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[h1]𝒜𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓆𝓊𝑒 𝐿𝒶𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒[/h1]
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[h3]𝒜𝓃 𝒜𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓁'𝓈 𝒯𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈[/h3]
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It definitively came as a shock to Angélique when a guard raised his gun to aim down sight towards the girl that had managed to slip free of her cuffs and started shooting at her. Everything went so fast, the young metal sensation barely couldn’t register everything that had happened in just a few seconds. She definitively saw the soldier pointing his gun at one of them and decided to shoot, but his shot was deviated from its original target when a gunshot coming from the director’s handgun hit him in the arm. As a result, his shot reaped the life of a few teenagers, before his own had ended by a second shot, this time aimed at the head, fired again by the eastern director of USARILN. 

Witnessing such a sight, Angel could not refrain from letting out a yell of both surprise and panic. She had to bring her hands to cover her mouth to stop from crying out loud, and her shades would do little to hide the tears that had been rolling off her cheeks. No matter how much video games one might play, or how much movies she had seen, nothing prepared the young woman’s mind to a real, live murder. The scene was so horrifying to her that she felt like she could throw up at any second, but her own ego made her swallow that feeling and just let it all out in tears instead.

By the time they explained how rooming will be handled, Angel was just a crying mess, kneeling down in quite a pitiful state. The guards didn’t seem to bother that much with her sobbing, in fact some seemed to rather enjoy seeing the subnatural in such misery. When all of the formalities were done, the guard escorting showed no mercy to the sobbing young woman. Taking her by one arm, he yanked Angel from her kneeling pose and pointed his gun at her, ordering her to get moving. Troubled by the events, Angélique’s hardened façade had simply crumbled and she complied with a timid nod, sniffing silently.

The late teenager kept quiet all the while she was being escorted to her new room, although she kept sniffing from time to time. She did not notice much the details of the apartment complex she would be being held in, but she did take notice its location and the room that would be her own for the time being. It was but until after the guard warned her about the curfew and slammed her door shut that Angel lost it. Now that she was alone, she would not hold back, and thus, she screamed at the top of her lungs all the pain and sadness she felt inside her. Little did she know, the electronic cuff strapped on her ankle did not much suppress what she initially was afraid of. It was as she yelled that the volume raised to a frightening pitch, enough to make the walls tremble a little. Fortunately for everyone in the area, the sonic waves emitted by the crying girl was dampened by the walls surrounding Angel’s room, making her scream lose its devastating effects on hearing, but still could be heard quite loudly.

It took a full minute of yelling her lungs out for Angélique to vent out everything she had been accumulating deep inside. As she stopped, she could already hear people from all over the apartment complex yelling or pounding loudly at the walls, ceiling and floor to tell her to shut the fuck up. By now, the metal singer was pretty much numb to their insults, and stood on her knees for a good while. Whispers had stopped tormenting her for the moment at least, and it was during this brief moment of clarity that she picked herself up, only to crash into the bed. She was so tired from all of this ordeal that she didn’t care if she smelled like shit after spending so much days without washing, she just wanted to sleep now that she had the chance to and no asshole around who would take pleasure in depriving her rest. 

Her heavy eyelids eventually closed, stopping the flood of tears from trailing any further on her cheeks, and soon fell into a deep sleep, only to revisit that dream again.