Six months had passed since Tremond left with Ismaila.
At a hospital in California, the clock read 10:28 PM. Silvia was alone, packing up her things and preparing to go home. The air was still...too still. Suddenly, the fluorescent lights overhead began to flicker, twitching erratically.
Her heart skipped a beat. Ever since that night with Tremond, fear had rooted itself deep inside her. She had become hyper-aware, always watching, always waiting.
"Jesus..." she murmured under her breath, abandoning her belongings. She hurried toward the elevator, desperate to leave.
The moment she stepped inside and pressed the button, the elevator jerked violently and came to a shuddering stop. The lights above flickered faster, erratic and wrong. Then, without warning, the elevator began to rise. But something was off. The sound was unnatural, a harsh, metallic screech, like someone, or something, was dragging it upwards against its will.
Her pulse thundered in her ears. Ten seconds. That's all it took.
The elevator stopped.
The doors slid open with an eerie smoothness, and one by one, the hallway lights blinked back to life. Each flicker seemed to tighten the knot of fear in her stomach.
Trembling, Silvia stepped out.
The instant her foot touched the floor, the elevator plummeted. The sound of it scraping violently against the shaft walls filled the air, a scream of metal against metal. She collapsed to the ground, clutching her chest as a raw, terrified scream escaped her lips.
And then...silence.
Shaking, she forced herself to stand and stumbled toward the stairwell. But before she could reach it, she froze.
Someone was coming.
A figure emerged from the shadows at the far end of the corridor. Her breath hitched. Panic surged through her veins. Without thinking, she spun around and sprinted back toward the elevator, only to freeze again as another figure stepped out of it.
Trapped.
Before she could dart in another direction, the first figure was already behind her, close enough for the air to change. A crushing, suffocating energy wrapped around her, pinning her in place. She couldn't move. She couldn't breathe.
"I only want a moment with you," the figure said softly.
Tears welled up in her eyes as her body trembled uncontrollably. With sheer willpower, she turned her head.
The man wore a long, hooded coat, his face hidden in the shadows. From behind, the second figure approached, a woman with an icy expression and sleek, dark hair. Freeda. And then, more figures emerged, closing in silently like predators.
Alex, a red haired woman with a cruel smirk.
Sam, Klaus, Cane, three men, their faces cold and unreadable.
The hooded man, clearly their leader, reached out and gently took Silvia's trembling hands, brushing a strand of hair from her face with unsettling tenderness.
"Don't be afraid," he whispered. "I just want you to tell us something."
"I...I don't know... I don't know anything," Silvia stammered, tears falling freely.
"Of course you do," he said smoothly. "And if you refuse..." His tone darkened as he gestured toward Freeda, who stood ready and waiting. "Well... she might kill you. And I'd really hate for that to happen."
Silvia shook her head frantically. "I don't know, please, leave me alone!"
His grip remained gentle, but his words turned sharp. "We know you're hiding something. You know where Deaton's son is. Tell us."
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Birth to Chaos
Ficción GeneralIn a world steeped in mystery and power, all things were destined to unravel. Tremond was no ordinary boy, though the world knew him as one. For his fate was entangled with the fate of creation itself. To the world, he was merely a child with unusua...
