Saved

*Chapter 1: Saved*

The city streets were alive with the sweet aroma of wetlands. A young woman, wearing a helmet and headphones, raced her friend on their bicycles. "I'll gap you!" she shouted.

"Not a chance!" her friend responded, pulling ahead. Suddenly, the woman heard a clank. Her friend's chain snapped, causing her to fall to the ground.

The woman looked up, realizing that her friend had continued riding. She called out, but her friend couldn't hear her.

She cursed out "fuck"

She looked around for sign of any help but she didn't see.

She heard the sound of thunder rumbling and felt rain pouring from the sky.

The rain started to pour down, soaking the woman as she pushed her bicycle. No one stopped to offer her a lift, and she cursed her luck. "If only I'd known," she thought, "I never would have agreed to that bicycle race."

As she walked, cars zoomed by, splashing water onto her already drenched clothes. Suddenly, she heard a loud bang. Turning around, she saw two cars collide on the side of the road.

As three men emerged from the car responsible for the crash, the woman quickly concealed herself, spotting a gun in one of the men's hands. The men dragged a young man from the car, forcing him to his knees. His bloody face was washed by the falling rain as the woman desperately searched for a way to help.

Cars sped by on the road, unconcerned with the commotion, leaving the woman and the wounded man alone in the rain. She fumbled with her phone, hoping to call the police, only to find it waterlogged and useless.

As the men forced the wounded man to his knees, she searched for anything that could help.

The men, now gathered around the wounded man, raised their weapons and demanded he say his final words. The woman, hidden nearby, searched desperately for a way to help. She spotted a stick and, hoping to attract attention, slammed it repeatedly against the horn of her bicycle, producing a shrill, screeching sound.

The men turned, alerted by the noise, and shouted into the rain, "Who's there?" The woman, her heart racing, continued to strike the horn, praying that someone would hear and come to their rescue.

The men, startled by the noise, spun around, guns raised. "Who's there?" they shouted into the darkness.

The woman, heart pounding, continued to sound the horn, as loud and as long as she could. Finally, one of the men broke from the group and started to approach her hiding spot.

With nowhere to run and no help in sight, she knew she had to act fast. Gripping the stick tightly, she prepared to defend herself.

One man broke from the group, heading to her hiding spot, when a speeding car nearly hit him.

The assassin quickly step back and the car didn't hit him.

The driver of the car stopped but didn't come out.

When the assassin saw the car stop, they quickly entered their car and drove.

With the assassins gone, the woman and the other driver rushed to the wounded man's side. She knelt in the rain and gently tapped his face, desperate to keep him conscious.

"Hey, my name is Luna. Stay with me," she pleaded. For a brief moment, his blue eyes opened, fixing on her face before slipping shut once more.

Luna glanced up at the other driver, panic etched across her face. "We need to get him to a hospital," she said, her voice shaky but resolute. "Can you drive us?"

The driver looked down at the wounded man and then back up at Luna, his face grim. "I'm sorry, I can't drive you. But I can call for an ambulance. I don't want to get involved in whatever this is."

Luna's heart sank, but she understood his reluctance. Nodding in acknowledgment, she kept her eyes fixed on the injured man as the driver retreated to his car to call 911. When he returned, he told Luna, "I've called for an ambulance. I'll stay here until they arrive."

Minutes passed in the pouring rain as Luna continued to monitor the wounded man's vitals. Finally, the sound of sirens pierced through the night, signaling the arrival of the ambulance.

"Thank goodness," Luna muttered as paramedics rushed over, quickly assessing the man's condition. With practiced efficiency, they loaded him onto a stretcher and into the ambulance.

One of the paramedics turned to Luna and asked, "Are you coming with us? We'll need someone to give us information about what happened."

Luna climbed into the ambulance, sparing a final glance at her abandoned bicycle. "Please be here when I get back," she thought, her heart twisting with anxiety.

As the ambulance sped towards the hospital, Luna recounted the events of the night to the paramedics. "I heard a crash and then I saw these men attack this man...I tried to distract them, but they got away. I don't know who they were or why they were after him."

One of the paramedics nodded, his expression sympathetic. "Well, you did the right thing, ma'am.Luna climbed into the ambulance, sparing a final glance at her abandoned bicycle. "Please be here when I get back," she thought, her heart twisting with anxiety.

As the ambulance sped towards the hospital, Luna recounted the events of the night to the paramedics. "I heard a crash and then I saw these men attack this man...I tried to distract them, but they got away. I don't know who they were or why they were after him."

One of the paramedics nodded, his expression sympathetic. "Well, you did the right thing, ma'am.

Luna raced after the paramedics, her heart racing with worry for the wounded man and for her own fate. As they reached the emergency room, she hesitated at the threshold, suddenly remembering her mother.

"Fuck, I need to call her," she muttered under her breath, realizing her phone and headphones had been soaked in the rain.

With a deep breath, she approached the reception desk. "Excuse me, can you help me?" she asked, her voice shaky. "I need to make a call, but my phone is broken."

The receptionist smiled kindly. "No problem at all, dear. We have a phone behind the desk you can use. Just tell me the number and I'll connect you."

Luna nodded, shivering from the chill of her wet clothes. She recited her mother's number, her voice still trembling with anxiety. As the phone began to ring, she crossed her fingers, praying her mother would answer.