Twisted

Chapter 7: Terror

Charlie

I sat strapped to the hard cold metal chair, the cold metal dug into my arms and ankles, monitors stuck all over my body, but I didn't pay attention to any of that; my attention was glued to the screen.

I'm not sure how they were getting the footage, a flying beetle blade, probably, but the image showed Janson holding onto a strap on the roof of a helicopter. Men in tactical gear helmets and guns strapped to their backs stood around him.

The helicopter was circling an old warehouse. It just kept circling.

"Engage." Janson barked the order.

All of a sudden the Solider started dropping out of the helicopter and the one beside it and out of the Burg, sliding down ropes onto the ground outside. They detached from the ropes and pulled their guns up, walking slowly and carefully towards the building.

The screen broke into many different views. Like each solider had a camera strapped to their helmets. My eyes flicked back and forth between each screen.

Terror was flooding my system like a tsunami . It crashed over and over. I was sweating, I could feel it running down my neck and back, making me shiver. My teeth were chattering because of the fear and adrenaline.

"We're in position." Rex's harsh voice whispered. I flinched. His voice came through like he was standing beside me.

"Send them in!" Janson replied, an eager twisted excitement behind his words.

I knew he was sitting in the safety of his helicopter, I could see him in the corner feed. My eyes flicked around and I saw different guys slipping quietly through the doors. Quickly spreading out, deeper into the building, a few guards took out some of these rag tag Solider.

Janson looked into the camera, however they were filming this, and gave it a twisted evil smile.

"I hope your enjoying the show, my dear."

I shuddered and held back a sob. He turned away and held up a megaphone.

"Good evening!" Janson yelled. "This is the World in Catastrophe Killzone Experiment Department."

He paused. Reveling in the chaos that took place. I watched mouth open and eyes wide. I could feel my heart slamming into my ribs.

"We have your compound completely surrounded. You find yourselves, through no fault of your own..." He paused again, and chuckled, but it was an evil awful laugh. "...in possession of WICKED property. Return them to us unharmed and we'll consider this a simple misunderstanding.
Or you can resist......and every last one of you will die!"

He sounded rather happy about that fact, a few tears leaked out of my eyes and slid down my cheeks. Janson continued yelling through the megaphone. The Solders inside the building were pushing further and further. For the most part leaving the panicking civilians alone. Anyone who resisted, though they wouldn't think twice about shooting. 

Janson continued his yelling, he sounded serious, but the twisted grin on his face said he was enjoying this terror and blood shed way too much. 

"It won't be long before the Flare wipes out the rest of us. The hope of a cure lies in your hands. The choice is yours." Janson finally lowered the megaphone. He was still leaning out the side of the helicopter, watching the chaos below. 

A voice cracked through the walkie tallkie on Janson's hip. He pulled it out and held it up. 

"Janson, I got 'em for ya. I'm bringing 'em down. Don't shoot us." The voice sounded deep rough and scratchy.