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property of the people at Tecmo.
The leaves fell around her golden hair, which swayed in every direction. It was the beginning of a beautiful New England autumn.
She could have just asked her limo driver to drive her there, but when she woke that morning, Helena felt an impulse to jog the relatively long distance from her mansion to the family plot in the cemetery. She felt only a twinge of regret for doing so because of the cold, which now mercilessly lashed on her vulnerable skin, but the beauty of the autumn leaves showered by the morning sun overshadowed that.
A car ran past her, and she stopped to catch her breath, taking the time to take in the lovely scenery surrounding her. Her green eyes suddenly caught sight of a few birds flying away from behind a thicket of thin-stemmed trees just off the side of the road. Looking more closely, she could see a small lake sparsely hidden behind them. She immediately walked towards it to investigate.
Her curiosity was bountifully rewarded when she finally reached the source of that wonderment. The clear sparkling water from whence the birds flew was truly a sight to behold - enhanced by the gentle stepping of leaves on its surface.
Helena closed her eyes and breathed in the air for the briefest of seconds. When she opened them again she was greeted with a pair of brown eyes, staring intently as if trying to tell her something.
"Duck!"
She stared back, confused, at him. That short moment of bewilderment was shattered by her body being shoved aside and the sound of a bullet ricocheting against a large rock on the ground. And also the sudden realization of what those eyes had meant.
Another shot rang through near her, but before she could make sense of the situation, she felt herself being lifted off the ground, light as the leaves that were falling all around her. She could feel the cold air whipping about her as she and her companion almost flew out of that place of supposed peacefulness. They were traveling so fast that she couldn't see where they going until she lay on the ground staring hazily at the iron gates to her mansion.
She hastily got up, wanting to demand an explanation from the man who had just helped her escape. But as her eyes reached his unconscious form on the ground, she could see his white clothing stained with a dark crimson that was also flowing on the asphalt. She hurried towards him and cradled his head. She recognized him as one of the contestants on the tournament she had participated in not so long ago.
She turned her head and screamed for help from the servants inside her home.
The leaves fell around her golden hair, which swayed in every direction. It was the beginning of a beautiful New England autumn.
She could have just asked her limo driver to drive her there, but when she woke that morning, Helena felt an impulse to jog the relatively long distance from her mansion to the family plot in the cemetery. She felt only a twinge of regret for doing so because of the cold, which now mercilessly lashed on her vulnerable skin, but the beauty of the autumn leaves showered by the morning sun overshadowed that.
A car ran past her, and she stopped to catch her breath, taking the time to take in the lovely scenery surrounding her. Her green eyes suddenly caught sight of a few birds flying away from behind a thicket of thin-stemmed trees just off the side of the road. Looking more closely, she could see a small lake sparsely hidden behind them. She immediately walked towards it to investigate.
Her curiosity was bountifully rewarded when she finally reached the source of that wonderment. The clear sparkling water from whence the birds flew was truly a sight to behold - enhanced by the gentle stepping of leaves on its surface.
Helena closed her eyes and breathed in the air for the briefest of seconds. When she opened them again she was greeted with a pair of brown eyes, staring intently as if trying to tell her something.
"Duck!"
She stared back, confused, at him. That short moment of bewilderment was shattered by her body being shoved aside and the sound of a bullet ricocheting against a large rock on the ground. And also the sudden realization of what those eyes had meant.
Another shot rang through near her, but before she could make sense of the situation, she felt herself being lifted off the ground, light as the leaves that were falling all around her. She could feel the cold air whipping about her as she and her companion almost flew out of that place of supposed peacefulness. They were traveling so fast that she couldn't see where they going until she lay on the ground staring hazily at the iron gates to her mansion.
She hastily got up, wanting to demand an explanation from the man who had just helped her escape. But as her eyes reached his unconscious form on the ground, she could see his white clothing stained with a dark crimson that was also flowing on the asphalt. She hurried towards him and cradled his head. She recognized him as one of the contestants on the tournament she had participated in not so long ago.
She turned her head and screamed for help from the servants inside her home.