Chopper Cries の小説・ストーリー

My lips kept trembling as I tried to opened my eyes to look up at him. "Why? Why did you all do this to my mate? She doesn’t deserve any of this.” He asked Chloe who was standing by the door. He tried hard to move closer, but nothing was happening. The chains kept restricting him. "I swear on my life to give you all the worst form of death ever and trust me, I will. You all are going to pay dearly for this." He yelled in tears. However, it's like he was just throwing water on the duck’s back because Jimmy and Silas burst out laughing, followed by Chloe who had a very shrill and unpleasant voice to listen to.

Their presence reminds me about the reality that maybe I have ground under my feet, the sky above my head yet I am not free to walk on the ground, not to see the open sky as I please. After releasing a heavy sigh I sit on the stool which was on the terrace, the terrace is beautiful with the garden-like theme with plants pots around the boundaries, a swing, a small swimming pool before the swing. a Small hut-like structure above the seating chairs set-up. I wait there silently enjoying cold air, caressing my panicked soul. Soon silent environment broke down in bustling air, the roaring of the chopper's fan tearing air around it. I looked at the height where the chopper safely landed on the he

“Three, two—” A sharp crack cut through the air, not from the device but from outside. The chopper lurched violently, throwing me against Liam. He caught me, his arms wrapping around me as the cabin tilted, the team shouting over the sudden screech of alarms. Red lights flashed on the control panel, and the pilot’s voice crackled through the headset. “We’re hit! Something’s on the tail rotor!”

“We are not going to make it!” A tear leak when the former pilot yelled at the top of his lungs. I heard the gasps of agitation coming from the other passengers here. I lifted my head to see Ethan was doing his shot to fly this thing out of the heavy weather that is approaching us. “ETHAN!” I called his name because his veins were throbbing on his arms. His teeth were gritted together, and his eyes were angst. I called his name again, stretching out my arms just to reach him. However, I felt Harry’s grip on my dress, pinning me on my place because the chopper was spinning, and is acting up.

"I don't associate with people who have been publicly criticized, Chloe. I can't afford to have my name dragged through the mud as well." Chloe's anger boiled within her, reaching a tipping point. In a fit of rage, she unleashed her frustration by forcefully kicking a nearby chair, the resounding noise echoing through the hall. The sudden outburst sent shockwaves rippling through the crowd, their faces contorted with surprise and concern. Joan and the other girls fixed their gaze upon Chloe, their eyes filled with a mix of astonishment and disdain.

The decision to look up or not keeps haunting me. I don’t want to look up for fear that I may jam gazes with Christopher, but I also want to see him for the last time. After all, in his words, we may not see for a very long time. I finally look up to see him running, and then that’s when I recognize the loud noise of his chopper. The bird’s coming from the direction of our house, flying by over my head and moving to Christopher’s direction in chase of its owner.

Might as well go out swinging. But instead of getting angry, he just smirked at me like I was the dumbest person alive. The second I felt the chopper lift off the ground, all shame left my body. I pressed myself into his side like my life depended on it. "Oh God—" I squeezed my eyes shut and grabbed onto whatever was closest. My heart was trying to escape through my ribcage while my stomach flipped the moment I realized we were fully airborne. The helicopter tilted slightly and I screamed again, tears forming at the corners of my eyes. "I want to live! I still want to live!"

"Ahh, help!" Chloe screamed, but her cries were barely audible as Dennis clamped his hand over her mouth. His grip was strong, and she could feel the roughness of his palm against her lips, making it hard to breathe. Panic surged through her chest as she struggled, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs. The muffled sound of her own cries echoed in her ears, but no one could hear her. The street was eerily empty, and her hopes of anyone coming to her rescue were fading fast.

On this silent night, I can hear my silent cries the loudest. 🔸🔸🔸

“Kill as many as you can. The one with the least kills… well, you know how this goes.” Someone tossed Chloe her curved knife. She caught it, her grip firm despite the exhaustion. “Let the games begin,” Callum said with a grin. They started back-to-back, surrounded almost instantly. The vampires came hard, fast, like they had nothing to lose. Then, something shifted. Chloe froze. Her head tilted back, arms open. Her body jerked violently, and she screamed, a sound that seemed to echo in the room. Fell to the ground. When she stood again, her eyes were unfocused, her lips moving in a low chant. The vampires around her began to drop, writhing in pain. She didn’t seem to hear anything, not Hunte