Chapter 71-Whispers of Fear

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Warnings: descriptions of death, blood, pain.

"We need to get back to the others," I said, sucking in a deep breath and forcing myself to get to my feet. Realisation doused my strength, leaving me weak and desperately aching for release.

We ran back through the building along a corridor that ended with a window. The hallway darkened as we approached. In the glass ahead of us, I caught a glimpse of a shadowy figure the second before the window cracked.

A hand emerged, dripping blood onto the carpet.

"Bloody hell!" Newt swore, coming to a stop.

Bloody hell indeed. Hot red liquid splattered on my skin as I slowed down. The walls ran red with blood pouring down them and onto the dirty floor. Bodies rose to the surface, mutilated and broken. Some of them clawed blindly at us.

Piece by piece of the Wraith broke through the glass until my face grinned at me, blood staining her teeth, her eyes wide and full of mania. "Tick tock, Y/n!"

"This way!" I yelled, grabbing Newt as he struggled to tear his eyes from them.

We turned down an adjoining corridor, heading for where we knew the stairs were. I dropped Newt's hand immediately.

"What's their ability?" Ember yelled as we turned another left.

Ratman stood in the middle of the hallway.

"It's not real," I reminded her as we came to a stop. "He wouldn't dare come near us with me here." I strode forward, destroying him with a bullet. "See? Come on!"

Newt had to pull Ember along to get her to snap out of daze. The look in her eyes was enough for me to realise the truth.

"Their ability is creating our fears!" I said as I flung open the door to the stairs and started ascending. "That's what they're feeding on."

"Feeding on?" Thomas repeated, barely out of breath as we climbed another set of stairs.

"Corrupt all feed on something, it's what gives them power. This one feeds on fear. I knew one that fed on abilities through mimicking them, another that fed off Cranks."

I fed on the energy of others and their abilities.

Everything was fine as we ran past a wall of fractured glass windows overlooking the ruins. The break was short lived as the world turned to fire.

Harvey screamed something unintelligible, swiping at my past self with fire. Hysterical sobs were audible from her as she flung herself to the side.

"Just die with me!" Harvey barked, summoning more and attacking her. Firelight reflected off his ebony skin ruined and littered with wounds. "We agreed!"

"I told you I can't! I can't leave Lil and Nik!" Y/n screamed back, dodging a fist of fire. "Harvey, please! Remember who you are!"

"On and on with your pretty little monologues!" He caught her leg with a bolt of lightning, making her cry out. "Killing you will be the last good I do!"

Blood poured from a burn on her side, that one dealt by the Phoenix.

Y/n fought back, avoiding using any abilities. The Phoenix was too close, and so was Nik. He so easily mimicked their abilities. By some miracle, or by Harvey fighting back, she got the upper hand and shoved him over the edge.

He screamed on the way down, the sound draining from my darkest memories.

"Is it true?" Connor Wells asked from behind me. "Tell me, is it true?"

I shot my past self, who had begun to sob uncontrollably against the ground, breaking down the scene.

Connor didn't fade. "Are the rumours true? Is it you?"

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