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lifted the gun he had stolen to the guard's face. "Don't even think about it." Carter pulled the guard's gun from its holster and handed it to Ryker.
"Who are you? What do you want?" the guard asked in rapid succession.
The room outside the elevator was tiny, but there were a series of hallways spreading out in different directions.
"Which one leads to the lab?" Carter asked.
"Lab? I-I don't know. I don't go any further than this room," the guard said.
"Then you're of no use to us," Carter said and he pistol whipped the man in the head, knocking him unconscious and placing him, rather gently, back in his chair.
"Would you quit doing that?" Barber asked.
"Doing what?" Carter fained innocence, but he knew exactly what Barber was talking about.
"Knocking out all the guards."
"Well, what do you want me to do with them? I could kill them if you'd rather." Carter said, but he continued before Barber could respond. "Here, let's try this way."
Carter lead the way down the hall to the left. They were surrounded by concrete, no windows, no doors, just concrete on the floor, walls, and ceiling.
"This place is built like a bomb shelter," Carter said.
"Something's wrong," Ryker said running up behind Carter. "This all seems a little too easy."
"What seems easy?" Carter asked.
"I mean come on, two guards?" Ryker asked as they reached the end of the hall.
"They probably figure no one is crazy enough to try and break into the place," Carter reasoned.
They came upon a single door and Carter wasted no time in opening it.
He froze in the doorway, unable to believe his own eyes.
"You're probably right, but wouldn't they need more than two guards to keep all those Users they're holding hostage from escaping?" Ryker asked.
"No," Carter said. "Because they are not holding them."
"What do you mean they're not holding them?" Ryker asked, but Carter didn't respond.
He was frozen in place, he didn't flinch, he didn't so much as move a muscle.
"What's going on in there?" Ryker asked. "Move!"
Carter was forcibly shoved aside and once out of the way, the others could see what he saw. Evan screamed, Barber cried, and Ryker stood motionless, mouth agape, as stunned as Carter was.
"They're not holding them...because they're dead," Carter said. "They're all dead!"
Beyond the door was a small room with no windows and no other doors, just like the hallway it was made of four plain gray concrete walls. But the intruders weren't interested in the look of the room. Their eyes were focused on the mound of bodies piled up in front of them. There were many faces Carter recognized, some he didn't. It didn't matter. They were all dead. His greatest fear, a fear he didn't even know he'd had until this very moment, had been realized. They weren't just removing the Users powers. They were killing them in the process.
Ryker grabbed onto Carter's arm as he lurched forward, vomit shooting forth from his mouth.
Evan was mumbling something undecipherable.
They were too late. Their friends had all been murdered, and there was nothing they could do about it.
Chapter 9
"We need to leave this place...now," Ryker said, but Carter barely heard him.
He was too enraged by the pile of dead corpses lying entangled with each other in front of him. There were gray lifeless arms and legs sprouting from the pile like some kind of sick patchwork of death. It was something straight out of a horror movie. The kind of thing that only happened in your worst nightmares, but Carter couldn't stop looking at it. It was hard to tell where one body ended and the next began.
He saw many faces, but the look on Lucy's face, the pure terror that was spread across it, that was hardest to stomach. She had always been the closest, even had a thing for Evan, and he hoped at that moment his friend would be unable to pick her out of the mangled mess that lay before them.
"Come on," Ryker said already heading back down the hall. "Let's get out of here while we still
"Who are you? What do you want?" the guard asked in rapid succession.
The room outside the elevator was tiny, but there were a series of hallways spreading out in different directions.
"Which one leads to the lab?" Carter asked.
"Lab? I-I don't know. I don't go any further than this room," the guard said.
"Then you're of no use to us," Carter said and he pistol whipped the man in the head, knocking him unconscious and placing him, rather gently, back in his chair.
"Would you quit doing that?" Barber asked.
"Doing what?" Carter fained innocence, but he knew exactly what Barber was talking about.
"Knocking out all the guards."
"Well, what do you want me to do with them? I could kill them if you'd rather." Carter said, but he continued before Barber could respond. "Here, let's try this way."
Carter lead the way down the hall to the left. They were surrounded by concrete, no windows, no doors, just concrete on the floor, walls, and ceiling.
"This place is built like a bomb shelter," Carter said.
"Something's wrong," Ryker said running up behind Carter. "This all seems a little too easy."
"What seems easy?" Carter asked.
"I mean come on, two guards?" Ryker asked as they reached the end of the hall.
"They probably figure no one is crazy enough to try and break into the place," Carter reasoned.
They came upon a single door and Carter wasted no time in opening it.
He froze in the doorway, unable to believe his own eyes.
"You're probably right, but wouldn't they need more than two guards to keep all those Users they're holding hostage from escaping?" Ryker asked.
"No," Carter said. "Because they are not holding them."
"What do you mean they're not holding them?" Ryker asked, but Carter didn't respond.
He was frozen in place, he didn't flinch, he didn't so much as move a muscle.
"What's going on in there?" Ryker asked. "Move!"
Carter was forcibly shoved aside and once out of the way, the others could see what he saw. Evan screamed, Barber cried, and Ryker stood motionless, mouth agape, as stunned as Carter was.
"They're not holding them...because they're dead," Carter said. "They're all dead!"
Beyond the door was a small room with no windows and no other doors, just like the hallway it was made of four plain gray concrete walls. But the intruders weren't interested in the look of the room. Their eyes were focused on the mound of bodies piled up in front of them. There were many faces Carter recognized, some he didn't. It didn't matter. They were all dead. His greatest fear, a fear he didn't even know he'd had until this very moment, had been realized. They weren't just removing the Users powers. They were killing them in the process.
Ryker grabbed onto Carter's arm as he lurched forward, vomit shooting forth from his mouth.
Evan was mumbling something undecipherable.
They were too late. Their friends had all been murdered, and there was nothing they could do about it.
Chapter 9
"We need to leave this place...now," Ryker said, but Carter barely heard him.
He was too enraged by the pile of dead corpses lying entangled with each other in front of him. There were gray lifeless arms and legs sprouting from the pile like some kind of sick patchwork of death. It was something straight out of a horror movie. The kind of thing that only happened in your worst nightmares, but Carter couldn't stop looking at it. It was hard to tell where one body ended and the next began.
He saw many faces, but the look on Lucy's face, the pure terror that was spread across it, that was hardest to stomach. She had always been the closest, even had a thing for Evan, and he hoped at that moment his friend would be unable to pick her out of the mangled mess that lay before them.
"Come on," Ryker said already heading back down the hall. "Let's get out of here while we still
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