✔𝚨 𝚸𝛐𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞 ➳ 𝚩𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝚩𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬

Chapter 28

When the night is dark
and the hour rests on twelve,
that's when all the sorrow leaks
from the cracks of unopened windows.

Like a sunflower's petals,
all the wounds cut themselves open
to the darkness that resides only at this hour

A silhouette appears in the dark
covered with what looks like a blanketmask
of hurt and misery.

You can't see the face,
but you can recognise it's agony.

Melora slipped past the door before it could lock, silently walking behind the guard in front of her, taking a step when he did. The cold ran through her hand while she tried to keep it at bay, contain it for just a few seconds.

The guard reached out his hand swiping his key card as he opened the door, and she quickly put her right hand on his back, grabbing the door with her left and making his body fall back into her. Slowly, she crouched, letting his body slump to the floor, and she kicked him to the side, slipping past the security.

She came to a large room, four different doors, but she had overlooked the maps enough to know the second on the left was the right one. Silently, she approached the door and opened it up. There was another long winding hallway. Always such a maze.

A few words were being spoken somewhere behind one of the doors, but whoever it was, were unlikely to hear her. Her hood tightened around her head, making sure her face was covered.

The door at the end of the hallway was the one she was going for. Her body was right up against the door, palm to the lock as the stems bloomed, going into the lock, and pushing the right places to unlock it.

The click came soon after, and she snuck in, being met with a large wall of computers. Melora quickly went to one of the terminals, putting in the drive, and the program went to work immediately, gathering up as much intel as possible.

She stood back against the wall, keeping a lookout. It was a slow process, slower than she had been promised, and from the hallway, she could hear talking One of the other doors had been opened. The program was still running, eighty per cent finished.

They were walking down the hallway, towards where the dead guy was. There it was, screams and shouts. She could recognise the Ukrainian from a mile away. Melora stepped to the door, holding it in place and the plants grew.

They wouldn't be strong enough to hold the door, though. Not with her in this form. They tried pulling on the door, trying to force it open. Eighty-seven per cent finished.

"Fury, I'm going to kill you," she muttered to herself, putting a foot on the doorframe to try and use strength. As if that was going to work. The door was becoming harder to hold with more people arriving on the other side.

They were telling people to step back, and she wouldn't be surprised if they were done playing nice. Melora stepped back as well, readying herself as she stepped to the terminal. Ninety-five per cent.

Shouts quieted down and she focused the cold to her palms, becoming ready to avoid whatever might be entering the room. Ninety-nine per cent. The door was suddenly ripped off its hinges.

A man strode into the room, left arm completely made of metal, hair long and covering his face. A gun was in his hand, a mask over his lower face, and goggles covering his eyes. The gun was immediately pointed at her, and the man pulled the trigger. A cascade of bullets sent towards her.

With lightning speed, she grabbed the drive, pulling it out and sliding down behind a set of computers. The man walked forward, going behind the same row, but the smoke was already covering her.