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The alarms were obnoxiously loud.
Jules' sensitive ears were ringing with the high-pitched screaming that echoed through the building again and again. She could hear that the floor above her was in utter chaos, filled with screaming and gunfire. The brunette's eyebrows pulled together as she looked around her cell.
What the hell was going on?
Schmidt had marched from the lab with guards hot on his heels. Jules watched through the window as the guards moved through the laboratory, gathering equipment and putting it onto carts for transport. One of them stopped to glance at Jules and she quickly stepped back away from the glass, instead turning to face the darkened room only filled with a dull red glow from the emergency generators.
Jules wished her eyesight wasn't as good at seeing through the shadows, wishing nothing more than to scrub the image of the room around her from her brain. She covered her mouth with one hand and kept her gaze at a clear spot on the floor, hearing the guards make a commotion in the lab behind her.
The metallic siren blared through the speakers again, the brunette cringing and quickly bringing her hands up to cover her ears. Her hair stood up on end and a crawling feeling moved up her spine. Jules could feel the animal inside her getting ticked off from the alarms, pacing back and forth through her mind like a caged lion. She felt her fingers begin to shake as the creature influenced her emotions further, anger seeping into her blood like a virus.
She growled out of frustration, balling her fists into her hair, pulling at the roots. She shook her head, trying to clear the feeling from her body. Those weren't her emotions, they didn't belong to her.
Jules tasted the metallic tinge of blood, suddenly realizing she had been biting her tongue. She clenched her fists, feeling her nails dig into her palms. The collar sat heavily on her neck, the cold steel sending goosebumps down her arms as it lightly illuminated a green light every time the light on it blinked.
"Breath..." She spoke quietly, reminding herself quietly. Jules closed her eyes and shook her head, trying to calm down. More shots rang out on the floor above her and the brunette jumped in fear, falling to the floor and scrambling into her corner, pulling her knees to her chest for some form of comfort. Her eyes remined shut as she slightly rocked back and fourth, trying her hardest to tune out the blaring alarms.
The sirens had never gone off at this facility before. What had changed?
Jules felt as if she was an elastic band that was slowly being stretched to its limit. She was nervous. Confused. Since the metal collar had been fitted around her neck, anxiety had settled in her chest like a coiled snake. She felt trapped with a constant heavy, steel reminder locked on her skin.
