The MCGs suddenly stop... Right in their tracks! We all turn around in utter confusion. The hallway is completely silent. No clanking metal, no loud footsteps... only heavy breathing. Dr. Jenkins' eyes go back from angry red to normal and he turns to us, shrugging his shoulders.
My dad takes a small step towards Dr Jenkins who is now standing on the ground beside us. "Maybe they stopped because they realized that we weren't really a threat. Maybe they've actually realized who you are so they stopped."
But Dr. Jenkins just shakes his head, crushing the smallest bit of hope before it is really even revealed. "No... impossible. If the testing room didn't recognize my access code than the MCGs won't either. If only I would have made it to the testing room in time... before I changed this much; there might have been hope... If I only had just one small piece of my DNA from before I started this hideous transformation. Then maybe... just maybe we would have a chance. Something as small as an eyelash or even just a fingernail."
I jolt for a second, just realizing something amazing. "A fingernail! Your arm!!! The arm that Project P ripped off right after he infected you! Shouldn't that arm still have your original DNA?" I can't help but express how excited I am. This means that there may be hope for us yet.
The doctor goes into a daze, thinking about the possibility of my proposal. "You're absolutely correct! There's a great chance that my arm still has my original DNA and not the DNA of this creature that I've started to become."
One of the employees that have been studying the motionless MCGs steps forward. "Doctor... I think that we have a bigger problem. The MCGs, they aren't stopping... They're waiting." And just as she said that, there came a huge THUMP in the direction of the dormit MCGs. "They're waiting for reinforcements... and I think that they're here..."
Two huge metallic creatures leap over the still MCGs and land a few yards in front of all of us. I gasp as I realize what our new opponents are. They're Mechanical Cannon-Soldiers! The most elite of battle units. MC-Soldiers are rarely ever used... EVER! When they were first created during World War 3, there was a corrupt virus that got into the majority of the units. The virus blocked the soldiers' ability to distinguish one human from another and therefore... turned on every last one of us, even their creators... World War 3 was no longer a simple war between continents struggling for power... but then morphed into a war of humans and machines. It was devastating! These machines killed thousands of humans; effortlessly. We eventually counter-acted the corrupt virus in their processing systems, but no one will ever forget the time that we almost lost everything... MC-Soldiers are designed differently than MCGs. These soldiers are created to bring the fight TO the enemy instead of how a MCG's role is just to keep the enemy at bay. We're doomed...
The MC-Soldiers draw their cannons from their backs and mount them on their shoulders. They're going to destroy this whole hallway with us in it!!! Dr. Jenkins flaps his wings once, immediately taking into the air. "Let's go!" He quickly says to us. "BRS isn't playing around now! We have to get out of this whole hallway otherwise we're all going to die. Me... including all of you! There's a doorway at the end of this hallway and a portal gate in the room next to it. We should be able to make it there before the Mechanical Cannon-Soldiers blow this whole area to pieces."
He wastes no time, flapping his wings and heading to the end of the hallway with or without us. We scramble under him while the MC-Soldiers gather the necessary energy to do the job that there are here to do... destroy us. We start back down the hallway; the dates on the walls constantly descending and then there is a very loud click. I, along with everyone else, know what this click means... They have powered up, locked onto their target and are now ready to fire!
Dr. Jenkins shutters as he hears the clicking sound. "NO! We're not going to make it! This is the end for us! I have to do something..." He flies down only inches from our heads and then starts intensely focusing on the end of the hallway, still a good number of yards in front of us. There's a big explosion and I turn my head to see behind me. The MC-Soldiers have fired! Their cannons released two very large beams of condensed energy down the hallway... directly behind us!
These cannons are powered by the nitrogen boosters, similar to MCGs, but once fully charged, the power of these beams closely rivals the temperature of the planet's core! With these cannons, the MC-Soldiers almost took over the planet and now they are about to exterminate us as if mice helplessly caught in a trap.
We continue running and it's as if I can feel the heat from their blast on my back; tearing my shirt... burning my skin! And then I realize that the intense heat isn't coming from the blasts... it's in fact coming from Dr. Jenkins above us! But why has my body suddenly starting getting so hot... so unbearably hot!
I look above me and can barely see Dr. Jenkins. He is inside a very dense black smog of smoke and it seems to be engulfing us as well! Is this smog coming from Dr. Jenkins? I can make out a better picture of him as I notice his body starting to glow red. Wait... no... this can't be... he's just going to kill himself along with us! The heat; it's so strong... Covering my whole body... I CAN'T TAKE IT! I try to maneuver out of the smog, trying to get away from this awful heat radiating from this monster above me. My efforts are hopeless... No matter where I try to run... how I try to run... It's almost as if the smog is grabbing me. Pulling me back closer to Dr. Jenkins; preventing me from getting away.
I begin to feel a different type of heat. This one is from the blasts, now only a handful of yards from us. I look around but my efforts are in vain. The smog is too thick... too controlling. The heat is too scolding... too dangerously, intensely intolerable! Now it is as if my skin is melting right off of my bones! Dripping onto the ground under my feet. The blasts get closer... feet… inches from us... Their intense light bursts through the deep, dark smog. We're done for...