Rai gritted his teeth as he worked, forcing his aching limbs to cooperate. Every muscle screamed in protest, but he silenced them, pushing through the pain. His mind was sharper than his body, honed by years of combat and survival. The plan was set, and his heart beat to the rhythm of escape.
If he could free himself, he could reach Eli and warn her before it was too late. Zara's twisted organization had bigger plans than he initially thought, and if Eli wasn't careful, she would walk right into a trap.
Rai's fingers trembled, slick with sweat and blood as he fumbled with the lock, the remnants of his broken fingers still tingling from the brutal torture. Outside, the echoes of distant laughter mingled with the low chatter of his captors, their ignorance of his intent fueling his resolve.
He would break free. He had to. For Eli. Not because of love—those feelings had been eroded by betrayal—but at least as a friend. He owed her that much. Besides, he planned on getting a divorce once this was over. Eli deserved more than a half-broken soldier, and Rai couldn't live with the lie any longer.
With a final push, the chains loosened, clattering softly against the cold floor. Rai's breath quickened in exhilaration as his freedom became tangible.
The time to act had come.
He rose slowly, feeling the weight of his injuries, but his mind was already racing ahead. He had to escape this nightmare, and he would save Eli—no matter the cost.
Meanwhile, across the decaying city, Eli stood in a dark room, her eyes fixed on the glowing holographic map displayed before her. The faint hum of technology was the only sound as she watched her friend, Commander Alaric Voss, tap into the city's CCTV network. Alaric had been her ally since the days of the Third World War, a tech genius with enough connections to break through any security system.
"There," Alaric said, pointing to a flickering feed. "I've isolated the last known location of Rai. He's being held in an old storage facility near the eastern docks."
Eli's heart clenched. The docks were a dangerous place, full of criminals, smugglers, and rogue factions left over from the nuclear war. But none of that mattered now. Rai was in danger.
"I'll head there immediately," she said, her voice steely. "If Zara's men have him, I need to get there before they move him."
Alaric gave her a concerned look, his brows knitting together. "Eli, you know it's a trap, right? Everything about this screams setup."
Eli nodded, already strapping on her combat armor, the sleek, radiation-resistant suit hugging her body like a second skin. She glanced at her plasma pistol, checking its charge before holstering it. "It doesn't matter. I can't leave him there."
Alaric sighed but gave a tight nod. "I've got your back. I'll stay connected to the feed and guide you as much as I can. Just… don't do anything reckless."
Eli's eyes darkened. "Reckless isn't an option, Alaric. Not this time."
The facility loomed before her, a shadow against the fractured skyline of New Haven. The remnants of the nuclear strike still scarred the landscape, jagged pieces of buildings reaching toward the ash-filled sky like broken bones. Eli moved swiftly through the ruins, her footsteps silent as she approached the building where Rai was being held.
The moment she stepped inside, her gut twisted. It was a trap, just as Alaric had warned her. Red dots from laser scopes danced across the walls, followed by the unmistakable sound of weapons cocking. The air buzzed with tension as figures emerged from the shadows—Zara's soldiers.
Without hesitation, Eli drew her pistol, her eyes narrowing in determination. She wouldn't let them take her without a fight.
"Welcome, Doctor Matheris," a cold voice echoed from the far end of the room. Eli's blood ran cold as she recognized the speaker. Adira Ashford, her former fiancé, stepped forward, his silver hair glinting under the dim lights, his face a mask of cruel amusement.
Eli's heart stopped. Adira was alive.
"Adira," Eli breathed, shock coursing through her. She had thought he was dead, killed in the chaos of the war, but here he stood, very much alive, and… different. His eyes held none of the warmth they once did, replaced by a cold, calculating gleam.
"Surprised to see me?" Adira's voice was smooth, but there was an undercurrent of malice in his tone. "I've been waiting for this moment, Eli. To see you again… and to bring you back."
Eli tightened her grip on her weapon, her mind racing. **Why was Adira here?** Was he working with Zara? "What is this, Adira? Why are you involved with them?"
Adira chuckled softly, taking a step closer. "Oh, Eli. You always were so naïve. Do you really think the world you're trying to save is worth it? Do you still believe our monarchy is worth it?"
Eli's jaw clenched. "Rai has nothing to do with this. Let him go."
"Doesn't he?" Adira smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement. "He's a pawn, Eli. Just like you. Zara knows it, I know it. But you and Rai—" he shook his head, mocking her. "You've always been so blinded by your ideals, by your devotion to your father and your loyalty to the monarchy. But tell me, Eli—haven't you seen what the monarchy has done to Rai? Hmm?"
Eli's heart pounded, torn between her mission to rescue Rai and the unresolved past with Adira. His words struck deep, dredging up the painful memories of her father's actions, the monarchy's betrayals, and Rai's suffering.
"Make your choice, Eli," Adira said, his voice dripping with venom. "Come with me, and I'll explain everything… or watch Rai die."
The choice hung heavy in the air, Eli's heart torn between two impossible paths—the truth Adira claimed to offer and the fate of Rai, her childhood friend and the man she swore to protect.
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