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THE OAKWELL 100
Chapter Fifteen
On his way down the corridor Sam could hear gun fire coming from Ward Two, in the pitch darkness he reached out and found the wall quickly pressing his body against it as he slowly inched along until he reached the door to the ward. Peering around the corner into the dimly lighted room, from fading light that came through the windows he could make out a figure of a boy just inside but not far from the door, sneaking up behind him shot him in the back then took the boy's gun as he fired a couple of shots off around the room before quickly making his escape. Running down the corridor he tucked the gun into his pyjama pants he now had more bullets.
Dean left the cafeteria and made his way along the corridor towards Ward Three and Four, it was pitch dark but his eyes were now adjusting to the darkness hearing footsteps running towards him he quickly hid in a doorway and waited. He heard the footsteps come closer then they slowed eventually Dean's eyes could just make out a figure of a soldier; he fired of a kill shot and quickly grabbed the soldier's gun and knife before quickly leaving, the others would have heard the gun shot and he didn't want them to know his location, from now on he decided to use only the knife.
Hearing that the Colonel was dead the sergeant knew he was in charge now and his first priority was to get these people safely down to the operating theatre. Checking his ammo he had one spare clip besides the clip in his gun, the other two soldiers had the same. Taking charge he informed them "Ok, this is what's going to happen, Roberts and I will take lead Dr Gray you will carry Dr Freeman, Barker here will bring up the rear"
"Ok" Dr Gray & Dr Walker replied in unison. Trying not to hurt her Dr Gray picked up Alice Freeman carefully then waited for the sergeant to give the command to go
Listened at the door the sergeant could hear gunfire in the distance, he knew that to get to the theatre they would have to go back the way they had come passing Ward One. Taking the torch from Dr Walker he opened the door and listened for signs of noises before he and Roberts started down the dark corridor the others following behind, shining the torch his gun at the ready the sergeant saw one of his men lying on the floor; he knelt down checking for a pulse but found no sign of one, moving on they came to the door of Ward One where all was quiet. Quickly he shined his torch inside there was dead bodies everywhere, some of them were soldiers and there were a possible twenty dead boys, his torch flashed over Nurse Betty's body seeing the bullet hole in her forehead he ordered them to move on down the corridor towards the operating theatre, they reached it without seeing any of the boys. Once inside Dr Gray placed Dr Freeman on the operating table and started to prepare for surgery by torchlight whilst the sergeant locked the door.
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Scott the computer genius had eventually hacked into the CIA database in particular Guy Harrison's emails, he found the email from Doctor Chan informing Guy Harrison that John's sons had died; no wonder John took off without a word. He found several more emails from Dr Chan one of which Guy Harrison had not read yet so Scott opened it and read it; he was immediately puzzled by its contents if boys were dead why was Dr Chan requesting information about their background what possible use would that be? Picking up the phone he called John only to end the call when he didn't answer. Instead he carried on reading Guy Harrison's emails, there was interesting information in them all thoughts off getting in touch with John was soon forgotten.
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Through the small glass panel in the theatre door the sergeant kept a watchful eye on the corridor while Dr Gray operated, it was now his primary job to protect these people turning he looked around at the non military people in his care before summoning Roberts over to him "Stay here guard them I'm going to find a way out of here" having received a nod of confirmation from Roberts the sergeant left the theatre and proceeded down the corridor, he didn't like it the hairs on the back of his neck were standing on end it was too quiet now to eerie before there were gunshots but now he could hear a pin drop. Reaching the store room he ventured inside rummaging around he found another torch before carrying on down the corridor his newly found torch lighting the way. Entering Ward Two he flashed the torch around there was a least twenty more dead boys lying on the floor in pools of blood it was obvious they had turned on each other. Hearing a noise from the next room the sergeant quickly backed out of the room and carried on down the corridor, a gunshot rang out as he saw a boy running from the room. In torchlight as the boy turned he could see the blank unemotional face of Sam Winchester, Sam fired at him before running off down the corridor the sergeant took off after him returning fire as he went suddenly out of the darkness the sergeant heard a cry of pain he had hit him.
Sam dragged his right leg behind him into the cafeteria before hiding behind one of the tables; he needed to stop the bleeding where the sergeant's bullet had hit him, finding a discarded scarf presumably left by one of the nurses he tied it around his leg. Hearing the sergeant just outside the room he picked up his gun and held his breath as he waited for the sergeant to enter.
The sergeant took a few tentative steps into the cafeteria the beam from his torch dancing around the room. With blood covered hands Sam held the gun up ready to fire, just two more steps Sam thought but those two steps never came from somewhere out in the corridor a shot ran out and Sam heard the sergeant body fall to the floor then seconds later another Oakwell boy entered the cafeteria unaware that Sam was in there. Sam knew the boy his name was Jack he sat next to him in his math class but it didn't stop Sam from shooting him in the head.
Dean had reached Ward Three on the way he had killed three Oakwell boys slitting their throats with his knife. Along the way he had heard gun fire in the distance possibly coming from Ward One or Two. Now peering into Ward Three he saw the carnage of dead bodies swiftly moving on down the corridor towards Ward Four he heard more gunfire, biding his time he knew the boys would kill each other so instead he entered the nurses' staff room where in the middle of the room stood the yellow-eyed demon. "Father"
"I want you to be the one that finishes this" he held out his hands to reveal two hand grenades "Go to the lab and use the grenades on inflammable chemicals there"
"Yes Father" Dean took the grenades from him "Failure is unacceptable"
"Good now go"
Dean left the nurses' staff room and headed back up the corridor towards Ward One. Father had given him an order, failure was not an option now he was running as fast he could down the corridor as he neared the cafeteria he heard a noise behind him slowing down he stopped and turned as he turned he was immediately blinded by the light of a torch raising his arm he shielded his eyes from it he heard the familiar voice of his brother.
"You know Dean I've walked in your shadow long enough, daddy perfect little soldier. I tried to me like you the way you followed dad round like a lap dog obeying his every order but guess what I gave up I didn't want to be like you anymore I wanted to be by own person, you know Dean your pathetic you can't even think for yourself" Sam yelled out
"Well how do you think I felt, Dad drilling it into me look after Sammy, don't you thing I wanted to have fun to go out with friends but no I had to look after you, cook for you, take you to school, I did everything for you I even wiped your arse since the age of four, I've done everything Dad asked but he still loves you more than me" Dean shouted angrily back
Sam lifted the gun and fired he was pleased to see that the bullet hit Dean in his side, his brother fired back and took off down the corridor as Sam fired more bullets at him. Dean's side was on fire from the gunshot wound he could feel the blood leaking through his fingers as he held his hand over the wound his only thought now was to follow yellow-eyed father's orders. It wasn't far but he was feeling dizzy his vision was swimming as he passed the operating theatre then Ward One. Slowing down as he at last reached the lab opening the door he took his blood cover hand away from his side and wiped it down his t-shirt before taking hold of both pins in the grenades he waited for his vision to clear.
After Sam had fired his gun at his brother he had gone in the opposite direction down the corridor as best he could his leg was bleeding heavily now as he limped along the storage room came into view he quickly entered and started looking for anything to stop the blood loss. Sitting down on the cold floor he tore open a packet of bandages and started to wrap his leg the way his dad had shown him. Climbing to his feet his thoughts were of killing his brother, the yellow-eyed father wanted his brother dead he wanted them all dead; he exited the storage room and started to limp slowly down the corridor in the direction of his brother. Dean's vision had cleared enough for him to make out the storage area so he pulled out the two pins and threw the hand grenades in between the inflammables chemical cylinders and waited for the blast to come. Sam felt the blast wave before the explosion hit him full force sending him flying backwards through the air and landing with a bone crunching thud against the wall.
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Research and Medical Centre had black smoke bellowing from it, unable to land the chopper on the helicopter pad the pilot turned his head to informed his four passengers he would land as near to the centre as possible. John, Bobby, Caleb and Pastor Jim looked down at the burning centre when Scott had eventually phoned Bobby asking him to get in touch with John, John had been given new hope but now seeing the centre and feeling the blast wave his heart sank. Bobby squeezed John's shoulder giving him reassurance but deep down he felt the same as John there was no hope for the boys. The Pilot an old army friend of Caleb landed the chopper in a nearby field as soon as the chopper was down the four seasoned hunters jumped out and headed towards the smoking centre. They had no problems entering the centre the doors had been blown off in the blast, John was the first one to enter covering his mouth with his jacket sleeve he could barely see anything due to the choking black smoke that filled the air, luckily the water sprinklers were working and the fire in this part of the building was out. Walking down the corridor with his torch in hand John searched for his sons. Everywhere there was burnt body's of boys and soldiers as the beam from John's torch danced around the corridor eventually it landed on a familiar form, John surged forward running over to his son, his youngest Sam lay motionless on the floor carefully John turned him over and gasped, Sam's face and upper body was burned as he looked down his son's body John noticed the bullet wound in his leg gingerly John felt for a pulse "No, Sammy no" he pulled his son to him cradling him in his arms
Caleb and Pastor Jim continued to search were they could but there was no sign of Dean some of the bodies were so badly burnt they were unrecognizable. They walked towards Bobby and shook their heads. Bobby leaned down putting his hand on John's shoulder "We have to go there no way any one survived this"
"Dean?" John asked climbing to his feet with Sam in his arms in the distance he could hear the sound of sirens approaching
"Sorry John"
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Three days later a tearful John stood in front of Mary's headstone at either side of hers were two new headstones for Sam and Dean. "I'm sorry Mary, I let the boys down; I let you down. God I wish you were here with me I need you right now I don't think I can get through this without you" John turned away from the headstones with tears running down his face he wiped them away with his hand as he walked towards the impala reaching the car he ran his hand over the paintwork on the hood as he moved to the driver's side. He had intended to give Dean the impala for his 18th Birthday but now he would never see the look of surprise on Dean's face; he had always loved the car. As he opened the driver's side door it squeaked climbing in Bobby gave him a look of concern his friend had been through the mangle these past five months he needed time to heal to come to terms with his loss for now revenge on the yellow-eyed demon could wait
TBC