Hope

For almost half an hour, the fight went on with bullets flying all over the house. The sound of glass shattering filled the air as well.

Tom had come in with two other persons but he was the only one still standing. Bullets had pierced through the other two and they had fallen to the ground - dead as they should be.

Tom was weary and every strength in him had been sapped but he couldn't give up even if he wanted to. He was going to fight till the very end.

He found it very weird that not a single bullet from all the shots he and his men fired had landed on either of Stella, Ariel and Zen. It was astonishing and he just couldn't process it.

"These people are extremely good," he thought to himself as perspiration formed on his brows. The gun was starting to slip out of his hands and he knew he had to think fast.

He was stuck and the only option left to him was to get out of the house. How was that even going to happen when the exit had been shut..

Without any hope of victory, he fell t