HEDY
It was instantaneous and I felt a whole new round of energy engulf me as the transvice liquid shot from me. Like my very own, self made throwing knife, the liquid weapon halted in midair in front of Gally's face. His eyes widened in terror and he dropped the knife.
Chuck took the opportunity to throw an elbow into Gally's nether regions, making the boy lurch slightly closer to the knife as Chuck ran to my open arms.
"Please," the frozen boy pleaded, falling to his knees. The knife followed his every move and I felt my brows furrow in rage.
But just as I was about to make the kill order, Newt rested his hand on my shoulder. The piece of knife flew back toward me and was reabsorbed. Gally still knelt in shock, and he muttered incoherently to himself even as we began making our leave, ever-so-cautiously.
"Don't follow us," Newt muttered as he led me out of the all-but-abandoned hallway after him.
And then we were outside. And we learned what Hell really looked like.
NEWT
It was a bloody hell outside, the heat scorching my skin despite the fact that the sun was setting. Not to mention the fact that bodies were strewn all around us. Bullets having pierced those people from head to toe. And the ones who were still standing weren't much better off.
There were three people, and I was using the word 'people' lightly, who looked like they'd escaped from some insane asylum. The woman wore rags that hung loosely over her brown, sickly skin. The two men that accompanied her were worse off. Dried blood crackled over their skin with every movement they made. They were all sick, and they all had sickening, crazed smiles stretched over their blistered, veiny skin.
That's when they started toward us. Fear coursed through me as they got closer and closer. But it wasn't until after our weapons seeped out of our arms that Hedy and I heard a loud honk and the three nutters went under the tires of a rather strange-looking bus.
"Come on," the woman said, wrapping her wound with a white cloth she'd pulled out of her bag. She stood by the door of the vehicle, watching as each of us boarded the vehicle. Watching us all with a smile and a familiar look in her eyes: the look of lost hope.
And then Hedy stopped, standing next to her as I was pushed aboard. The boys got situated and I watched Hedy out the window, terrified that that woman was going to 'turn' into one of those crazy people like she'd said soon after she was bitten.
But then Hedy did as Hedy does, letting the substance drip from her arm and float to catch and spread over her wound. Within seconds she was healed and looking as if she felt much better. Moments after that, the both of them boarded the bus one after the other.
The woman had a wicked grin on her face as she slumped into her seat, craning her neck to see the place where her fatal wound was only moments ago.
"I guess you guys really are special," the woman said. "No wonder WICKED wanted you for their experiments. You guys are the key to the cure for the Flare."
"What's your name, by the way?" Minho asked the woman.
"Blaire," she said. "Blaire Bowman," she said once again, turning and shaking Hedy's hand rather than looking at Minho.
"I'm Hedy, but it seems that these 'creators' called me The Offering."
END OF PART ONE
