With such a group as the ones who escaped, the center did not stand a chance. The laboratory did not stand a chance. The world did not stand a chance. Dr. Sam Evans rushed through the corridors, a determined look on his face, as he touched the walls. He walked with purpose for several feet, then stopped. He could hear something. He turned and looked behind him at the empty hallway. His bright green eyes smiled at nothing there. That was when Dr. Evans turned his back and began to walk away. As he did, he sensed someone there. He knew that they were trailing him. Going to try to take him hostage, perhaps? This brought a smirk from him.
Sam felt something pierce him and he looked down at the hole in his midsection to watch it grow with the blood flowing from him. "I told you to knock him out!" He heard her snap. Now, they were all visible again. They were hovered above him.
"I guess I got carried away," the male's voice said. Puck… Sam chuckled and looked over at him, seeing his arms folded and his face without remorse. He didn't blame them. He couldn't blame them.
Mercedes touched his face and exchanged a quick mental message with him, Blaine will heal you.
No. Let me die. It's for the best. Sam thought.
Mercedes was having none of it. She waved Blaine over. "We're taking him with us. We'll need you to heal him." Blaine nodded his head and reached towards Dr. Evans with both hands. He touched him for a moment, then pulled away and collapsed. "Blaine!" Mercedes called, concerned.
Sugar said, "If I'm going to shield us out of here, we need to go. I'm getting tired."
Mercedes ordered, "Rory, grab Blaine and Dr. Evans. Sugar, lead the way." Rory separated into four versions of himself to gather up the two unconscious males and the group made their way towards escape.
The Day the Storm Occurred