Dana managed to utter one word before lapsing into unconsciousness, “Why..”

Alarmed, Alice frantically checked her pulse for signs of life,
mumbling in panic, “*****..don’t you dare do this to me..” Finally she
found her pulse point and sighed with relief, wondering why she was so
scared of losing her. She hated the thought of leaving her but she knew
it had to be done. Taking a CIA agent with her would only start a
manhunt which she can’t afford.

She forced herself to stand up and walked briskly away from Dana.
Just as she was near the entrance of parking lot, she turned for one
last look at Dana. An unfamiliar feeling crept into her heart, for the
first time in her life she was aching for someone. Under her breath she
muttered, “I’m so fucked..”

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“Take that you English Trifle!” Bette cried as she threw her daggers furiously at *****’s Bride.

“Come on! Is that all you got?!” *****’s Bride screamed in anger.
She leapt back and used her sword to defect the flying daggers.

“Of course not! Have you not heard? A rose may prick you but it is
the roast that kills you,” Bette said, flashing a cocky smile at her.

“What the ***** are you talking about?” *****’s Bride exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air.

“I wish people would stop asking me that!” Bette yelled back and
started swinging her mace. They were momentarily distracted by the
squawking of a bird.

“Candy!” *****’s Bride gasped in shock upon seeing her parakeet flew
in and resting herself on Bette’s shoulder. Her face was a kaleidoscope
of emotions as it dawned on her that Bette was responsible for the
disappearance of Candy. “Too far Potter! You’ve gone too far! How dare
you steal Candy from me?!”

“Candy is happier with me! You treated her like a toy!”

“That’s utter bullshit! You have no idea how much I love that green
assed bird, or…how..I-I cried at night..when she flew out of my
life.” *****’s Bride let a tear roll down her face, she didn’t bother to
wipe it away. Her therapist told her that she should never be afraid to
feel love, to get in touch with her emotions.

Surprised, Bette belittled herself for being so harsh with her words, “I’m sorry. I never knew..here, would you like a tissue?”