14
Steve sat huddled in the darken corner, his head ached and his body was bruised. Everything was going great, he and Claire were out and escaping when all of a suddenly they were attacked by…by what?
Something that wasn't natural. That's for sure.
He opened his eyes to the darkness only to see his prison; he shifted from the metal gate and gazed at it. It seemed too strong to open and on top of that there was a card reader on the other side. Maybe to active the gate.
Then is dawned on him. Claire! She wasn't with him! He panicked desperately hoping that she was alive and well. She was the type of girl to fight and survive mostly anything. But everyone has his or her limits. Hopefully not Claire, she was strong and very tough. And strangely enough used to all this.
He stood up aching and paining all over. He grabbed a hold of the metal bars and yanked it hard. They didn't indicate anything to him, he was stuck.
Steve stood back and stared at the impenetrable metal gate for a moment. Wherever possible, there had to be an escape route! He turned round; there wasn't much only a long path with stone statues and a chair right at the back. He walked towards it and stopped suddenly. It was a strange metallic chair, if it could be called that.
There was a red button just above it; it had to control the release mechanism for the metal restraints that were attached to the side of the chair. He looked around it for anything that could help him to open the metal bars, there was nothing.
He sat on the cold floor. It was completely hopeless. A faint light shone down from above, he glared up only to meet another gate.
There was a room above. His heart quickened with excitement and hope.
He stood up and climbed the chair. He reached up to tug at the small metal squares, but they didn't move. He only thought of one other option, so he grabbed the gate with his hands and pulled up until his face was almost touching the metal.
"Claire!" he screamed, "Claire help! I'm down here!" he paused wishing to hear her call back, she didn't. There was nothing other than the faint echoes of his voice.
He reached up again, pressing his entire face to the cool network of squares, "Claire!" he called again, "It's me Steve!" he listened. Nothing.
"HELP ME!" he cried for the last time.
Steve let go and dropped to the floor. It was finally official, he was trapped. Maybe forever.
"Shit!" he muttered with rage. He didn't want to be stuck in a place full of killer creatures. And Claire, he was afraid for her. He didn't want to lose her, not here of all places.
He didn't want to lose her.
He backed up staring at the light. His promise to her failed. He badly wanted to protect her and he never succeeded. It was her who protected and saved him several times. He felt weak, pathetic and a total loser. It would be up to her, again, to help him out…
Unless she was…
He stopped himself, she wasn't. She couldn't! Not Claire! She was too brave and too strong for death.
"What do we have here?"
Steve spun round.
"Yet another rodent to deal with."
"Alexia?!" gasped Steve.
Her golden hair lay around her shoulders like silk. Her cobalt eyes sparkled unnaturally; there was a deep sense of wickedness originating from them. She wore a purple gown, which fitted her body perfectly. She wore white gloves that ended at her elbows and a small pendent around her neck.
She smiled, "In the flesh."
Within her hands she held a huge axe. For anyone else it would have been too heavy to lift let alone carry. But to her it was nothing, as if it was a thin piece of paper. She stood behind the metal bars staring at him. Her eyes glowed and the gate rose up. She walked pass them and then headed to Steve. The gate re-closed again, forbidding any chance of escaping.
"Would you like to be my next guinea pig?" she said.
Steve backed up, she was dangerous, it was so apparent, "I'll think I'll pass," he said nervously.
She laughed, a high pitch sound, Steve covered his ears. She was something but human, "I don't think you have a choice."
Her speed increased, and as if in a blink of an eye she was by his side smiling.
Steve was stunned; he didn't know what was happening. Alexia dropped the axe to the floor; it fell making the loudest bang. It seemed to echo forever. She grabbed onto his shirt snapping him out of his trance and lifted him up, "You'll be the prefect specimen to destroy that nuisance," she smirked revealing a small vial. "You see this Steve?"
She held it up to his face, "This is the last batch of the T-Veronica virus."
Steve eyes widen, he knew exactly what she was going to do with him. He struggled at her grip; Alexia frowned annoyed by his actions. She pulled him near and threw him to the floor as if he was nothing but a rag.
He flew through the air and landed on the chair, his head hit the edge of the chair dazing him.
She skipped to him, like a child playing with her toys, and wrapped the metal restraints around his arms and chest. She then moved round and grabbed his jaw roughly, "You'll be the perfect drone."
She opened the vial and stared at the contents, it was clear and looked very harmless, "Lets just hope you don't end up like my useless father."
Steve gasped struggling against the metal, "Please," he begged, "Don't do this!"
Alexia stared at him as if for the first time. She threw back her head and laughed viciously. She yanked his head back and poured the liquid down his throat. He began choking trying to stop the liquid from entering his body. She shook his head hard.
Hot tears ran down his cheeks as the deadly virus seeped though him.
She let go and backed away until she met the axe, picking it up she walked to Steve forcing it across the wall, blocking him, "Just a little present for when you see Claire," she sniggered backing away from him heading to the gate.
Her dress swept the floor as she passed back under the gate and away.
Steve stared on unable to free himself from the restraints. It wouldn't matter anymore. He bent his head ashamed that he couldn't do anything to help himself. Ashamed that he didn't held up a struggle against Alexia. But he was mostly ashamed that he couldn't help or keep his promise to Claire.
No it didn't matter anymore.
He was dead anyway…
It was only a matter of time before death came for him…
…And Claire.
Steve sat huddled in the darken corner, his head ached and his body was bruised. Everything was going great, he and Claire were out and escaping when all of a suddenly they were attacked by…by what?
Something that wasn't natural. That's for sure.
He opened his eyes to the darkness only to see his prison; he shifted from the metal gate and gazed at it. It seemed too strong to open and on top of that there was a card reader on the other side. Maybe to active the gate.
Then is dawned on him. Claire! She wasn't with him! He panicked desperately hoping that she was alive and well. She was the type of girl to fight and survive mostly anything. But everyone has his or her limits. Hopefully not Claire, she was strong and very tough. And strangely enough used to all this.
He stood up aching and paining all over. He grabbed a hold of the metal bars and yanked it hard. They didn't indicate anything to him, he was stuck.
Steve stood back and stared at the impenetrable metal gate for a moment. Wherever possible, there had to be an escape route! He turned round; there wasn't much only a long path with stone statues and a chair right at the back. He walked towards it and stopped suddenly. It was a strange metallic chair, if it could be called that.
There was a red button just above it; it had to control the release mechanism for the metal restraints that were attached to the side of the chair. He looked around it for anything that could help him to open the metal bars, there was nothing.
He sat on the cold floor. It was completely hopeless. A faint light shone down from above, he glared up only to meet another gate.
There was a room above. His heart quickened with excitement and hope.
He stood up and climbed the chair. He reached up to tug at the small metal squares, but they didn't move. He only thought of one other option, so he grabbed the gate with his hands and pulled up until his face was almost touching the metal.
"Claire!" he screamed, "Claire help! I'm down here!" he paused wishing to hear her call back, she didn't. There was nothing other than the faint echoes of his voice.
He reached up again, pressing his entire face to the cool network of squares, "Claire!" he called again, "It's me Steve!" he listened. Nothing.
"HELP ME!" he cried for the last time.
Steve let go and dropped to the floor. It was finally official, he was trapped. Maybe forever.
"Shit!" he muttered with rage. He didn't want to be stuck in a place full of killer creatures. And Claire, he was afraid for her. He didn't want to lose her, not here of all places.
He didn't want to lose her.
He backed up staring at the light. His promise to her failed. He badly wanted to protect her and he never succeeded. It was her who protected and saved him several times. He felt weak, pathetic and a total loser. It would be up to her, again, to help him out…
Unless she was…
He stopped himself, she wasn't. She couldn't! Not Claire! She was too brave and too strong for death.
"What do we have here?"
Steve spun round.
"Yet another rodent to deal with."
"Alexia?!" gasped Steve.
Her golden hair lay around her shoulders like silk. Her cobalt eyes sparkled unnaturally; there was a deep sense of wickedness originating from them. She wore a purple gown, which fitted her body perfectly. She wore white gloves that ended at her elbows and a small pendent around her neck.
She smiled, "In the flesh."
Within her hands she held a huge axe. For anyone else it would have been too heavy to lift let alone carry. But to her it was nothing, as if it was a thin piece of paper. She stood behind the metal bars staring at him. Her eyes glowed and the gate rose up. She walked pass them and then headed to Steve. The gate re-closed again, forbidding any chance of escaping.
"Would you like to be my next guinea pig?" she said.
Steve backed up, she was dangerous, it was so apparent, "I'll think I'll pass," he said nervously.
She laughed, a high pitch sound, Steve covered his ears. She was something but human, "I don't think you have a choice."
Her speed increased, and as if in a blink of an eye she was by his side smiling.
Steve was stunned; he didn't know what was happening. Alexia dropped the axe to the floor; it fell making the loudest bang. It seemed to echo forever. She grabbed onto his shirt snapping him out of his trance and lifted him up, "You'll be the prefect specimen to destroy that nuisance," she smirked revealing a small vial. "You see this Steve?"
She held it up to his face, "This is the last batch of the T-Veronica virus."
Steve eyes widen, he knew exactly what she was going to do with him. He struggled at her grip; Alexia frowned annoyed by his actions. She pulled him near and threw him to the floor as if he was nothing but a rag.
He flew through the air and landed on the chair, his head hit the edge of the chair dazing him.
She skipped to him, like a child playing with her toys, and wrapped the metal restraints around his arms and chest. She then moved round and grabbed his jaw roughly, "You'll be the perfect drone."
She opened the vial and stared at the contents, it was clear and looked very harmless, "Lets just hope you don't end up like my useless father."
Steve gasped struggling against the metal, "Please," he begged, "Don't do this!"
Alexia stared at him as if for the first time. She threw back her head and laughed viciously. She yanked his head back and poured the liquid down his throat. He began choking trying to stop the liquid from entering his body. She shook his head hard.
Hot tears ran down his cheeks as the deadly virus seeped though him.
She let go and backed away until she met the axe, picking it up she walked to Steve forcing it across the wall, blocking him, "Just a little present for when you see Claire," she sniggered backing away from him heading to the gate.
Her dress swept the floor as she passed back under the gate and away.
Steve stared on unable to free himself from the restraints. It wouldn't matter anymore. He bent his head ashamed that he couldn't do anything to help himself. Ashamed that he didn't held up a struggle against Alexia. But he was mostly ashamed that he couldn't help or keep his promise to Claire.
No it didn't matter anymore.
He was dead anyway…
It was only a matter of time before death came for him…
…And Claire.