Accident
Carlos burst through the basement door and dashed up stairs at an insane speed. After clumsily tripping over a rug and an end table he managed to actually get to the lounge.
"Don't ask any questions just get down to the basement and don't tell Barry!" he screamed after he finally regained his breath.
Everyone obeyed knowing that Oliveria rarely became so excited. When everyone was settled into the small viewing room at the shooting range Carlos revealed the cause of his enthusiasm.
"You've got to see this." He pointed to a point at the bottom of the round, white room. It was Mike. Moving in continuous fluid motions, only stopping to change magazines, he was hitting every target right between the eyes.
"No way," Leon managed to whisper.
Leland moved with a delicate grace. The muscles in his back bent and snapped back and forth as he shifted and twisted to hit the black and white silhouettes popping up around him. He moved the weapon with seeming poise and neither his gaze nor his posture ever wavered.
"Mike's a pro..." Chris concluded.
He switched the heat cameras on. Sure enough Leland was there. It wasn't an illusion. He was real.
"Actually, he said it's his first time holding a gun," Carlos said.
The line got a couple of laughs from the group.
"Carlos, no one can shoot like that their first time," Claire corrected him.
Chris zoomed one of the cameras onto the firearm. "Hey, is that your gun?"
"Yes. It's Lola," Carlos clarified.
"What's that about?" Rebecca asked.
Everyone looked at her as if she'd just appeared out of nowhere after an absence of five years.
Carlos tried to explain. "He said that he could only do it if I gave him my gun."
"That's odd," Rebecca commented.
"The kid himself is freakin' weird," Jill corrected.
The conversation stopped as Mike quickly changed the cartridge and again began to fire.
As the cluster watched a bulky object moved out of the shadows and a powerful hand fell on Oliveria's shoulder.
"Dahhhhhhhhhh!" Carlos yelled and slammed his forearms against the control panel.
The lights inside both rooms began to flicker and darkness descended on the confused onlookers.
"What part of 'need to know' do you not understand?!" Barry questioned the still shuddering Carlos.
In the dome Mike stopped firing and looked up to where the one-way mirror used to be.
"What happened?" he yelled.
There was no answer instead Mike heard panels open in the walls surrounding him.
Leland knew something bad was about to happen. The gun fell from his naked hand and just before the first bullet zinged past his neck Mike's eyes flashed with light. Suddenly he was a second from the present and directions flicked somewhere behind his pupils. A knife protruded from a compartment inside his sleeve and the next few pieces of blistering hot metal slammed against it. The knife withheld the force and the bullets flew back to the wall.
In the observation room Carlos was desperately trying to regain control of the shooting range. The others could only helplessly watch the heat cameras. To their shock Mike was still alive and moving way too fast for the camera to comprehend. They saw small, scorching dots move along the screen, none of which was able to hit the large area of high temperature that, they could only assume, was Mike.
"Do something Oliveria!" Barry ordered.
"I'm trying!" Carlos yelled back. He looked up into the dark range. Two annoyingly, green circles were moving between the sparks of yellow and orange. "The hell is that?"
Just then one of the sparks hit something connected to the florescent lights. Barry pushed Carlos out of the way and started hitting keys on the dimly lit panel.
Mike was losing control. The last bullet had pierced his shin and he could feel warm liquid pouring out. The light in his eyes was weakening. His movements slowed and suddenly the knife attached to his wrist began to weigh tons. Leland fell to the ground just before Burton cut the gunfire.
As the lights returned Mike could feel himself losing consciousness. He looked down at his leg. It wasn't that bad. He clutched it with the bit of strength he had left. The blood ran between Mike's fingers. He felt its consistency. It was watery and sticky.
Barry and Rebecca ran to Mike. He had somehow crawled to a wall and had left a winding, crimson trail. His world was becoming black. Mike took hold of Burton's jacket and pulled him down.
"Nemesis..." he whispered and fell, unconscious.
Carlos burst through the basement door and dashed up stairs at an insane speed. After clumsily tripping over a rug and an end table he managed to actually get to the lounge.
"Don't ask any questions just get down to the basement and don't tell Barry!" he screamed after he finally regained his breath.
Everyone obeyed knowing that Oliveria rarely became so excited. When everyone was settled into the small viewing room at the shooting range Carlos revealed the cause of his enthusiasm.
"You've got to see this." He pointed to a point at the bottom of the round, white room. It was Mike. Moving in continuous fluid motions, only stopping to change magazines, he was hitting every target right between the eyes.
"No way," Leon managed to whisper.
Leland moved with a delicate grace. The muscles in his back bent and snapped back and forth as he shifted and twisted to hit the black and white silhouettes popping up around him. He moved the weapon with seeming poise and neither his gaze nor his posture ever wavered.
"Mike's a pro..." Chris concluded.
He switched the heat cameras on. Sure enough Leland was there. It wasn't an illusion. He was real.
"Actually, he said it's his first time holding a gun," Carlos said.
The line got a couple of laughs from the group.
"Carlos, no one can shoot like that their first time," Claire corrected him.
Chris zoomed one of the cameras onto the firearm. "Hey, is that your gun?"
"Yes. It's Lola," Carlos clarified.
"What's that about?" Rebecca asked.
Everyone looked at her as if she'd just appeared out of nowhere after an absence of five years.
Carlos tried to explain. "He said that he could only do it if I gave him my gun."
"That's odd," Rebecca commented.
"The kid himself is freakin' weird," Jill corrected.
The conversation stopped as Mike quickly changed the cartridge and again began to fire.
As the cluster watched a bulky object moved out of the shadows and a powerful hand fell on Oliveria's shoulder.
"Dahhhhhhhhhh!" Carlos yelled and slammed his forearms against the control panel.
The lights inside both rooms began to flicker and darkness descended on the confused onlookers.
"What part of 'need to know' do you not understand?!" Barry questioned the still shuddering Carlos.
In the dome Mike stopped firing and looked up to where the one-way mirror used to be.
"What happened?" he yelled.
There was no answer instead Mike heard panels open in the walls surrounding him.
Leland knew something bad was about to happen. The gun fell from his naked hand and just before the first bullet zinged past his neck Mike's eyes flashed with light. Suddenly he was a second from the present and directions flicked somewhere behind his pupils. A knife protruded from a compartment inside his sleeve and the next few pieces of blistering hot metal slammed against it. The knife withheld the force and the bullets flew back to the wall.
In the observation room Carlos was desperately trying to regain control of the shooting range. The others could only helplessly watch the heat cameras. To their shock Mike was still alive and moving way too fast for the camera to comprehend. They saw small, scorching dots move along the screen, none of which was able to hit the large area of high temperature that, they could only assume, was Mike.
"Do something Oliveria!" Barry ordered.
"I'm trying!" Carlos yelled back. He looked up into the dark range. Two annoyingly, green circles were moving between the sparks of yellow and orange. "The hell is that?"
Just then one of the sparks hit something connected to the florescent lights. Barry pushed Carlos out of the way and started hitting keys on the dimly lit panel.
Mike was losing control. The last bullet had pierced his shin and he could feel warm liquid pouring out. The light in his eyes was weakening. His movements slowed and suddenly the knife attached to his wrist began to weigh tons. Leland fell to the ground just before Burton cut the gunfire.
As the lights returned Mike could feel himself losing consciousness. He looked down at his leg. It wasn't that bad. He clutched it with the bit of strength he had left. The blood ran between Mike's fingers. He felt its consistency. It was watery and sticky.
Barry and Rebecca ran to Mike. He had somehow crawled to a wall and had left a winding, crimson trail. His world was becoming black. Mike took hold of Burton's jacket and pulled him down.
"Nemesis..." he whispered and fell, unconscious.