word becoming sits wrong with me.It lingers in the air, heavy and unfinished, like a threat that hasn’t chosen its final shape.I don’t care what it means.I care about her.“Rissa,” I say, tightening my grip on her. “Stay with me.”Her body trembles under my hands.Not weak. Not breaking.Changing.I can feel it, and something in my chest twists hard.Not fear.Something worse.Recognition.“I’m here,” she says, but her voice sounds far away, like she’s speaking through a wall I can’t see.“No,” I mutter. “Not like that. Stay here.”Above us, the fracture flickers again. It looks unstable now, like it can’t decide whether to collapse or rip wider.I’m not waiting for it to decide.“Josh,” I snap. “We end this. Now.”“I’m working on it,” he says.But he doesn’t move.That alone is wrong.Josh doesn’t hesitate. Not ever.I glance at him, just for a second.He’s watching Ri

Chapter 108

What I Hold On ToRissa’s POVThe word becoming does not leave when the noise settles.It stays.It sits in my chest like something alive, something waiting to see what I will do next.The fracture trembles above us, thinner than before but still there. Still listening. Still pulling.I can feel it watching me.Not the way a person watches.The way something vast notices a shift in balance.Mark is still holding me. His grip is tight, grounding, real in a way nothing else is right now.“Rissa,” he says, lower this time. Careful. “Talk to me.”“I am thinking,” I whisper.“That’s what I’m afraid of.”Despite everything, I almost laugh.Josh exhales sharply somewhere to my right. “We don’t have time for a breakthrough moment. That thing is still open.”“I know,” I say.But I do not look at it.Not yet.Because every time I do, it pulls harder.Instead, I look at my hand.It is still shaking.Not from fear.From strain.From holding something too large inside a space that was never meant

Chapter 109

What I Will ProtectRissa’s POVThe silence after the fracture closes should feel like victory.It doesn’t.It feels like the moment before something worse begins.I am still on my knees when it hits me again.Not the pull.Not the connection.Something deeper.Quieter.Alive.My hand moves to my stomach before I can stop it.Instinct.Fear.No.Not fear.Knowing.“Rissa.”Mark’s voice is closer now, rough with something he is trying not to show.His hands steady me, pulling me upright.“Stay with me,” he says.“I am,” I answer, but my voice sounds far away to my own ears.Because I am not fully here.Part of me is… listening.Not to the sky.To myself.To the steady, fragile presence tucked beneath everything else.My breath catches.Not now.Not here.I force the thought down before it can fully form.Not because it is wrong.Because it is too right.Josh exhales sharply beside us. “We need to move.”I look up.The street is still broken.The Hunters that survived are pulling back,

Chapter 110

What I Choose to Fight ForRissa’s POVThe moment I turn and run toward them, everything sharpens.Not fear.Not doubt.Clarity.The Hunters surge forward, weapons raised, their formation tightening as they lock onto me. They think I’m breaking. They think I’m desperate.Good.Let them.Power hums beneath my skin, steady and alive, no longer chaotic. It listens now. It responds.To me.“Target acquired!” one of them shouts.I don’t slow.I push faster.The ground cracks under my steps, energy bleeding into every movement. The air bends slightly around me, distorting just enough to throw off their aim.A shot rings out.I twist.The bullet misses by inches.Another comes.Then another.Too many.I stop running.That’s what throws them.Confusion ripples through their line as I turn to face them fully.“Take her!” the leader barks.They close in.Fast.Disciplined.Deadly.I inhale slowly.Then I release.The power hits the ground like a pulse.A controlled wave.It doesn’t explode.It

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