Twig

File 15: Operation Shell pt.2

The cold stone floor of the chamber was wet, but it was damp with a different liquid. The world went blurry as she fell sideways. Her head landed with agonizing pain in a puddle of her own blood. Her vision faded from focused to legally blind with the throbbing. A lock of her hair fell in front of her left eye. 

The next time her eyes focused again, she saw a pair of bloodied shoes in her face. A hand reached down and grabbed her head by the jaw. His grip was gentle, yet aggressive. 

"This really does hurt," his voice was so sad, it was sickening. He let go of her, dropping her head into the puddle once more. Red began to soak her reality. 

"Murder is too fucking easy," he grumbled, mainly to himself, "I don't want to kill you." 

He pried open one of her hands, placing a small pebble inside. 

"That'll keep you alive. Consider it an exchange of items," he stated calmly, "Family magic for family magic." 

That bitch. That betraying, backstabbing, bitch.

Their friendship meant nothing.

He walked out of the chamber, leaving her to die with a damn pebble and no heirloom.

 - - - 

A brutal onslaught of never-ending gun fire shot through the speakers. All three, Erin, Nikolas, and Dixie, could not pry their eyes from the horrifying sight. 

A 19-year-old girl, already dead, being thrown around a room by never ending bullets spraying what blood she had left. 

Tears of terror filled Nick's eyes, Erin turned and gagged just like Bela, and Dixie's face contorted with disgust. She was well beyond dead, and still, it failed to stop.

 -WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO?!- 

Kyren was pleading, but no one had the words to guide him. He of all people should know how to disarm these things, he was the one who sold them. 

When the gunfire finally ceased, Era Rose was nothing but a mush of blood and guts on the floor. The pile of bodily horror fell into a flattened puddle and all 20 machine guns fired at it for a good 30 seconds longer. 

Nikolas shuddered, feeling terribly uncomfortable in his own skin all of a sudden. His bottom lip quivered. Before he watched that, he was rather hungry. Now the thought of eating anything made him feel extremely unclean. 

The rocking of the boat became sickening. 

Erin's eye was twitching faster than an autoclicker. 

Dixie couldn't stop shaking her head, a disgusted frown permanently tattooed into her face. 

"I-......Uhm...." Nikolas mumbled shakily. His hands rattled as he grabbed the mouse to his laptop. Changing the tab, he opened up the control center for the Fairchild Conservatory security systems. Moving the menu to "Firearms", he scrolled until his scarred eyes read "Scale Chamber 2". 

Click, click, the guns were disabled. 

Still completely terrified, the scene he just watched playing a million times over in his head, he reached for the microphone. 

With a vibrating voice, he mumbled, "S-Surface t-t-to Team- T-Th-e gate is-" he licked his dry lips, "open. T-Time to s-surface...please."

-Copy?- 

-Aye-

Word Count: 1067

Again, no comment. I'm extremely tired, got to sleep. Dang, I really don't take care of myself. 

<Goodbye>