Just as her fingers wrapped around the gun, Lucas closed the gap. The female hijacker turned quickly, raising her weapon. Her breathing was heavy, but her aim remained firm despite her injured leg and arm. Years of training allowed her to fire instinctively, even in such a desperate state.
Lucas also didn't hesitate. He pulled the trigger again, firing a series of shots. Time seemed to slow down as both guns went off at almost the same moment.
Her bullet hit first, striking Lucas directly in the chest. The force knocked him off balance, his body moved backward as the sharp pain ripped through him. Blood began to spread across his shirt, but his finger remained on the trigger.
In quick bursts, two bullets fired from Lucas's gun. The first hit the hijacker in the stomach. The second bullet struck her shoulder, forcing her backward as her body twisted and then fell to the floor. A pool of dark, red blood quickly spread beneath her as her weapon slipped from her hand, hitting the ground with a dull sound. Her strength drained quickly, the adrenaline that had kept her moving gone, leaving her completely still.
Suddenly, Lucas felt a surge of adrenaline, his focus narrowing on taking down the last hijacker before his time ran out. Blood poured from the wound in his chest and dripped onto the floor, but he didn't care.
Then he shifted his eyes to the knocked-out bearded hijacker lying nearby and aimed his gun at him.
Lucas pulled the trigger.
Bang!
The bullet hit the hijacker in the head, a splatter of blood hitting the nearby cabin carpet. The terrorist's body twitched briefly before going completely still, His lifeless form now lay on the floor.
Lucas's strength faded, and he fell to the ground. His body hit the floor with a dull thud as his breaths became shallow. Blood continued to flow from his chest, pooling around him. His vision blurred, and the world grew quieter with each passing second.
Nearby passengers, who had been hiding and shielding themselves with bags and jackets during the gunfight, peeked out cautiously. As the sound of gunfire stopped, they slowly turned their heads toward the aisle.
The sight was grim. Two bodies lay motionless in the middle of the plane—the female hijacker and Lucas. Further back, the bearded terrorist's body lay motionless, blood dripping onto the carpet. Toward the front, the first hijacker's corpse was still lying awkwardly from where it had fallen earlier.
One passenger, a man in his forties with glasses who seemed to be a doctor, unbuckled his seatbelt and hurried toward Lucas. He squatted beside him, carefully checking for a pulse. As he leaned closer, his face grew serious. Lucas's chest no longer rose, his eyes stared blankly, and his body was completely still.
Shaking his head, the man said quietly, "The bullet hit his heart. The young man who fought the three terrorists alone is dead," he announced. He stood up slowly and returned to his seat.
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As Lucas lay on the cold floor of the plane, his vision blurred and the sound of the world around him began to fade. The sharp pain in his chest becomes dull, replaced by a strange warmth spreading through his body. For a fleeting moment, he felt… free. It was as if his soul had broken free from the limit of his body, floating weightlessly in an endless expanse of stars. The darkness around him shining with faint, golden lights, like tiny portals calling to him. He felt calm, almost happy, as if the weight of his entire life had been lifted.
Suddenly, the peaceful and calm feeling disappeared. A violent force swept through the space around him, and before he could understand what was happening, a black hole opened in the star-filled void. The peaceful lights vanished as an overwhelming pull drew his soul toward the black hole. He felt himself being pulled into it, faster and faster, the calm replaced by confusion. Then, without warning, the black hole collapsed shut behind him, leaving Lucas in total silence.
He drifted through an unending, dark expanse for what felt like hours, or perhaps seconds—it was impossible to tell. The void was vast, empty, and cold. As he floated, faint whispers surrounded him, too quiet to understand. Then, in an instant, everything changed.
Lucas suddenly felt gravity again, his body pulled downward as he passed through what seemed like a gentle light. The darkness shattered, and he opened his eyes to find himself standing in a new place.
The world around him was bright and full of life—a lush, green landscape filled with trees that moved gently in an unseen breeze. The air was fresh, carrying the faint scent of wildflowers. The sky above was a soft blue, with golden sunlight spreading across the land. Despite the peaceful scenery, Lucas's gaze was immediately drawn to the figure standing in front of him.
It was a man—or at least, something that resembled one. The being's entire body was smooth and white. Its skin had no imperfections or scars. It wore no clothes, and Lucas noticed that even its lower area was featureless—there was nothing there, no openings, nothing to indicate its gender. Its face was strange and otherworldly, with glowing red eyes, sharp features, and a faint smile that gave it an unusual calmness.
Its short white hair was neat and soft, gently framing its white face. Its presence was overwhelming yet oddly calming, as though it existed on a plane beyond mortal understanding.
Lucas, his breath heavy and unsure, took a cautious step forward and he asked, in a calm tone "Are you a god?"
The being tilted its head slightly, its glowing red eyes fixed on Lucas with an unreadable expression. The world around them seemed to hold its breath, the only sound being the moving of leaves in the distance. It said nothing….
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