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“You stole everything from me.”
The gun is heavy in Alicia’s hand, cold against her skin. Holding it level is hard – her entire body is shaking with rage as she stares down at the young girl. Charlie.
She should feel guilty, shouldn’t she? She’s holding a gun to a child’s head. But child or not, Charlie is a murderer. She was responsible for the fall of the stadium and all the deaths that occurred there. Her mother’s death. And Nick’s death, later on.
“Are you sorry?” she asks, but Charlie doesn’t answer. She quivers with fear until she doesn’t.
Bang.