ELENA
I stared between the gun in my hands and the lifeless man on the floor, the panic lodged in my chest slowly spreading to other parts of my body.
My legs. My hands. All numb.
“Oh my God.” The gun clattered to the floor at my feet, my fingers too limp to hold it any longer.
There was a continuous ringing in my head that shattered my ears, replaying the horrors of the past few moments.
“What have I done?” I queried, my vision blurring.
Oh, you naive girl. You just shot a full-blooded, living, breathing man. Taking away his life.
That hole in his head couldn’t stop staring at me, no matter where I looked.
A loud clapping sound interrupted my rising panic attack, and I looked up to see Atlas walking towards me, a smirk on his face.
Why the hell was he clapping? And what was
