Page 68 of Under Fyre

“What is it?” I walk over, my eyes on the environment and not on Arrow until I’m right beside her.

She whines, ducks her head, and scratches at the ground.

I bend, stare, and slowly pick up a bullet casing.

As if touching it triggers some kind of empathic response, I immediately know who loaded this into his pistol. Who aimed it at Arrow. Who shot at my fucking dog.

Red.

He’s taken my Charlotte.

A man’s rough laugh echoes through my mind.

Arrow whines, and that’s when I realize I have hold of the scruff of her neck, gripping her, trying to hold onto reality.

But I can’t, because I’m having a flashback. First time in fucking years, and it happens now.

I’m powerless to stop it.

All I can do is let it play.

And watch.

Watch while Red destroys everything I’veeverloved.

The End

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