Kelly nodded, as she was about to advance to the next road, a motorcycle pulled up ahead. Two men, in Liquid uniform stared at the extansive damage. The driver who was smoking, loosened his lips and the burning cigarette fell to the ground. The passanger murmured in shock, "Oh, hell." With a roar of engines, the motorcycle took off again, with the passenger cursing in the side carriage. Kelly's eyes widened when she saw the passenger pull out a Karl-233, it was an illegal weapon, only to be handled by the Liquid Black Guard or people who have accomplished feats which was nigh impossible to complete.<br/><br/>The passenger pulled back the bolt, his hair dancing like the stalks of grass beneath the vehicle. His finger curled around the trigger. And as though in slow-motion,<span style="font-style: italic">the muzzel flashed briefly, before the sound of the resulting shot reached her ears. The bullet was invisible in the moon-lit night, catching only the reflection of the moon when it was a mere inch from her. The bullet punched a hole into her skin, entering the spot below the shoulder bones and exiting at the back.</span><br/><br/>Kelly's eyes widened as pain began to flood her body, she toppled to the side, gasping, grabbing the grass beneath her, twitching, twitching, growing weaker by the midnight second, then, her vision dimmed, her brainwashed memories surfaced, before being drowned by the torrent of pain and<span style="font-style: italic">forgotten emotions</span>?! Her breath caught in her throat, she coughed, turning to face the moon. Why has no one come? Why?- The pain was fading, her vision grew dimmer,<span style="font-style: italic">this was it, this was it, I'm going to...</span>