Chapter 5

Punishment
A/N: edited this a tiny bit, i think i must have changed it after i had put it up, oops! basically the same, tiny difference.
Disclaimer: Still dont own it
Sam lay Keira down on the cold concrete, there was nothing he could do for her now, he knew that but still rage built up inside him. How could anyone be so heartless?There must be more

He thought to himself. Sam wasn't given much time to contemplate this as he heard another cry:

"Sam!" He thought it must be the flock.

Tania!

With that single thought ploughing it's way through his head he ran out of the room and down the corridor, praying for them to keep shouting, praying she was okay.

Jeb Batchelder made his way to the front door having successfully avoided detection by the experiment. Jeb stood by the open doors and looked up at his magnificent building, the wonders he had discovered. As he gazed up at the rusty windows he remembered a time when they had been glossy and spellbinding along with the rest of this now decrepit structure.15 years previously when one of his staff had gotten… restless.

It was 1991 and a usual day for Jeb in the Institute, he came in through the glass doors, through the reception area, these days it was more and more empty. Jeb carried on through to his office, where he would sit down on his brown leather chair behind a vast old oak desk and call his secretary to make him coffee.

"White, no sugars"

After this, the normality would stop. Jeb would leave his office to make his way down a narrow, almost forgettable corridor, where he occasionally passed his son Ari giving him a nod of recognition. How he wished he had spoken to him more, told him how he felt. One day, 15 years ago Jeb's usual day filled with experimentation and paperwork was interrupted by a knock at his office door.

"Come in" Jeb sighed wearily as he realised he had locked the door. Slowly levering himself up from his chair and his desk, and his ever expanding pile of paperwork he walked to the door. One click saw the door open and the visitor walk inside, his white lab coat billowed behind him.

"What is it James?" Jeb asked, his tone softening slightly. James Smith had been a reliable worker for years.

"Well… sir, it's the angel experiment" James started, sitting down. Jeb looked up to see the face of his employee drenched in sweat. He hadn't noticed it before but the man's coat was dirty, his shoes were scuffed. This was especially unusual for a man whose usual attire was a sharp suit under a gleaming, freshly pressed white coat. His shoes were always polished and his hair in a severe parting in the centre of his head. He was always so… precise. And now he stuttered, lost in his own worries.

"Spit it out Jim" Jeb demanded, losing patience with the man.

"I… I… it's unethical, cruel, inhumane." James seemed to compose himself slightly, he rose in the chair as if he had just decided on why he was in this office.

"I don't want it to carry on sir. I… some people could get hurt" He finished, taking a breath and tensing in wait of a response.

"Well, that's how you feel. You should leave" Jeb said bluntly.

James stood up and turned to leave when that familiar tone sounded behind him. He had heard it so many times before, never aimed at him.

"How are you family Jim? Well I hope."

James Smith sat down.

James' "loyalty" had been strong ever since then. That was, until about a week earlier, when he had attacked Jeb with strong, honest threats.

"I don't care what you do, next week I'm going to the police. And there's nothing you can do" James had sounded cocky then. Jeb had soon dealt with that.

Jeb shook these thoughts from his mind, it didn't do well to dwell and this only made him think of Ari, he felt a stabbing pain in his chest whenever he did so. Jeb closed the doors behind him, the last exit now secured and waited for the detonation team to arrive.

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