BULLET MADNESS

Angel was studying the walls of Ares' room, as she waited for Ivar, who had sought her out just a few minutes ago, to return with her breakfast order.

For the first time in a very long time, she felt the urge to ask for food, and she had actually done it with a smile on her face.

It felt even better that she had ridden herself off every form of guilt.

Her conscience was clear, as she studied the paintings on the wall, already forgetting her confrontation with Ava.

She had just stopped in front of a weird piece that caught her attention, when the sound of heavy successive shootings blasted in the air.

Her body froze in its spot, raw fear gripping her soul.

The guns didn't stop firing. Shots after shots continued, and she came seconds close to collapsing.

With the sound of the shots drawing closer, her body jolted, and began to vibrate.

Reflexively, she jumped on the bed, and covered her head with a pillow.