new world

new world chapter 12

BAILEY'S POV

I stare at the screen in terror, and I feel my blood turn to ice. All color from my face was probaly drained at the sight of this monster. I have only seen this thing in pictures, when I had to take a self defense class. Back then, it was different. I could only hear about it. But now, now it wasn't the same. This isn't just a picture. It is an actual barbarien. It could actually harm somebody. It would harm somebody. No, it wouldn't harm somebody. That implied that the person could possibly live. No, there was no harming, just killing. Murdering. I knew that this thing would not leave without someone dieing.

I had to get people on this to at least try and prevent this. It wouldn't work. No, it wouldn't, but we had to try. We couldn't just sit here on our asses, just waiting. I lean over to the person next to me, and whispered to him, "I want everyone that you can get, on this thing, ok?" I expected him to respond to me telling me 'no' because I can't necessarily tell him what to do, but he obviously realized the situation, because he just simply nodded. I let out the air I didn't realize I was holding, and focused my eyes back on the screens. I didn't see the thing anymore (I'm calling it the thing, because the name barbarien really gets to me.). I felt a chill go up my spine when I couldn't see it anymore.

"Where did it go?" I muttered to myself. I leaned back to the guy. "We need to find it." He nods, and I put my head onto the table. I let out a sigh, when a thought from the back of my head crept up from its depths. Darren. I could only imagine the thoughts going through his mind. I could only imagine the feelings. There were two that I was sure were in his head: Fear, and uncontrollable sadness. This was the thing that Darren described in his dream. No doubt. It fitted the description perfectly. I realized something that I was sure Darren was about to do. To run. That worried me badly. I could only imagine what would happen if he ran.

I shivered at that thought. I needed to make sure that it didn't happen. I needed to make sure he didn't run. "Darren? I need you to come here," I spoke in a voice, that was a little higher than usual, because I was a little frightened. I waited for a little bit, before I started to get really worried. If you ran, my thoughts started to speak to myself as I turn around. In front of me is... nothing. "I will fucking kill you." I finished my thoughts out loud in speach. I quickly spin around to find the man looking at me. He just looked at me with a blank stare. I give him a quick look, and ask him, "Hello?"

He seems to snap out of his zombie mode, and turns back to his moniter seemingly embarassed that I saw him staring at me. Pervert, I thought when his hand snaped me out of my thoughts. It was pointing up at a screen. I follow his hand's pointer finger up, until I see what he was pointing at. On the screen is the thing again. I knew that Darren must have seen this, and ran toward it. I need to get that dumbass before he hurts himself, I think to myself. I turn around, and head toward the gaurd in the corner of the room.

I turn and face him. "Give me your sidearm," I say in a forceful tone. He lets out a chuckle.

"No."

I give him a strong glare. "Listen, and listen good. You are going to give me the god damn weapon, and you are going to give it up kindly. If not, well, let's just say that in short terms, you won't wake up a boy anymore." I look at him sternly, and he looks scared. I mean legitimently scared. His eyes have bulged to the size of eyeballs, his breathing is now strugling, and he starts to sweat. I wanted to apologized, but I knew that if I did, he wouldn't give me the gun. So, I just keep my cold hard stare at him. He slowly started to reach for his belt. I watch his hand as it touches his belt. It slowly picks up the weapon, and starts its journey toward my out stretched palm.

I feel the cold object make contact with my hand. I shiver just a little bit, before I take it from his hand. I start to make my way out the door, when I decide to say, "Thank you for your cooperation." I continue moving, at a jog. I knew that I had to get there quickly, but the gun and running would draw too much worry. I just make my way down the path, trying to hide the gun the best I can. This door comes upon my path, and I open it. My feet find their way down the hall. When I turn the hall, I see a guard down on the floor. Darren must have pushed him down on his mad sprint. Dumbass. I thought. I felt a little bad for saying that, but it was true. He knew that it was a bad decision.