Chapter 8: "The fate of a mother and her daughter"
The streets were filled with chaos as the young girl from the previous chapter, ran desperately in search of her family. Her heart pounded with both hope and fear as she maneuvered through the bustling city, her eyes scanning the faces of strangers.
Finally, she arrived at a supermarket, breathless and trembling. Her eyes widened as she spotted a woman in her forties, her heart filling with a mix of relief and joy. With a cry of "Mom!" She rushed towards her, her small voice filled with a desperate longing.
The woman turned, her eyes brimming with tears as she saw her daughter. "Yuki!" she exclaimed, her voice choked with emotion. In an instant, they were in each other's arms, their embrace a mixture of relief, happiness, and grief.
Yuki's mother held her tightly, her fingers gently caressing her daughter's face. "You're alive and safe oh god, i can't believe this but how are you alive me and your brother thought we lost you and your father in the bomb blast ," she murmured, her voice filled with disbelief and gratitude. "Your brother will be overjoyed to see you. He's been devastated since we lost you and your father in the blast in Kyoto."
Tears streamed down Yuki's face as she shared her story with her mother. "Mom, dad protected me that day she punched a deep hole and i was hiding there after sometime some people wearing weird masks came and took me with them in a black mini bus into an abandoned building it was a construction area and they had cells like prison were many people kept and we were given food and water till two days ago when suddenly everyone was gathered and there a man I don't know if he was human cause he didn't had a face he was very scary... as he just had a big eye not a head when he touched us we got this weird collars around our necks and we are just obeying his commands and those who don't do dies....."
Her mother listened, her face etched with a mix of horror and concern. The weight of the situation bore heavily on her, but she mustered the strength to call her son, her voice trembling with fear. "Akira... are you there?" she stammered.
Akira, on high alert, answered the call, his voice filled with worry. "Yes, Mom, I'm here. Why do you sound so scared and nervous? Is everything alright?"
Taking a deep breath, Yuki's mother implored, "Wait, I'm calling you on video. Please, listen to me." She initiated the video call, revealing Yuki's tear-streaked face to her brother.
Akira's eyes widened in disbelief and relief. "Yuki? You're alive!" His voice carried a mix of tension and fleeting joy. However, his moment of relief was cut short as he realized her sister was one of the hostages as she was in the same white robes as others. She was a walking bomb, her life hanging by a thread.
"Mom, get away from Yuki! Move to safety as far as you can. I promise, I will save her," Akira urged, his voice filled with determination. His heart ached at the thought of leaving his mother alone, but he couldn't bear the thought of losing his sister as well.
His mother, tears streaming down her face, resisted. "Akira, I can't leave her here. I can't abandon my daughter. She's just twelve years old, and she can't handle this alone. Please, come quickly."
Akira's resolve solidified, his voice filled with conviction. "I won't let anything happen to Yuki or you, Mom. I'm on my way. Stay strong."
With urgency in his voice, Akira shouted to Arima, who was nearby. "Arima-san, we have to hurry to the supermarket. We need to save them, no matter the cost."
Arima's voice came through, calm but resolute. "Don't worry, Akira. I've already called the bomb squad, and they're on their way. We will do everything in our power to save them. Let's go."
As they rushed towards the supermarket,
What fate awaits for both akira and his family?
To be continued