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Death and flightFriday, 13 April. 0234hrs.
Singapore
Catherine
In life there usually is one thing that you would want to avoid or skip completely.
For Catherine, it is the scene she is currently witness to: two men fighting for their lives, one of theirs nearly spent.
Allen wanted her to leave; she refused, and chose to stick with him, watching the cruel one-sided fight.
“Run, Cat! What are you doing?” Allen’s ragged voice broke the silence, sparks flying in the air as he parried another strike, seemingly effortlessly by the bad guy in a top hat with some weird name…
“I’ll wait a while more. This play is getting boring.” the bad guy said, his previous words still resonating in her head like a bad nightmare, shaking her.
“Run, you hear me, Cat, run! Don’t get near me!” Allen was emphasising the exact thing Catherine was not wanting to do. Tears was, once again, flowing freely, yet there was no tall guy to hug him, comfort him. There was only a live horror play, making her feel like crying even more.
Allen blocked another hit, but the force of it pushed him back at an impossible distance, all the way back to Catherine, standing three metres back. Catherine rushed over to help her up.
“I doubt I can survive this. Do not choose to stick with me. Run. Live on your life, at least as a part of me.” Allen whispered into her ear, her tears dripping onto his face.
“Don’t cry,” he said, voice turning hoarser with every second, “You don’t look nice is you cry.”
She smiled sadly; wiping away her tears from her face, trying to look at him, when he saw that he was smiling too. Smiling at their last time together.
He forced himself to stand up again, using the chipped blade to push himself up, where she ran, and he stood.
A blade moved impossibly fast, and it Allen’s heart. Pulling out the blade, he looked for Catherine, but the crying girl had already left. Living on for him.
