Rewriting My Heart's Fate

Yvan didn't stick around either. He headed straight back to the banquet hall.

Madison and I exchanged a glance, both of us trying to figure out what just happened.

"What was that about?" Madison asked, furrowing her brow. "What's Yvan up to?"

"Probably something sketchy," I muttered. "Looks like Yvan's definitely planning something big. Do you think it's tied to Murphy?"

"Could be." Madison nodded. "Those two already have some history. They might be working together."

We were still talking when we heard a muffled crash echo further down the alley, followed by a woman's scream.

"Help!"

It was a bloodcurdling shriek that made my skin crawl.

Madison and I jumped, then turned to see where it came from. In the dim light, we spotted someone lying on the ground, completely still. Standing over the body was a masked figure holding a weapon.

"Oh my God!" I gasped, instinctively taking a step back. "Is t-that a person?"

her voice trembling. "N-No

in what we'd seen before the masked figure seemed to notice us. He snapped his head up, looking straight

Madison with me as we bolted. Footsteps pounded behind us. He was chasing us with his knife

the alley as fast as I

on my heels, breathing

someone? We need to call the police!" she gasped,

wildly. "Don't even think about it! You want to end up back in prison, you

our lives, darting through tight alleys, twisting and turning until we hit

wall. We

We're screwed!" Madison cried, despair rising in her

figure closing in. I gritted my teeth and said, "You climb over

the masked figure, getting into

step back, he moved closer. But as soon as I lunged, he pulled back. It felt like he was

solid kick right between his legs. He flinched, and the knife dropped from his hand, hitting the

kicked him in the face, sending him crashing to

from the other side of