Incomprehensible

Chapter 2: Possibilities

5554's footsteps approach the communications room in rapid succession. A clear sign of his excitement. 1245 followed behind him, keeping up with him as best he could. "Shouldn't we be getting a small team of those willing to help production?" 1245 asked. "Best to inform everybody first, yeah? That way, we'll be able to weed out who's capable and who isn't." 5554 barged into the comms room, and immediately got on the intercom. He didn't turn it on yet and glanced at 1245. 1245 folded his arms, averting his gaze. "It was your idea. Go on." 5554 nods and turns on the intercom. He broadcasted his message across the entire facility, so every personnel would have intel on their plans. Whilst this went on, 1245 furrowed his brows after hearing a whisper in his ear. Peeking out in the hallway, he peered down both corridors, in confusion. Through the blaring of 5554's voice over the intercom, 1245 heard a distinct voice in his ear, though the language was something foreign to him.

"The hell am I hearing...?" He murmured to himself. Was it his powers, casting false illusions to his mind? That was highly unlikely. It was more unlikely someone could actually be inside the building. One that wasn't verified, at least. In the midst of his confusion, a high-pitched ringing plays in his ears, causing him to hold both hands to them, as he winces from the sounds. Whispers collected as 1245's vision blurred. In his blurry vision, he could make out the image of a silhouette, standing in front of him. As his vision began to clear, he saw a man. A man in complete greyscale, staring at him. Uncanny it was. The super uncanny thing however...

They had no face. They were expressionless.

He stood as if he were in a trance. As frightening as the sight was, he was compelled to stay staring at the expressionless being. Momentarily, 1245 felt a hand on his shoulder as he snapped from his trance. "Dude, you alright?" 5554 asked him. 1245 blinked several times, before staring back down the hallway. The person they saw was gone. "Yeah..never better." 1245 cleared his throat, raising an eyebrow. "Anyways. Did you make the message?" 5554 furrowed his brows, baffled at his question. "Well, you just heard me over the loudspeaker man. Course I did. We should be up and running for production in no time." 1245 nods, pleased with this analogy. "Let's hope it comes fast. We don't have much time." Footsteps suddenly thump from the other end of the corridor.

"5554! 1245! This is urgent!" A curly haired scientist approached the two, stopping when they got close enough. "The city's department of defense general has arrived..he isn't too happy." 5554 narrowed his eyes. "Seriously? Department of defense? The hell is he doing here?" 1245 shot 5554 a glare before looking back at the scientist. "Take a guess, 5554. Is he in the lobby, 7121?" 7121 nods, and beckons for the two co-scientists to follow him. Taking the elevator, the trio descend to the first floor, housing the lobby.

On the first floor, the general was already waiting for them, two of his armed guards right next to him. This hulk of a man truly did depict what a general was. He was African American and standing at least 6'5 in height, with a bulky frame. He was bald, but it didn't lower the intimidation factor. Multiple medals were plastered on his jacket to symbolize his status, and accomplishments. "General Lucas Maximus." 1245 said, folding his arms. "What brings you here today?" The general's brown eyes stared down coldly at the scientist, as he scoffed at him. "I should be the one asking questions, 1245. You all contacted us. You've created a super-weapon that is now just roaming the streets of Abstract City? Absurdity." 1245 and 5554 exchanged glances. That was unexpected. Their agreement was made beforehand; The government could not get involved with the true situation. That would merely hinder them.

Yet, the general knew of it. Presumably all of it. Who possibly could have told him? 5554 opened his mouth to speak, but 1245 beat him to it. "...Why, yes! Of course. We've created a weapon. But as we speak, we work to recall it and fix the...issues." General Lucas glowered at 1245, raising a mean eyebrow. "Bold of you to say. Two of your own have been killed by this creation. Your head scientist being a part of that latter. Do you understand how dire of a scenario this is? It's bad enough this facility is kept hidden from the public, but a threat stemming from it? Word of it will bring this place to its knees." 1245 made a hand gesture. "Which is why we won't make it public." He chided. "The public knows just enough. As far as they know, purple chrome does not exist. Nor do experiments go on here at chrome labs." The general furrowed his brows.

"Speaking of such a thing, I think it is our right to know exactly what this stuff is capable of. At least now." 5554 cleared his throat, interjecting. "Woah woah man. I know you're all like, big daddy defense but this is top secret stuff. Only the experts should know about it." the general gazed at 5554, curious. "I see. I presume the experts will be capable of dealing with this self-made issue without the federal government stepping in?" 5554 grinned nervously. "You bet. Just give us a bit, and we'll fix our own problems!" The general glared at the boy genius for a few moments, before heaving a sigh. "If you say so then. But we will be keeping an eye on this place. We'll also conduct our own search of this chrome entity. If we find it before you however..."

5554 nods, showing he understood. The general turned away, waving as he exited the building with his armed guards. 5554 exhaled, immediately turning to 1245. "That is a problem. They were not supposed to know of this in the first place! Who the hell could have told them?" 1245 put a hand on his chin, the same thought troubling him as well. "The only ones who know of the situation are people in this building." 5554 scoffed. "Yeah, that narrows it down to over 200 people." 1245 glanced to 5554. "We'll have to go through the history logs and see if any calls were made." 5554 whistled, closing his eyes. "Well then, we also have to assume it may not have been done on one of our devices. If someone wanted to get a message out, they would want to do it inconspicuously." 1245 nods in agreement. "It won't hurt to try. I'll check on that myself. You check on production underground."

5554 nods, as he heads towards the elevator. 1245 went down another corridor to take the stairs. He needed time to think anyway. On top of that, during his little episode earlier, he got a disturbing phrase in his head. Just a simple phrase, with three letters. As 1245 made it to the floor above, he entered the loggings room, where he could check universally made calls from building systems. As he did however, he kept getting images of...earlier. Unable to focus on searching logs, he utilized a small fraction of his wormhole capabilities, and brought forth drawing utensils.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

1245's heart began to beat in a pounding rhythm, as he scribbled on the walls, drawing a message upon it.

THUMP THUMP.

THUMP THUMP.

THUMP THUMP.

THUMP THUMP.

THUMP THUMP.

His pupils rattled dangerously as he scribbled in aggressive motions but drawing effectively.

THUMP THUMP THUMP.

THUMP THUMP THUMP.

THUMP THUMP THUMP.

THUMP THUMP THUMP.

THUMP THUMP THUMP.

THUMP THUMP THUMP.

Stepping back from what he drew, he stared in horror at the image he portrayed. The same image that replayed over and over in his mind, constantly at times. Was it a result of his powers? Or was it something far greater than he imagined? Multiple drawings of eyes peer down at 1245, as if they were tearing into his soul, unlocking the gates to his mind. Surrounding these eyes were a three-word phrase.

SEE YOU SOON.