Supernatural Villain (Supernatural Captivity #3) - Avery Song Page 0,134
broadcaster continued to explain the events of chaos as multiple agents fought to keep Wilfried down.
My eyes suddenly caught onto Castalia as she soared to the ground and continued into a sprint towards the pile of men who were literally struggling to keep Wilfried down.
Marigold! Please go help Castalia. I think she's going to attempt to get the device off Wilfried!
"On the scene!"
We all seemed to hold our breath as the narrator went hard on explaining the unfolding scenarios around us.
"Princess Castalia seems to be on the scene! She's making a direct attempt to try and get something out of Wilfried's hand! Is that the device? More backup is making their way to the group!"
All of my attention was glued on Castalia, to the point that it felt like I was there with her, giving her all my support as she grasped the very device that had the identical appearance to the pocket watch device that I hid around my neck with magic.
"It looks like she's gotten something from Wilfried!" the announcer declared. "Now she's swiftly-"
Her voice was cut off as we all watched Wilfried scream out in rage, a blast of blazing energy surging out of him, sending everyone that attempted to keep him down in all directions and leaving Castalia to spin around to face a new threat.
In a swift movement, she slipped on the pocket watch necklace to free her hands while her dragon wings shot out of her back. The image seemed to fizzle out for a nanosecond, and I almost questioned if this was actually happening.
My breath got caught in my throat as we watched Wilfried pull out a gun and aim it directly at Castalia's chest, and nothing - not even my shrill scream - could stop him as he pulled the trigger.
The sound of the bullet should have been far away, but it was like I was right there at that very moment as the ringing sound of the bullet reached my ears, seconds before the piercing force went through what felt like my chest.
From the sight of fragmented glass and golden pieces, all I could do was stare at the vision of what was happening in the flesh as my mind realized that the bullet not only went through my chest but destroyed the pocket watch in the process.
The device...is broken.
This was the most real level of pain I'd ever experienced. I felt every strand of agony - from the physical pain that coursed through me like venom rushing through my bloodstream to the emotional shock of accepting the fact that I was feeling exactly what my sister was feeling.
That my sister...Castalia...was shot.
It was as though we were in complete sync, and the overwhelming pain made black spots begin to flood our vision as our limbs seemed to lose the ability to keep us standing.
The world was still in slow motion as I began to fall backward. Another shot burst through the air and a hollow scream echoed around but faded away just as fast.
It felt like I was in two places at the same time, yet the action was the same - the sensation of falling to my doom.
When I hit the surface beneath me, it was hard to distinguish the dual sensations - one being of a hard flat surface that only confirmed my fallen status in my mind while the other was like an array of hands that caught me at the last second to cushion my fall.
No matter what was happening all around - the sounds, the pleading screams, the flow of warmth in the form of a liquid that escaped the open hole in my body - I could only focus on the synced emotions I felt with my sister.
With my twin...who was beginning to slip away.
I didn't know what to do. How could I get her out of this situation? I wanted to move, but all my sense of feeling slipped away from me, just like my consciousness that began to wither away.
One minute I saw multiple men trying desperately to reach me as my eyes begin to close, while the next minute I saw the fearful eyes of Lokisura. I wanted to say that everything was going to be okay. That I could easily survive a bullet, just like my strong badass sister, and yet, words couldn't escape my throat that felt like it was closing off.
Everything was coming to a close - including my determination to fight.