Chasing Shadows: A Tale of Blood and Betrayal
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Chapter 1: The Fever's Grip
Three strikes, and you're out.
He had stepped into my line of fire, and I was unable to halt my shot.
"What the hell did you do??" Fivespot shouted in panic.
The Fever consumed me. As I laid eyes on my third and final Bison, I braced myself for what was to come.
"I can't stem the blood flow!!" Ruthie cried out. "We have to rush him to a hospital!!"
It wasn't my fault Alistair had jumped in front of my target. He understood the Fever’s effects on Hunters, and he knew how it was affecting me.
"He won't survive this!!" Fivespot yelled.
"I can handle it," I retorted, raising my weapon.
"Put him in my vehicle," Black Angel instructed. "I’ll get him there."
But the Bison belonged to me. It was my last chance for freedom, just like the others had achieved.
They departed, and I remained. A hush fell over the remaining Hunters, their eyes filled with trepidation as they regarded me.
"Get out of my way!!" I bellowed. "Move!!"
My smile was not my own; it was the Fever manipulating my expressions.
He shot the Bison in