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All Hell Breaks Loose: Regression

Prologue

The whole of TC command was silent, not a single person dared to breath as static filled the cavernous room. Mole's mouth hung open in utter shock, the cigar had dropped long ago from lack of grip but he could careless as he stared disbelievingly at the grainy screen.

The eerie silence however didn't stop at command, it was as if the whole of TC knew what had occurred and stopped, remaining silent contemplating what it meant. The only one in motion was Dalton, running through the streets, occasionally bumping it stagnant transgenic, not sparing them an apology or stopping his velocity. His throat was clogging up, and his eyes teary, whether for the news or the wind whipping his face harshly he didn't know, all he knew was that he couldn't stop.

Nicole's legs couldn't hold her up anymore, and she didn't fight it as they gave in and collapsed underneath her. Her eyes stung as tears quickly filled them, and fell on there on volition, her breathing became rapid. She couldn't breathe, she was trying so hard but she couldn't catch a breath. Clawing at her throat she tried to breath but she couldn't. Only when arms, encircled her trembling body and hands stilled her frantic action, did she allow the sob to break free, and the tears out even more profusely. The scream she let out reverberated through the room, and everyone knew that it was true.

The death grip on the table was the only thing keeping Max steady, and not breaking down like Nicole. She couldn't break, it wasn't real. It just wasn't! She wanted to cry, wanted to scream but, it wasn't real. Those things only happened when it was real, but it wasn't. He wasn't-

Why was everyone standing around doing nothing? Why wasn't Max saying anything? "Why aren't you doing anything?" Dalton walked to Max and asked her, his voice wasn't breaking, because they could still do something he was still out there. When he didn't get a response from the female, he repeated, his tone rising slightly, "Why aren't you doing anything?" his fist banging the table in demand. How could she just waste precious minutes standing there, looking stupid when he could be out there dying. Again she didn't answer, she didn't even acknowledge his presence, and he couldn't stand it. He pushed her, and watched her fall to the floor without fight or resistance.

Joshua was the only one capable of motion. Able to get there before, the young transgenic let out his anger and frustration out on the wrong person. But even though his legs were off the ground, the teen continued fighting to get his point across. "He's not dead, and you aren't doing anything to help him!" Dalton yelled trying to break free, of Joshua's strong hold.

Max wasn't capable of speech, of hearing, of movement or energy to even push herself up off the floor. She just lay there on the floor with Dalton's screams in the background like white noise. She needed to think of ways to get to him, and bring his ass back, because he wasn't dead damn it! Alec. Wasn't. Dead.

TBC

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