Disclaimer: I don't own Push or any of its characters.
Warnings: Since this is an immediate continuation of the movie, there are some MAJOR SPOILERS.
Note: Okay, so I thought I'd try and pick up where Push left off. Let me know what you think - this is my first fanfic here
Chapter 1
Division Facility, North America
The cool night air stung her skin as she emerged from the plane, the cloying temperature of the cabin giving way to an icy gust that blew her sweat-matted hair from her forehead. Sitting for however long it had taken to get from Hong Kong to North America opposite a dead body had taken its toll on Kira.
Her entire body moved tentatively as she recovered from the trauma of recent events. With every step, she seemed to leave a portion of it behind; the lies, the frustrating fact that she, a Pusher, had been Pushed by someone else. She had killed recklessly tonight, but the remorse in these thoughts dwindled as soon as she remembered that sometimes it was necessary, which led to the rather shocking realisation that Division had tainted any trace of morality she had left.
She needed to get back to Nick.
The acknowledgement rang out in her head, clearing the haze and causing her to stop in her tracks. She had to get back to Hong Kong or tell him to come to her. Her gaze strained against the smothering darkness as she tried to find any sign or signal as to where she was; a few uniform white buildings stood out a short distance away, bright artificial light streaming from their few windows and illuminating walkways between long building blocks.
The sight almost made her recoil as memories came flooding back, breaking through the ever-weakening mental dam Pushed into her mind by Carver. This was where she had been held; the place she had made such an effort to escape. She was back again – she felt her knees come close to buckling.
There were heavy footfalls approaching and for a moment she panicked, her eyes flicking around the empty, pitch black space as she searched for somewhere to hide. Four guards came into view, emerging from the darkness in uniforms as black as the night's sky above them. They seemed to blend in, camouflaged, their heads the only things that were completely visible. Had it not been for the bright building behind them, Kira would not have noticed them at all.
She heard a gun cock and tensed, glancing around to find the source of the noise. The guard to her left had her gun raised – the guard to her right placed his hand on his colleague's gun and forced it down.
"We got a message from Carver earlier on. Leave her."
With a consenting grunt, the gun was lowered altogether. Kira looked up as the right guard turned his attention to her.
"Where's Carver?"
Powered by instinct more than common sense, Kira felt the familiar, migraine-inducing sensation of Pushing as she replied. "He's still in the plane. He won't be out for a while – just wait outside."
She suppressed a wince as the muscles in her iris strained painfully from the effort of Pushing four people at once. A few silent seconds passed before they nodded and moved on, disappearing into the darkness, the heavy sounds of their simultaneous footsteps fading away. Tugging her jacket closer around her body, Kira continued towards the building at a considerably quicker pace; she didn't have long. She hadn't Pushed the pilot.
She slipped in through the automatic doors of Building One before they relocked, heading straight along the corridor without looking back.
Division Facility Cell #418 – Mirabelle Holmes
She stared through the thin mesh bars of her cage, her eyes glazed and empty. Her entire body felt like lead and she felt too weary to even lift a hand to brush an errant strand of hair from her face. Her last dose had been little more than an hour ago, though it was easy for Mirabelle to lose track of time in her semi-comastose state.
She heard a short succession of mechanical beeps as the keypad on her door was unlocked and the cage around her bed, on which she was sprawled in an awkward position, fell to the side. She turned her head on the solid mattress with as much effort as it would take anyone else to run many miles; now she could see him.
He approached, a tender smile on his lips as he closed the door carefully behind him, surveying Mirabelle with immense pity in his eyes and a glint of self-restraint. Looking away ashamedly, he pulled the cap off the syringe in his hand and felt his heart pound in protest as he lined the syringe up with the vein and delicately applied pressure to the plunger.
Mirabelle's eyes widened – like they did whenever she had one of her visions – and then closed, her eyelids fluttering together and every muscle in her body uncoiling obediently. The sedative ran its course until Mirabelle was entirely still but for the shallow breaths lifting her chest almost unnoticeably.
He put the syringe back in its place on his belt; the belt that all subject guards wore to carry the drug. It would leave her in peace, he hoped, at least for another hour…
In cruel contrast to that thought, a siren tore through the air and the red lights lining the corridor flashed so brightly that his eyes had to take time to adjust. Stepping out into the corridor and closing the door protectively behind him, sealing the body of Mirabelle Holmes safely inside, his eyes scaled up and down in search of the cause of a code-red alert.
One minute before – on the plane
The electricity on the plane had been turned off as per regulations, all except for the lights of the cabin behind for fear Carver would be irritated if put into complete darkness. Anxious, as he always was in the presence of the man, the pilot emerged from his cabin and within seconds his hand was on the plane's alarm lever.
His eyes stared with unblinking horror at the man's body and at the blood splattered on the wall behind him. The gun was still held loosely in his lifeless hand; as frantic guards stormed into the cabin, it fell with a light thud that seemed to resound through the entire facility.
I hope you enjoyed it. Let me know what you think - Chapter 2 should be up soon.
~soiheard