Twisted

Chapter 11: Helicopter Trip

Charlie

My face paled and I'm sure my blood pressure dropped, because I saw the white tile floor come out of nowhere and the next thing I knew someone was shaking my shoulders. My eyes fluttered open, grey blue eyes stared at me with worry.

"Gally?" I whispered confused.

He made a rumble in the back of his throat. I blinked. It wasn't Gally, it was Captain Magnus. I blinked a few more times, holding back tears. I should have known better, Gally was dead. I groaned, a hand going to my head, I smacked it hard on the tile. Great, now I have another lump and bruise to add to my face.

Captain Magnus helped me up and then pulled me to my feet. He looked me over and then nodded sharply.

"Thank you Helen for your assistance. That will be all. I'll escort her to Janson." He dismissed the nurse.

"Come on Snips, Janson is waiting." He growled.

I shivered. Wrapping my arms around my bruised torso I followed behind Captain Magnus, my head hanging. He thankfully walked at a slow pace. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he felt sorry for me, or maybe, just maybe he liked me in a younger sister kind of way. Maybe. Who knows, or maybe it was just another awful trick on WICKED's behalf.

With that happy thought I stopped trying to understand Janson and WICKED. It was impossible. My mind wandered to Thomas. He was alive. That boy did have nine lives. How many times am I going to have to mourn his shucken death? I let the side of my mouth twitch into a sort of smile. But then it slid down into a frown. Janson found them. Again.

What was he going to do now? He already blew up a building on them, what else could he do? Magnus pulled out his key card and swiped the scanner. The big metal door slid open to reveal a huge hanger. Boxes and crates stacked in the corner, helicopters and a few Bergs were lined up. It was crawling with WICKED guards all dressed in black tactical gear. My eyes went wide. I could feel my heart speed up, feeling it slamming against my ribs, my mouth went dry and it was hard to swallow, the claws in my heart started to squeeze me lungs. I couldn't breath.

"Come on. Stay close." Magnus growled. He didn't look back just trusting I was following. There was no way I was going to stay alone, not with so many WICKED guards. Out of everyone here, I trusted him the most, and even that was slim, out of necessity.

He marched with purpose through the swarm of guards. He cut a path, straight to a helicopter. The guards around him stepped out of the way, bowing their heads. He was young, but seemed to have the respect if the others. Where was he when Rex was in charge? He was very different than Rex.

I heard whispers from behind hands, I felt eyes on me and a few pointed. I kept my head down, my damp hair hanging in front of my face. Magnus stopped right in front of a few people. I lifted my head to see who.

Fear shot through me again, my hands went sweaty and my heart rate picked up again. I could feel my eyes dilating. Janson was already grinning at me. There was a middle aged woman with white blind hair, pulled into a tight bun and the back of her head. Her bright red lips looked like she just finished her vampire feeding. I shivered.

"So glad you could make it." Janson's voice was smooth like velvet. He reached out and grabbed my face.

"Like I had a choice." I whispered back, narrowing my eyes.

His eyes flashed and he squeezed my face hard, pressing on the bruise on my jaw, making me flinch.

"Careful A3." He hissed.

"What more could you possibly do to me?" I snapped back. With what strength and defiance I had I ripped my face from his grasp.

"Sir. The ground troops are ready." Magnus said.