(Akira’s POV).“Akira, get down!”I saw Charles kick the table down and pushed me to the ground, shielded by that table. I was on the ground, cat like pose. Crawling my way to avoid bullets aimed at hitting my head.“C-Charles, what should we do?” I whispered to him, wherever he was. I could not see.“Stay down!”Furniture moved, glasses shattered, and the sound of the bullets snapped an object, or a person was heard. Excruciating pain. Stinging my eardrums.I could not focus as whenever I tried to move, bullets missed me for just an inch, “C-Charles!”I could not hear him. After calling his name a few times, I decided to take a peek on what was happening behind the table that had shielded me for several minutes.He was no longer in the room, but the sound of gunshots was still heard. What happened?“Akira! Akira!” the voice did not sound at all like my Charles.“Sebastian, is that you?” I blinked my eyes to have a better look at him.“We need to get out of here. Take my hand, Akira”
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