Rebirth Into My Second Chance

My spirit hovered anxiously around Scar Man and his crew as they trailed closely behind Max's car.

"Boss wants this guy gone for good, no postmortem," Scar Man declared, securing a menacing mask over his face. They couldn't risk exposing themselves during the hit.

Panic-stricken, I sped into Max's car, desperately pounding on his steering wheel, urging him to floor it. If they caught up, it would spell trouble. But Max couldn't see or hear me.

Just as Scar Man's car seemed about to close in, my heart leaped to my throat. Then, out of nowhere, a sly grin spread across Max's handsome face, and with a swift drift around a bend, he left Scar Man's vehicle in the dust. I breathed a sigh of relief. Max had been clued in that they were tailing him all along.

But driven by a vendetta, Scar Man relentlessly pursued once more. Ahead lay a narrow mountain pass, its other side dropping sharply into a cliff, a perfect setup for what would appear to be an accidental crash. No wonder Scar Man was so confident they could take Max out there.

"Dr. Hilton, watch out for the cliff!" I blurted out, even though I knew he couldn't hear me.

But, he peeked in the rearview mirror, checked out the cliff, and floored it around the bend. My heart raced as Scar Man attempted to ram Max off the road at the curve.

I covered my eyes, dreading to look, only to hear a loud crash. I prayed it wasn't Max.

A scoff broke the silence. Peeking through my fingers, I saw Max unscathed, speeding away from danger.

vehicle crumpled against the mountain, blocked by a cascade

cover will be exposed

going to explain this to the boss? We're done for

ground, glaring up as if he could see me. Just that look sent

had to follow them to protect Max from their schemes. I couldn't bear the thought of him getting hurt because of me,

Scar Man, we arrived at

base, eerily similar to

house where

although it wasn't the same mountain. We had hiked

dark

a metal basin, cursing, "If you two hadn't killed that

talking

burning her would erase all traces, but the fetus's DNA

of despair streamed

me, and had it

Ronald would uncover