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The old man was furious, his face pale with anger, gripping his cane tightly until his knuckles turned white. He could no longer tolerate such lawless behavior and shouted with a trembling voice, "You people are a bunch of shameless bastards! Disgusting! Under the guise of advocating for women's rights, you act like thugs! You can't do anything serious; you're nothing but social failures!"
His voice echoed like thunder in the night sky, shaking the hearts of everyone present. The crowd gasped at the old man's outburst. Some stopped what they were doing, while others whispered among themselves; the atmosphere in the room seemed to cool slightly due to the old man's words.
Claire heard this and a sneer appeared on her face. She looked at the old man with disdain, her eyes filled with arrogance and provocation. She slowly walked to the door, each step radiating confidence and contempt, as if she were a queen high above.
"You old fogies are truly laughable," Claire said coldly from the doorway, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Do you really think that shouting at us will change anything? You have no idea what we are doing. You just hide in your little world, refusing to accept any change."
The old man was enraged by her attitude and pointed a finger at her nose, saying, "You are nothing but a bunch of good-for-nothings! All you do is cause trouble; you contribute nothing! People like you only bring trouble to society!"
Claire remained unfazed and laughed even more heartily. "Trouble? We are fighting for our rights; we are raising our voices for women. You old fogies will never understand our pain and struggle."
She turned to the people in the room and shouted, "Did you hear that? These old fogies will never understand us! They will only use their outdated ideas to suppress us, but we will never yield!"
Cheers erupted from the crowd again, as if responding to Claire's words. Some began to clap while others shouted her name, and the atmosphere in the room reached another peak.
The old man took out his phone, trembling fingers struggling to dial 911. The ringing sounded particularly clear amidst the chaos. When Claire saw that he was actually calling the police, her smirk instantly turned into fury.
"Dammit! Are you really calling them?" Claire yelled, her eyes flashing with madness. She lunged forward to snatch the old man's phone, trying to stop him from calling.
Seeing this, the old man forcefully shook off Claire's hand. Though elderly, his movements were still filled with determination and strength. An older woman rushed forward, trying to mediate, "Hey! Hey! Everyone calm down! We just want some peace; please be understanding!"
However, Claire was losing control due to a mix of various drugs coursing through her system. Her actions became more frantic as she continued to grab at the old man, preventing him from making his call. Her eyes were wild with madness and fear as she cursed repeatedly, "Do you think you can suppress us? I won't let you succeed!"
The old man struggled to break free from Claire's grip, but his strength was limited; his phone wobbled dangerously in his hand. Desperately he shouted into the phone, "Hurry! We need help!"
Claire kept grabbing at him with uncontrollable force like a frenzied beast. Her voice became sharp and piercing: "You old fogies don't understand our pain at all! You only use your rules to suppress us!"
The older woman tried to pull Claire away, but her strength was no match for Claire's madness. "Please, calm down!" she pleaded, but her voice was drowned out by Claire's curses and the old man's cries for help.
In the midst of the chaos, a voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hello, this is 911. How can I assist you?"
The elderly man shouted anxiously, "Please send someone! There's a disturbance here! We need the police!"
Upon hearing this, Claire's madness became even more apparent. She shook the old man violently, trying to make him hang up the phone. "Do you think calling the police will suppress us? We will not yield!"
With his last ounce of strength, the old man gripped the phone tightly and shouted into it, "We're on XXX Street, hurry!"
Claire's pulling became more intense, and seeing this, an elderly woman hurriedly stepped between them, trying to calm the situation. "Alright, everyone please calm down! Don't do this!"
However, Claire's insanity was beyond control. Her hands kept tugging at the old man's clothes, preventing him from stabilizing himself. Her voice turned hysterical: "We will not be suppressed again! We will resist! We want freedom!"
Claire and the elderly woman pushed against each other, their movements growing increasingly violent as Claire completely lost control of her emotions. Her eyes were filled with madness and anger, and her grip became fiercer. In that moment, Claire suddenly snapped and pushed hard; the elderly woman lost her balance and fell backward.
The elderly woman stumbled back uncontrollably and fell down the stairs. Although there were only four or five steps, her head struck sharply against the corner of a stair. In that instant, time seemed to freeze as all sounds were drowned out by this scene.
The elderly woman crashed heavily to the ground, trembling and convulsing. Her eyes were vacant as if she were struggling to grasp something to stabilize herself. However, her body could no longer respond to her will. Blood poured out rapidly, spreading across the ground and staining the surroundings red.
The old man's face turned pale as he rushed over with trembling legs to kneel beside the elderly woman, calling her name in a quivering voice: "Darling, hold on! Hold on!"
Claire stood aside, a flicker of fear and shock crossing her eyes. She watched as the elderly woman lay in a pool of blood, her hands trembling uncontrollably. She couldn't believe she had caused such a result; a mix of madness and guilt swirled in her mind, leaving her in chaos.
"No... it can't be..." Claire murmured to herself, her voice shaking.
The partygoers around them were also stunned by this scene; the music abruptly stopped, and all eyes focused on the convulsing elderly woman. Gasps erupted as the previously wild atmosphere shifted instantly to one of tension and fear.
Someone hurriedly took out their phone to call for an ambulance, their voice trembling: "Quick! Hurry! An elderly person is seriously injured here!"
Claire's mind was in turmoil; her gaze became dazed as if she were drifting between reality and hallucination. Her heart raced violently; it felt as though she was being suffocated. She wanted to escape this place, to flee from it all, but her legs felt leaden and immovable.
The old man cried out beside the elderly woman, his voice filled with helplessness and despair. Blood continued to drip, staining the floor, as if narrating an endless tragedy on this night.
Claire stared in shock at the elderly woman lying on the ground, barely alive, her mind in chaos. The person behind her was excitedly filming everything with a phone, capturing her terrified expression and the woman's dire condition. The phone's flash kept flashing, stinging Claire's eyes.
Suddenly realizing someone was recording, Claire felt a mix of anger and fear surge within her, emotions reaching a peak. She frantically reached out to swat the phone away, but the crowd around her grew larger, everyone eager to join in. Some gasped, some screamed, and others laughed coldly. Her hand grasped at nothing in the air before falling limply to her side.
She knew she had to run; she had to get away from here. Her mind was a whirlwind, with only one thought: escape. Her heavy legs began to move, desperately trying to flee this chaotic scene. Her heart raced violently as if bound by invisible chains, yet she forced herself to move forward, picking up speed until she was almost running.
The old man shouted in despair and anger, "Murderer! Don't think you can escape!"
Claire's steps became more frantic as she ran for her life, trying to escape this suffocating place. Her breath came in quick gasps, her heart pounding like thunder; the world around her blurred into obscurity, with only thoughts of fear and flight echoing in her mind.
The crowd around her watched in astonishment; some began to chase her while others pulled out their phones to film the chaos. A few stood back, murmuring to themselves. Claire's mind went blank; she could only run mechanically forward, trying to break free from it all.
She dashed through brightly lit rooms and down hallways littered with trash, constantly knocking over tables and kicking over bottles. Tears blurred her vision as she ran, but she couldn't stop or look back. She knew that if she paused even for a moment, she would have to face an unavoidable reality.
Claire's heartbeat felt like it would tear through her chest as the old man's furious shouts and the commotion of the crowd echoed in her ears. She felt as though her soul was being ripped apart; countless voices swirled in her mind, making it impossible to focus.
"Murderer! Don't think you can escape!" The old man's voice reverberated in her ears like a sharp blade, continually stabbing at her heart.
Finally bursting out of the house, Claire was met by the cold night wind and the darkness outside. Her figure trembled on the street like a frightened fawn with nowhere to flee.
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