Mirror Image

CHAPTER 4

Private Darren Hudson flushed the toilet and walked out of the cubicle. He walked other to the sink to wash his hands. A mirror still hung above the sink with Ben Grey's warning ringing in Private Hudson's ears he didn't look in the mirror. But as he left the sink to go dry his hands by accident he just briefly glanced in the mirror. It was just a couple of seconds but it was long enough. Private Hudson felt the now familiar hissing voice surrounding him. Except it wasn't. It was in his head. The voice was saying "You Have Been Chosen." He closed his eyes and walked away from the mirror backing out of the room. He opened his eyes again in the corridor the voice had stopped now. This time he had escaped.

Brigadier Mina Anderson had called her team of Canton Everett Delaware III and Private Darren Hudson together for a strategy meeting.

"Right" she started "So whilst you to were busy having coffee I got tactics to produce us a map with the locations of all the reported Scard activity. As you can see from the map their is a particularly large concentration of reports around this warehouse."

"So what's in the warehouse?" asked Canton.

"That's what I thought after seeing this so I got research to try and find out." she said pausing for effect.

"So what did they find?" asked Darren.

"It was the base of The Cult Of The Mirror Image until seven years ago they just left." said Mina as she finished relaying her latest news.

"So do we think this cult is connected to the Scard? I mean given how the Scard use mirrors and they're called The Cult Of The Mirror Image it seems a big coincidence otherwise. We should go visit that warehouse to see if it can give us any leads." said Canton in his element once more.

"My thoughts exactly Canton." said Mina glad they were on the same page.

Before anymore planing could be done a UNIT soldier popped his head round the door with a message for them.

"Medical think you might want to go to the morgue again somethings happened down there with the victims." he then vanished as quickly as he'd appeared.

"Well boys looks like our warehouse excursion is going to have to be post-phoned for a bit whilst we visit the morgue first." said Mina before standing up to go out of the room and down into the morgue again.

As they walked into the morgue a flustered looking man with receding hair in a lab coat ran other to them and said "Brigadier I gather you've heard about our situation in here."

"Yes we've heard something's happened down here so can you tell us what's happened Doctor Isaac?" commanded Mina.

"About twenty minutes ago they regained a pulse. It was and is still slow but it's definitely their again." explained Doctor Isaac.

"And it's all of them not just one or two?" asked Canton.

"Yes all of them. It's as if twenty minutes ago something happened that brought them back from their previous dead state. Like something gave a signal for them to wake up." said a confused Isaac.

Throughout this entire conversation Private Hudson had been strangely quite it was as if being in the morgue surrounded by Full Forms was having some sort of effect on him. He was struggling to focus on what Canton and Mina were saying all he could think about was what had happened in the bathroom and the words You Have Been Chosen. Those words echoed around his head once again. He closed his eyes when he opened them again they were solid black...

Mina, Canton and Isaac were all leaning over the body that had been Crystal Smith. Suddenly one of her hands shot up and gripped Doctor Isaac around the throat strangling him. Doctor Isaac's body dropped to the floor as Crystal squeezed all the life out of him. Canton and Mina both instinctively drew their guns and pointed them at her. Crystal climbed of her slab and slouchingly walked towards them her fellow Full Forms doing the same. Expecting Darren to be joining them Canton glanced other to him. But Private Darren Hudson was no more. A voice echoed around the morgue with the now familiar hissing tone of the Scard.

"I have risen. I am the Scard Lord. I am the Seventh One." Private Hudson's face now had the familiar grotesque marks of the Scard. The clawed out eyes and mouth replaced with the dark black voids.

"Come now my Full Forms your Scard hosts await you." he hissed as he turned to walk out of the morgue followed by all of the zombie like Full Forms. Leaving Mina and Canton alone in the now more or less empty morgue.

Mina was on her walkie talkie once more issuing orders to let the advancing horde pass unharmed if they wanted to avoid a massacre as their was too many and they were too powerful to take on.

Canton and Mina turned to look at each other "I'm willing to bet there's only their heading to." said Mina.

"The warehouse." replied Canton once again the two of the were on the same page.

Brigadier Mina Anderson and Canton ran out of the morgue and headed for the jeeps. Mina got in the drivers seat and Canton got in the passenger set. They tore off down the streets heading for the warehouse. By the time they eventual had arrived at the warehouse it was starting to turn to night. The warehouse was bigger than they were expecting. It was huge and in bad condition. It's red paint was peeling the roof was falling in in certain places and it creaked in the wind. In the darkness of the approaching night they could see a body lying on the floor. The body had dark sockets were it's eyes and mouth should be...

Thank you for reading this I hope you enjoyed it. If The Cult Of The Mirror Image seem like they just popped up from nowhere to just be a plot device that is because they did! But I do have a plan for The Cult this isn't the last we'll see of them...

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