Night of the Comet (Jori)

Chapter 12 - The most important lesson of all

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Night of the Comet

Chapter 12 – The most important lesson of all

Jade's POV

The last thing I expected, coming back from San Diego, was to find some pistol wielding scientist, pointing a gun at my head. But foremost on my mind was Tori and even Trina.

"Where are my friends?" I said with an accompanying glare.

Dr. Hill held the gun up a little higher and looked it over. "This is the big gift this year for Christmas. Really big. I'll miss Christmas."

What in the hell is she talking about?

Before I could say anything else, she put the gun down next to her on the couch. "Want it? Only used once."

First, she points it at my head, then she offers it to me, what the hell. Still, I decided to keep my distance, just in case. Now I was both nervous and confused.

"You're one of those think tank people, aren't you?"

Dr. Hill nodded as she casually opened her briefcase. "Yes. You know I didn't think they had the balls to do it. I really didn't. Boy was I wrong. I should have just been a stripper, the pay's probably better. Who knows, I might have even had a social life."

"Wrong about what?"

"Our facility, in the desert, all the latest technology, underground, blast shielded, independent power and water. It cost millions and millions and should have worked."

She wasn't making much sense and that only made me more nervous. In any case, something was very wrong.

Dr. Hill continued as she pulled a syringe and a small bottle out of her briefcase. "Only, except some genius forgot to shut the vents and left the fans running. All of us in the facility, we were exposed."

"Exposed?"

"Yes." Dr. Hill pointed to a notebook on a nearby table. "I wrote it all down for you, I'm starting to forget things. I had to get it down before it all went. I have 2 PhD's and I can't even remember my sister's name anymore. It's all going. As I said, I never thought they had the stones to do it, but they did."

Now I was really beginning to worry as my eyes kept going from her gun to her. "What was that?"

"Dr. Stone, head of the project and the others are hell bent on finding a cure, before they all turn to dust. That's at least the good news. Cause in less than 2 days, you won't need a gun to deal with me and the rest of the freaks, all you'll need is broom and a dustpan. No more freaks after that, we're all slowly dying."

Please God, don't have it be Tori, please. "What did they do?"

"They found two survivors in Long Beach. They brought them in, questioned them, told them they'd be safe, then put them under, induced brain death and put them on life support. All so they could keep them alive, solely for the purpose of harvesting their blood in for use in a possible cure. Downright fucking ghoulish, if you ask me. They don't care who they hurt or kill, they want the cure and they'll stop at nothing to get it."

I now literally began to tremble with worry, as I had no idea where Tori was or what was happening to her.

Dr. Hill paused, as she filled the syringe with a clear liquid from the bottle, then prepped her own arm for injection.