What happens next is hard to explain. The metal of the door feels like melted butter between my fingers, the shouts and cries of the soldiers guarding my room are muffled in my ears. After a flurry of movement they're lying mangled at my feet. I forge on, not sparing them a second glance. I know where I'm going, but at the same time I don't. The only rooms that I've been to within this facility were my bedroom, the interrogation room, and the infirmary. However, my feet seem to be guiding me to a very specific place.
Time passes, how much I am unsure, and the corridors flood with bright red lights and a screeching siren. The bodies must have been found. The stomping of the soldier's boots on the tile closes in, but I continue my leisurely pace. A smile spreads across my face as the first soldier rounds the corner. They begin firing, but their bullets are useless. I feel nothing. I fling my hand out and they're tossed into the air and thrown against the far wall at the end of the corridor. They topple over one another like the dominoes I played with when I was a child.
A few more turns and I'm face to face with a large red door. Instead of kicking the door down I opt to grab the handle, surprisingly it's unlocked. On the other side is a catwalk overlooking a large room flooded with fluorescent light. What's going on below can only be described as chaos. Men and women in hazmat suits are bustling around, pushing machines and IV drips. Some are pushing people on gurneys frantically out the door on the far side of the room. Others are tending to people in closed off chambers. In one chamber lies a large man, sweat is pouring down his face as an array of men and women stick various needles into his skin. In another lies a frail, older women staring blankly at the ceiling through heavy, hooded eyes. What really catches my attention though is the toddler screaming in the corner.
The little boy is strapped down to a metal table by his hands and feet. He struggles against the binds and tears fall down his face. A needle is sticking in his arm. The tube connected to is full of a dark maroon looking liquid. The bag attached to the tube appears nearly full. The nurse takes the full bag of the maroon liquid and places in into a container with other bags that resemble it. She then connects the tube to another empty bag and repeats the process. I place my hand over my mouth to stifle my scream. They're slowly killing this child by draining him of his blood. They only keep him barely alive to allow it to regenerate. These are the experiments that Stanton was talking about. I feel bile begin to rise in my throat and I choke it back down. In that little boy I see my own child, a small little boy with my eyes and Aaron's smile and I snap.
Suddenly I'm off the catwalk and on the bottom floor people are running and screaming but I ignore them. I make a beeline strait towards the child. I tear one of the plastic walls down and the nurse inside screams.
"Please," she cries, "Please. I'm just doing my job. I never meant-" I send her flying across the room before she even has a chance to finish. I approach the table and quickly tear the bindings off of his little legs and arms. He doesn't move. I reach for his neck then, desperately trying to find a pulse. Nothing. I look for any sign of breathing but no air escapes him. I look up into his eyes then. They're glossy and vacant staring at the far corner of the room. They're big, kind brown eyes. He must have been such a sweet boy. A drop of water falls onto my hand, and then another. A few moments later I realize that it's my own tears. I close his eyes and stand up, wiping my tears off my face with the back of my hand. This has gone too far. They will all pay for this.
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The room is completely unrecognizable. The once clean medical facility is destroyed. Bodies of men and women still in their hazmat suit are piled on the cool tile floor. The large machines have been torn apart and littered across the vast warehouse. The small plastic chambers have been torn down, and the people within them have been set free. The fluorescent lights above me are flickering and shorting out.
I stand up from my crouched position. I slowly feel myself regain control. It was as if I was watching it happen from the outside; I barely remember doing any of this. All I could see at the time was red. I don't know how long it took either. It may have taken me seconds, minutes, or hours to tear this room apart. A feeling of guilt washes over me as I spy the dead bodies of the doctors in the corner, but it quickly passes. They knew what they were doing. They deserved to die like the rest of them. Next on my list is Stanton.
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I stumble through the corridors and find myself in front of a very large, official looking oak door.
I'm about to kick it until I hear a familiar voice say, "It's unlocked." I grab the handle and the door opens with a loud creak. Behind the door is a large office the size of my bedroom, bathroom, closet, and office at base combined. Everything is made of a light wood. The back wall is lined with bookshelves from floor to ceiling full of books. To the left lies a large table with enough room to seat ten people in its leather chairs. In the center of it all sits Stanton at his large desk. He regards me with a displeased expression as he continues spinning a pencil between his fingers.
"You know Juliette," he begins in a soft voice, "I've always expected big things from you." He stops and leans back in his chair. I move forward and his eyes study my movements.
"From the moment I first heard of you from the other Sectors I knew you were going to be a problem. I knew it was only a matter of time before you achieved your goals due to the fact that there was no possible way to combat your abilities," he pauses and stares into my eyes.
"All of the others failed in taking you down because they went about it all wrong. They wanted to use force, but as you can see that's just not feasible," he bangs his fist on the desk and the wild look from earlier returns to his eyes, "I on the other hand have finally figured it out."
I steel myself and stare into his eyes challenging him to finish, "I know there's no way out of this. I'm well aware that you're going to kill me. But I-" he cuts himself off with a loud chuckle, "I have found a way to take you down with me." Something about his words makes my skin crawl, but I ignore the feeling and force myself to pay attention.
"You're a martyr Juliette!" he yells with a bright smile on his face.
"You're successful because the people believe in you. Because they think that you're a symbol of freedom and justice." Another pause. "But what if that image was distorted?" He stares at me and I stare back unflinching. He grabs a remote then and some of the panels on the wall slide back to reveal a large flat screen tv.
"I wonder how your fans will feel now that they've seen this." All of a sudden the screen lights up and reveals a video of a girl killing scientists and tearing soldiers apart. My breath sticks in my throat when I realize that the girl is me. I turn to Stanton with wide eyes and he smirks back.
"I wonder what your people think of you now that they've seen this." He stands then and slowly makes his way towards me. I'm too stunned to do anything other than stare.
"You see Juliette while you were throwing your little fit I was recording all of it and broadcasting the chaos on every tv across the country." He stops when he's right in front of me and brings his voice down to a whisper, "So go ahead Juliette. Kill me. It doesn't matter at this point. Go ahead and go home too while you're at it. Just know one thing."
He puts his lips close to my ear when he speaks, "You will be alone when you do."
Yay! New chapter! It's been a while hasn't it? Sorry about the wait. School has been insane this year. I haven't had time to think let alone write. I'm sorry for keeping you waiting. After numerous (some rather angry lol) pm's asking me to continue, I have decided to write this up real quick and put it out for you all. So I apologize if there are some grammatical or spelling errors in this chapter. My main goal was to quickly write something for you all to read. I hope you enjoyed, and as always thank you for sticking with me throughout this process. You all are amazing!