X marks the spot

Failed Experiments

Decon was someone that seemed to want to do things himself, so Aaron just hoped that the assessment was true...that the man would still be here.

Francis might have pulled his leg with a wild goose chase, but the man who did those actions was still here. Plus, Decon did care about him...

He grabbed a screwdriver from the table, a weapon Decon seemed reluctant to use. The man was adamant on his fists.

Aaron didn't care what he used.

As he went to the door, he put his hand to it, then ear. There, he heard a man just outside panic talking. Didn't sound like Francis or Decon.

Aaron ripped open the door, slamming the screwdriver into the guys neck, then connecting his heads. The man jolted, and the screwdriver was removed.

Another came around the corner, his pistol went off, the bullet connecting with with Aaron. But just before the gun went off, the screwdriver had left Aaron's hand...

It sailed through the air, hitting the man in the arm. As he went to fire another round as Aaron went down, the moment from the object now in his arm threw his arm to the side as the pistol went off, the bullet going into the wall.

Now it was the question of who was going to get up first...

Aaron was up and running, letting out a war cry. But the man was quick, pointing the pistol to the boy just as they collided. The two went to the ground. The two pushed against the pistol, trying to get it to face the other...

Aaron's grip went...

The other man pushed...

Only to find thin air...

Then a blade in his neck, and Aaron looking down at him from the other side...

Aaron was up again, holding his new wound as he gripped the pistol, aiming it ahead of himself as he continued on his way...

More gunshots went off, and the rooms she had checked had been empty. But she kept going, moving away from the gunshots and towards whatever room she could find.

She kept going, with most of the attention off of her, she kept to the light.

She turned another corner, before being tackled through a door. This wasn't a fight between a member of a crew and an enemy; no, just a man trying to survive and a mother.

She rolled, recovering well before he did. She grabbed his arm and flipped him over, before snapping it. He cried out, before she put a foot to his chest, "WHERE ARE THEY?!" She yelled.

"...WHO?!" The man yelled back, desperate for her to release the pressure on his chest.

"WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY KIDS?!" She asked, adding to the pressure instead.

"I --" He coughed, "I don't --"

"Mum...?" A voice asked. One much older than the last time she had heard it...

She dropped the arm, and put the foot off of the man's chest as she looked into the darkness, seeing two figures slowly come out of it.

They weren't imprisoned. No, instead, they had been eating what looked to be healthy food. They didn't have a scare on them.

They had been taken care of. Not hurt.

As the oldest looked from the man to his mother, he looked disturbed by her actions...

The man was still groaning. He groaned more when Sarah reached down and helped him up, "Go..." She told him, pushing him towards the door, not meeting his eyes.

He didn't wait to be told again, only leaving.

She looked back to her kids. A beat passing them. She watched as they flinched at the bullets going off.

They didn't know this world...

She held out her hand, and her child hesitated. For her it seemed like it was a moment frozen, as if she'd never leave this point.

Finally, however, the hand went into hers, and she engulfed both of her children.

She didn't say anything, instead she only pulled away after a moment of squeezing them as tightly as she could, before then keeping her son's hand clutched in her own, and her pistol in the other and turned to the exit.

She felt a tug, and knew that her daughter was holding onto the son's hand too. They were together again...

Aaron was still going, blood on his head, and his arm. His wound still wasn't fully there, but that didn't matter. He was still moving...

He saw a figure move, and he saw the suit. The pistol went off three times, all hitting the wall as the figure continued to run...

Aaron broke out into his own sprint, "COME BACK HERE!" He called out, turning the corner sharply. he held out the pistol again, only for it to click.

He dropped it, as he continued running. Decon slammed a door shut, one that Aaron threw all of his weight into. It opened, and the boy rolled across the floor.

As he got up, headlights came on and a car just missed him as it made its way to the exit.

Decon's pistol fired from it, the bullets missing the boy by a margin in some instances and by a wide margin in others.

They were blind shots.

But Aaron was never one to just stop. Especially when this close...