Olivia Alternate Ending

"It was me, I did it! Leave Henry out of this, he’s innocent!" Pleaded Olivia, trashing and uselessly pulling against the restraints that were keeping her tightly tied up against the tree
She probably should give up, but she just couldn’t and now, thanks to her struggles, most of her hair were untied and uselessly slashing in the wind.
"Oh, Olivia…I’m so disappointed in you. I really thought we had something special going on." Mocked Hyde, smirking victoriously before striding away, hands and arms in his back. "That’s too bad, it might take a moment to find someone else with your skills."
" I need to get out of here." Murmured Olivia under her breath, pulling once again against her restraints and barely containing the yell of pain as her
No, he wasn’t feeling dead, in fact, he was feeling more alive than he never had. One thing for sure, he didn’t want to die right here and right now for crimes he didn’t remember committing. In a fraction of a second, Barry tilted his head to the left, not much, but just enough and just in time to feel the bullet grazing his skull before continuing his course behind him, right through the floor. Rushing back to his feet, Barry could feel sparks of electricity flying all over his body, what was happening to him? He could feel his heart painfully hammering in his chest as he stood frozen in shock, his eyes wide open like a deer caught in
The ghost? What ghost? Barry was pretty sure he was still alive. A gunshot resonated behind him, prompting him to swiftly move out of the way and dodge the fast coming bullet that went straight to the first attacker’s stomach who gasped, his breath cut out of him, before falling down on the ground. One attacker down, one to go. Even if that guy just tried to kill him, Barry’s stomach tighten up at the sight of all the blood now pouring out of the wounded and dying man, feeling like he needed to help that person. Why would he, a murderer, feel like that? No time to think about that, no now.
''I’ll kill you!'' Shouted his second attacker, shooting again and again...and again. And another time.
Pushing his limits and letting the amazing pulses of electricity taking control of his muscles, Barry swiftly dodged the new bullets coming his way while they were moving in slow motion. Turning around as they passed him, he witnessed the bullets, back at normal speed, entering the wall of the now messed-up house.
''Stop! I don’t wanna fight!'' He shouted, turning around to face his opponent with his left arm raised in a slight sign of good faith.
''Too late for that! You killed my friend!'' Shouted the other man, already ready for