A loud thud echoed through the room as their heads collided. A sharp pain throbbed in her mind, a relentless ringing that seemed to go on forever.
As she inhaled deeply, her vision momentarily blurred. Shaking her head, the haze began to lift, even with the persistent ache.
She shakes her head, the muddy vision becoming more clearer, despite the ache.
Scanning the area, she realize the gun wasn't in the same spot.
The gun must skittered away after the collision.
Her expression looks in his direction, seeing him breathing harshly after the collision.
A mocking smile crept upon her lips.
Take that, you bastard! It hurts like a rock!
The man rose to his feet, Dawn guess the headache subsided since he's moving without any signs of stumbles.
His eyes were fierced and wild, his hair's a wild mess, frizzy and wiry, unlike the neat hairstyle before.
Staying alert to his every move, she looks for the gun in the dim lit office.
The glow of the milky moon doesn't provide any sorts of help, the office was semi-darkness, only allowing them to see objects in the dark, enough for them to identity it.
Dawn felt her heart racing, the adrenaline coursing through her, keeping her on high alert. She took in the surroundings: the desk, the rolling chair, the computer, and the shelf. Suddenly, a bright smile spread across her face as her heart raced even faster.
I found it.
Glancing at him, she realized he had spotted it too. Their eyes locked once more as they both lunged for the gun one last time. With every ounce of strength she could muster, she sprinted toward it, her heart pounding in her ears, the thrill of the chase amplifying her senses.
She slid to her knees with a jarring thud, grabbing the gun just as she reached it.
The small, black gun was cold and frigid, but the weapon carried its deadly purpose.
Swiftly turning around, she aimed the small black weapon at him. He halted abruptly, his eyes widening in shock, pupils dilating like saucers.
A cruel smile appeared on her, eyes cold like ice. Her body was trembling from the nerves and the adrenaline.
Beat you, bastard!
The man pulled to a stop, his chest heaving, huffing and puffing, trying to catch his breath.
His heart was pounding so fast, like he can't get enough air in his lungs.
The gun in front of his face froze every thought, every movement within his body.
He knew - one wrong movement, she'll pull the trigger.
From his vision, he could see the decisive and a determined look on her face.
She wasn't afraid, despite the trembling in her body, there was no fear, no terror, or no fright.
Just one hard resolve.
Dawn could see him raising his arms, the cautioness in his stance, not making any sort of movement.
The room was thick with silence, broken only by the sound of their heavy breathing, a palpable tension hanging in the air.
With a determined voice, "Get down."
He met Dawn's eyes, noticing the seriousness reflected in her eyes.
Lowering on his knees with a quiet thud, despite his racing like a drum.
Dawn stepped closer, maintaining a safe distance to prevent any sudden moves toward the gun.
She gives a mocking smile. "What did you say earlier? That I was walking into my demise. Mr. Lewis, it seems you've walked into yours."
She notice a flicker of a wariness, mingled with annoyance - he wasn't accustomed being ordered around.
He was used to being in control and in charge.
That was about to change.
A mocking smile still remains on her face. "I'll ask again, who were you speaking to on the phone?"
Silence follows again, it drag on and on, till a gravely, rough voice breaks it.
"I don't talk to little girls. I have nothing to say."
Dawn narrowed her eyes, a simmering anger bubbling beneath the surface, yet she kept it in check.
Smiling softly as a feather. "Is that so?"
She circled him, her movements casual and unhurried. Her voice flowed like silk, smooth yet laced with cruelty as she leaned in close.
"If you don't tell me, Ashley won't be able to see the sun in the morning."
His eyes shrank, his breathing harshly, like he was running for a mile.
With gritted teeth, "You wouldn't da—"
A soft, mocking laugh burst out of her. A hand pressed on his shoulder, the pressure was light and bare, he could barely feel it.
The atmosphere was thick with a sense of suffocation and oppression, causing his back to become drenched in sweat.
It felt as though an unseen force was tightening around him, stifling his breath and leaving him gasping for air.
Dawn turned to face him, her gaze penetrating. The older man's features were marked by the weight of countless experiences, giving his face a hardened, rugged appearance.
However, a closer inspection revealed a crack in his stoic facade. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, betraying the immense pressure he was under.
With a gentle smile, her eyes radiated warmth, reminiscent of a blooming flower. "Are you ready to spill the beans now now?" He lifted his gaze to meet hers, finding kindness reflected in her eyes.
Yet, beneath that softness lay a hidden callousness, a shadowy depth filled with unspoken burdens and dark secrets waiting to be unveiled.
How can this ordinary girl's lived an ordinary life, who was brought to this school, carry a hidden darkness?
Easing his stiff neck, he spoke with a croaked voice.
Although the reluntances could be heard, her eyes a flashed a gleam light, where anyone couldn't see it.
"Alright. I'll talk."
Dawn meets Kitty's gaze, who appears taken aback by the unexpected turn of events, and steps closer to catch every word.