EMMALYN: The Cage Fighter

PROLOGUE

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“Third Person’s POV”

Inside an 11th floor building, on the uppermost floor, in a dark room, there Emmalyn was standing. Although her eyes were teary, there was intense rage and hatred present in them.

Her right hand was slightly lifted while the fingers of her hand were wrapped around a semi-automatic P90 pistol and it was accurately aimed towards the man in front of her. The man whom she once loved wholeheartedly.

"Please forgive me," Between numerous dead bodies covered in blood and multiple wounds, a man’s begging voice echoed the surroundings while breaking the silence the place held.

Looking at the rapid breathing and the facial expression, it was clear that she was battling between the feelings she had towards the man who was kneeling in front of her. Although his hands were clasped, revealing he was seeking an apology, Emmalyn seemed not affected by the pleas.

She closed her eyes and pressed her eyelids tightly before exhaling a long puff of air. She moved the palm of her left hand all across her face, which showed that, despite the hatred, a part of her heart still beat for him.

"Why?" her voice barely came out. It was filled with unexplainably deep emotions. Emotions of hatred, being betrayed, fear, sadness, love...

“I’m sorry...” Drops of tears started to fall from the man’s eyes as he struggled to utter the two-word sentence.

“Why?” Emmalyn repeated her question, but this time the tone of her voice rose. Her brows knitted to one another.

Witnessing the rage in her voice, the man’s sobbing increased. Tears falling from his eyes rolled down to his manly cheeks, down to his thinly trimmed beard, and to the floor.

Through his tears, drop by drop, it was forming a mini pool on the floor. Emmalyn did not hang back and stood in the same posture.

“I... I... I was...,” the man trailed off as it seemed almost impossible for him to complete the sentence.

“I knew you had no answer to give. Because it was only me who loved you. It was never two-sided. Your flowery words were only to manipulate and tilt me towards you for your own beneficence.” Emmalyn gritted her teeth before holding the gun in her other hand.

“I know you still love me and that’s what stops you from shooting me,” the man uttered in a grieving voice.

“No!” Emmalyn yelled before adding more to her sentence, “you still don’t know me. I hate liars. There’s no way I would forgive the one who mistreated my trust.”

She skillfully loaded the gun and aimed back at the man. The same man who taught her how to handle a gun. It was when the flashbacks of the happy moments they both spent crossed her mind.

He was the only man she had been with. The only man who made her realize she was a woman. The only man who made her fall in love.

But she never thought she would be deceived by the one whom she believed as her whole world.

“You don’t deserve to live!”

The next moment, she wrapped her index finger around the trigger and applied force on it. The images of how she met him began conquering her mind.

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