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part five
:-:-: theme; maps by maroon 5 :-:-:

!WARNING! ahead is more darker themes and profanity. this will be the only warning i give going forward

"How long are they going to keep it in there?" A guard asked, glancing over his shoulder at the door they were stationed at, a wary expression on his face.

The second guard shrugged, unaffected. "I don't know… I mean, it's dead."

"Exactly, so what's the point of keeping the corpse? It's disgusting."

"Oh, you wanna talk about disgusting? Hah! Let me tell you about this one freak I saw yesterday—" A sharp sound is heard, and the man looks confused. "I-I saw—"

"Holy shit! What the fuck!" The first guard jumps back, but the second man remains still, confused at his outburst.

"I-I—" Blood crawls up his throat and gurgles out his mouth. The first guard continues to yell, but the second one still doesn't quite know why— He looks down and sees a giant spike of ice protruding from his chest. "Oh—"

The freezer door is kicked down, crushing the impaled guard beneath it.

"Oh my fuck—!" The remaining guard is visibly shaking, staring at the expanding pool of blood in horror. He looks up, expecting to see a beast, a monster— "Y-You're a little girl—" His head snaps back, an ice spike piercing through his throat.

"Shut up."

The facility that was once bright from the fluorescent lights, was now dark and dim, save for the flashing red lights from the alarms. The blaring noise of the said alarm was enough to make Octavia's head hurt, her sensitive hearing not helping in the least. However, that wouldn't hold her back. She wasn't going to stop until she killed every last one of those whitecoats.

Octavia has no idea what happened after they trapped her in that frozen coffin, but she does remember the moments before then— and as she continues to tear apart everyone in her path, she knows that Micah would have loved her for it.

The brunette's ears twitch as a buzzing sound emits from the halls; a second later, a voice plays through the intercom. "Do not kill the subject. I repeat, do not kill the subject. We need it alive. Subject Glacies is not to be terminated." The message repeats itself, and soon, Octavia can hear the pounding of approaching footsteps.

Just by the sound of the heavy footfalls, Octavia can tell that the incoming group is made up of guards. The huffing she also hears, means that they're no ordinary guards either.

'Erasers…' Octavia grits her teeth, bracing herself for when the monsters round the corner. The strange monsters that look like wolves but are actually men. Men that erase everything in their path.

A chill runs through her, and she looks down to see the floor frosted over with ice. 'Whoa,' She says, backing off of the ice slightly, watching as it continues to spread across the floor… and in the direction of the incoming Erasers.

Not a moment later, a plan has formed in her mind. She backs away as far as she can, crouching down in a darkened corner of the hallway— the red light of the blinking alarm illuminating her every other second.

The Erasers turn the corner, but she isn't afraid. If anything, she had been anticipating them. They turn their heads and see her immediately, snarling with evil grins on their faces. Before they can try and charge, however, their feet slide along the icey floor and towards the wall.

Octavia focuses with a yell, and instead of smacking into the wall— the Erasers are all impaled by the sharpened ice that is now protruding from it.

The girl doesn't even flinch or hesitate for a second; she quickly runs down the hallway in which those monsters came from. She had no idea where she was going, but she was confident that she'd know what to do when she got there.

'Micah, my heart, I—'

Octavia's thoughts and plans are abruptly put on hold, as she turns a corner, only to be met with an extensive shock. She screams, clutching her neck where the shock originated from, and falls to her knees. The shock comes again, but in her back. She moves her arm to protect the area, but it leaves her stomach open, and she is shocked there next.

Soon, she is nothing but a trembling mess on the ground— curled into a ball as she cries in agony. Jolts of electricity still run through her body and she can already feel her consciousness fading.

"No," Octavia croaks weakly, trying her hardest to keep her eyes open. "I will…" She sees a familiar figure approaching her, a shock baton still in his hands from when he used it on her. Black spots blocked his face from her vision, but she knew who the man was. "...I will kill you… all…"

It was Jeb Batchelder.