Her lips twisted in disgust as she stared at his face. What was he expecting her to smell like before, of course, she should smell like where she just came out from.
Fear.
Fearfully, Alita still couldn’t just admit what just happened, she kept kicking and struggling, trying to break loose. Just as pathetic as she always act, she lifted her hands to his face and squirt the perfume on his face.
Surprisingly, he yelled and threw her, rubbing his eyes. She seize the opportunity and made to run but heard a gunshot, not far from her. She felt the hot bullet brush the skin of her left arm and she fell.
Good thing she had picked up the bottle and bad, she will surely die.
“Oh, shit” she moaned as she attempt to stand up immediately.
Turning back, she got to see who the evil man that want to pull out her hair is. The small gun he held made her yelp as she hold her arm, whimpering in pain, she looked at it and sigh, at least it wasn’t a deep wound.
She can survive a bit until she noticed no smile on the man’s face as he got close.
“Where is your phone?” The stranger said, walking closer to her.
Alita bent her head, not just in terror, but so the stranger won’t be able to recognize her in the day for what she is about to do.
Well, call her a fool because nothing useful eventually came to her mind.
She looked around, searching for what to use or what to do but…
“Perfect” she whispered.
She caught sight of her open bag and sigh as she noticed her perfume bottle. What else can she do with it? Before she would be able to crawl towards it, she might as well already have two bullets hole in her head and might be getting cold in her own pool of blood just like Ricardo.
She heard the gun click and she closed her eyes, waiting for the light but…
“Hand over your phone” he commanded.
Her eyes snapped open in confusion. Alita shrugged, she couldn’t tell him that she lost it so he might not go looking for it. She would prefer the police to find it so she could get her death case investigated.
For she knows she will surely die.
Before she could come up to say anything, their heads snapped to a direction where voices were coming from. No more hope! Alita went white for she would prefer to die now.
“Do it” she said.
Tears filled her eyes as she looked up at the stranger whose face isn’t so clear but yet look surprised.
“Kill me allre…”
Wait a minute.
She looked up again, this time, straining her green eyes only to meet the cold blue eyes of the stranger. For a moment the earth and everything in it went still.
Those haunting blue eyes!
Snap out of it, anyone can have blue eyes, but this one seems different. She thought.
The emotionless eyes stared back at her scared green one confused. It was like he had seen a ghost or an old friend.
“Alita?” That came out hoarse.
Fear gripped Alita the more as she felt she might be having one of her Christmas bad dreams again, but this one felt too real to be fake.
Many things began to run through her messed-up mind. Who is this person! How did he know her name? Why does he look so familiar? Why hasn’t he killed her?
They both snap their heads in the direction she was hiding before, where her phone began to ring. Still, they remain mute and rigid like statues.
Alita was the first to break out. Using the little distraction, she slowly picked an empty bottle from the floor, broke the bottom, and threw it at the blue-eyed stranger who dodged immediately.
She sprang up and ran as fast as her shaky foot can carry her. Turning back, she would see him standing on the same spot.
The stranger stood still, watching her. He couldn’t just get himself to see the face he had been dreaming about for years in reality.
“You lost her?” Someone asked.
He turned to the person surprised, his brows twisted as the corner of his lips crooked.
“You heard the shot long ago,” he said dryly and frowned as the person nodded “Then why didn’t you come immediately?” He waited again but nothing came, he was about to say something when the person brought out her phone.
“I found this, sir,” he said.
The stranger stared at the phone for a long time, looking at the picture she had used as her screensaver. A smirk spread across his emotionless face as the phone began to ring again, showing fratellino Gio!
“Follow her” he ordered “Don’t kill her yet, just let me know where she stays”