The Spaces Between Coordinates

Chapter Twelve

He thought he had it under control. Granted he assumed the potential of hostility but this had to be unprecedented. Blood continously dripped to the floor. His blood. Gideon was slowly loosing feeling in his legs. The pain from the unnatural angle of his arm was becoming unbearable. So far it had only been two minutes.

It certainly didn't feel like it but he had counted the ticks he could hear from his watch. Two minutes of an intense face off between his Commander and Subject 12. 'We really should get her name.', he thought tiredly. Commander...we need her to cooperate.
'Preferably when my life isn't held by her little knife.', he thought to himself.

The door burst open and Dominic stood tall, panting slightly. He saw Claire quivering like a leaf and tears running down her cheeks. He saw the Commander's back as stiff as a rod with his jaw tensing every now and then. He saw his brother being held hostage. The knife to his neck. The stab wound on his leg. The sweat pouring down his brow. The blood. It didn't look fatal but there was enough to be concerned. He saw the relief in his brother's eyes.

Then he saw her. He made to run towards them at full speed when Gideon stopped him by raising a shaky hand. Don't. She'll kill me before you even take a step. Dominic's stare turned into an angry glare. In response the girl's eyes turned to an icy blue, slowly darkening to a stormy grey. Then she spoke.

"Tell me about what happened to my mother." The Commander rose a placating hand. He couldn't afford to lose one of his best Lieutenants. "Put my subordinate down and then we can talk peacefully." Anastasia nearly laughed at that. 'There are a number of witnesses now. Surely he can't afford to have more people knowing about this.', she thought.

If the man with the green eyes hadn't entered the room, she probably would have complied. But once again, something happened that she couldn't explain. The man in particular had an oppressive air. Like a bull ready to charge. And for some inane reason, she answered the challenge. Her body was acting on its own. She twisted the arm she held and the soft pop of the bone dislocating was drowned by Gideon's pained scream.

She dropped him to the floor and she teleported right in front of Claire. Dominic cursed under his breath as he ran to his brother's aid. A lone tear fell from Gideon's eye as he held his shoulder. Between his fingers, the knife sat in the flesh of his shoulder. Dominic grabbed the handle and Gideon hissed in pain.

Not giving him the time to tense up, he pulled the knife out and dropped it to the floor. He ripped off his green shirt and pressed it to Gideon's neck. The blood soaked the shirt quicker than he wanted. He kept swearing under his breath as he took out his phone and called for medics from the underground facility and called Brent.

Meanwhile the Commander stood helplessly as Anastasia pulled the knife's twin from the glass and in similar fashion, held Claire as hostage. Claire screamed but it was cut off immediately when she felt the blade at her neck. Anastasia could feel the adrenaline sharpening her reaction time. 'This is getting bad. I have to leave.'

Like Dominic, Brent rushed through the door and slammed it behind him. His eyes searched frantically for the threat. He paused when he saw her. 'Even Claire is a hostage? What the hell is this girl?' He turned and saw Dominic crouched by Gideon holding a dark shirt to his neck. His eyes hardened when he realised it was blood. His brother's blood.

"I suggest you let go of the civillian. Your business is with the Commander after all.", he spoke darkly. Anastasia pulled Claire closer to her body, her arm curled tightly around the older woman's waist. Even in heels, Claire's head only brushed Anastasia's chin. Claire blushed inspite of herself.

"Your Commander refuses to cooperate and by your reaction, he hasn't told you anything about who I am and what you're all risking for me.", she answered. 'What the hell is she talking about?', thought Dominic. 'And why the hell are the medics taking so long?!'

"I don't see how that matters. I'm a subordinate who follows orders after all.", Brent continued as he stalked towards Anastasia. She felt sweat drip down her back. When this man entered the room, the air somehow felt warmer which was ridiculous considering how the air condioner was on.

But now she was wary. This guy was somehow making the room warmer and seemingly no one else was affected except her and Claire. Claire's breathing had slowed to heavy panting and she sagged in her arms. 'If I drop her, he'll probably try to increase the temperature but if I hold her, the harder it will be to hold her up.'

For a few seconds, Anastasia could swear she felt the heat increase further till it suddenly stopped. She could barely stand, much less hold Claire so she dropped her unceremoniously. Her body hit the ground with a small thud. She was now visibly sweaty and panting. The door the Commander came in slid open and four people with a stretcher came out.

They immediately rushed to Gideon to survey the damage. Only the rustling and whispers of them moving around then lifting his body on the stretcher could be heard. Dominic grabbed the shoulder of one and pointed towards Claire on the ground and they rushed forward to take her down the hidden corridor. It closed after them.

Dominic walked and stood next to Brent. His hands and body had streaks of blood. Anastasia blinked slowly as she stared at them both. 'I...h-have to get out o-of here...', she thought tiredly. "Fuck this.", Dominic said out loud. He walked towards Anastasia and grabbed her arm. She swayed but stood as tall as she could.

She met his hard gaze. Her eyes morphed back to their purple colour. Dominic watched the change in slight fascination. She looked better with purple eyes he realised. A few seconds later her gaze roamed his body. It was so slow it felt like she was looking through him and it gave him mild goosebumps. He shook her slightly if only to make her stop.

He pulled her towards him and held her hands behind her back, making sure to confiscate the knife in her hand. A faint smell of something sweet and spicy invaded his senses. Their bodies brushed. "Sir I have her restrained.", he said finally.

Anastasia blinked tiredly. She saw lines with strange numbers next to them. They were everywhere. She kept blinking but they were persistent despite her blurry vision. Suddenly she remembered the hallway of the school's front door. Her vision went black and she fell on her hands and knees. The floor felt cold.

"Wait...what?", she muttered in confusion. She was right at the door she came through an hour ago. Looking around in disbelief, she pushed herself to get feet. She couldn't waste any more time. Staggering, she pushed the door and stumbled out. She walked as quickly as she could down the steps towards a scooter with a helmet.

She put on the helmet and mounted the scooter. 'I really wish I had a key.', she thought as she mimed inserting a key and turning it. Her head was throbbing at this point. Her body shook like she had a wild fever and the scooter came on. There was no time to wonder how but she immediately drive off and left the school behind her.

The door behind exploded open and Dominic stood with Brent. They were panting harshly as they watched her drive off. In the midst of running, Brent's ribbon fell out so his red hair was spread all over his shoulders. "We'll find her and make her pay.", said Brent as he took off his glasses. Dominic could only nod. It was personal and no one got away with hurting any of them. No one.

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