Chapter 765 - Seven Hundred And Sixty-five: Who Would Go First
The third point of view:
Neon went rigid instantly. He had been so involved with staying alive and keeping Ailee safe that he hadn't thought of the person who helped them. And now that person was no other than his mother - the one he had been running away from all this while.
Neon had to let go of Ailee and Allen was more than willing to take his place. He stood awkwardly, the word "Mother," barely leaving his lips when she threw herself at him and hugged him.
He didn't know how to behave while the woman in his arms rested her jaw on his shoulder, crying, "My son,"
Neon wanted to be indifferent, after all, the last memory he had of her was she abusing him; of the court deeming her incapable of interacting with the society. However, there were good times as well. When she loved him immensely and treated him well.
Those were the memories that clung to him as he hugged her back. It was almost as if he had returned to that moment when it was just the two of them together. That moment when it was just he and his mother and they were okay with that.
However, their reunion was short-lived because Deborah was on her feet and in her hands were two guns. But so was Isabella's as well.
"Put it down, Deborah, or I'll blast your head off. And trust me, I'd enjoy doing so," Isabella threatened her with a sadistic smile.
Decorah's hands shook but she didn't lower her weapon while Isabella's hold on her gun was firm and with precision.
"Yes, you'll blast my head off but I would have taken one of your loved ones," Deborah had a maniacal look in her eyes and she seemed determined to do so.
"Not if they're smart enough to dodge and I have nimble fingers than you," Isabella hinted at the failure of her plan.
"Yeah, you're right," Deborah acquiesced to Isabella's surprise and that made her brows furrow the more. What crazy plan was Deborah conjuring in her head?
"I can't win this fight," Deborah finally realized that fact and let go of her guns, although Isabella didn't.
"But I won't go alone!" Deborah yelled and suddenly took off and that was when it hit Isabella.
"Everybody duck now!" Isabella fell to the ground, the others coping her gesture without asking just as an explosion rocked the house.
For a moment it seemed as if the world had gone up in flames until the boom ended and now it was nothing but smoke, fire, and soot.
Theodore was the first to rise to his feet before helping his sister who was coughing persistently. It was comforting to know that everyone was fine, the blast wave having lost its energy easily.
However, Ailee was not in the best form plus the fact the heat was increasing. If they don't get roasted by the heat of the flame, the smoke would do its work.
"We have to leave, I'm slowly losing Ailee," Allen warned Isabella. The bleeding wasn't stopping soon even with the pressure he applied. Nor was the smoke helping matters. Ailee needed clean air free of carbon monoxide concentration.
"We can't go through the entrance, we can't survive the fire without getting burned nor would Ailee," Pedro pointed out, "We can't stay here either,"
"The roof would be much better," Theodore said.
"Not there, Deborah lined it with a bomb which I'm sure our people are working on already. They just need time which we don't have," Isabella said.
"Let's move out of here first!" Jennifer said in between a bad cough, "That is if you don't want to be buried, and trust me, none of you knows what a flame is like,"
Thanks to that comment, Isabella took a good look at Jennifer and that was when she discovered the burn marks on her neck, her clothes hiding the rest of the burn scar. What happened?
Thankfully, Natasha's room was upstairs and far away from the burning entrance and living room.
It was safe from the flames but not the smoke.
"Get clothes, wet them with water, and press it to your nose. And?close that door!" Isabella barked orders here and there while Neon and Allen carefully placed Ailee on the bed.
While they were following instructions, Pedro observed the window and thankfully there were no protective bars. He easily kicked the window open and looked down to discover there were indeed activities down here.
A crowd had gathered, although from a distance since there were threats of other bombs still there. Ambulances were not left out as well for the victims. Quite unfortunate, Deborah has been blown to bits.
"Help is here," Pedro announced and though no one said it, there were signs of relief on their faces.
Almost immediately, a helicopter came into view and Pedro could see Julie waving to them from it, the landing light focused on the window.
It all seemed like a dream to them when a rope dangled from the helicopter and they were commanded to alight. The bomb hasn't been disarmed and it was risky for them to experiment with it when they're stuck in the house. Niklaus orders were to get them out alive and if the bomb becomes a problem, just trigger the release?- after they're safe.
Ailee was the first to be sent out and that was done with a collective effort to pull her through the window. Allen had his arm around her all the while they dangled from the rope, the whole of her weight resting on him, yet he didn't mind. It took her being close to death for Allen to realize how much he loved his sister.
Just like that, Theodore and Eve were the next to leave, leaving just Neon, Jennifer and Isabella, and Pedro.
"I think Jennifer should leave next," Isabella said.
"So you can capture me? Hard pass," Jennifer stood her ground.
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