Fates Intertwined

38. | Fleurachia

Aurora paced the length of her cell, dread pooling in her stomach. Hydra was vibrating with energy, everyone waiting in anticipation. She heard footsteps, and keys, before her door was being unlocked.

Van Helsing was standing there, grinning menacingly. "Your turn, my little experiment."

Fear had her stumbling back, away from him. She shook her head. Her turn had already happened. Why is he torturing her again?

"Grab her." He demanded to the two guards standing behind him. He moved out of the way and they stepped inside, grabbing Aurora by her arms. She screamed, kicking and flailing, but they were stronger than her, bulkier.

"Aurie?!" A voice yelled, panicked.

She turned, finding a dark haired woman holding onto the bars of the cage beside hers. Her face was unclear, but before she could say anything, they were continuing to drag her down the hall.

Back to her torment.

Her own personal hell.

She fought, even as they pinned her down and tightened the restraints pinning her to the table. She cried and thrashed, Van Helsing standing to the side of her with a needle in hand. In the syringe was a thick, black liquid.

"Don't worry, my dear." Van Helsing spoke as he turned her head and stuck her neck with the needle. "Everything will be okay when you wake up."

"NO!" She screamed. He emptied all of the serum into her system, and she thrashed against the table. She threw her head back as pain radiated through her body, her teeth sharpening to a point as she screamed. Her eyes turned from black to white back to black and back to white. It was as if her body was fighting the serum.

"What the hell?" He whispered, watching in shock and fear.

But just then there was an explosion from down the hall.

"Sir! There's been a breach in security!" A guard yelled, panicked.

"Find the culprit! Put the building on lockdown!" Van Helsing demanded. He turned back to the table that had grown quiet, only to find that Aurora was no longer there.

But then the guards that had taken her from her cell were screaming and yelling. Their heads fell, disconnected from their bodies.

Van Helsing stared in horror as Aurora turned to him, her mouth dripping blood and her fangs on display. Before she could attack him, he was shooting at her. She ducked, disappearing in the blink of an eye and running down the hall.

She stopped at the end of a hall, glancing back and forth. Fire was beginning to spread and there were people fighting on her left. She ran for the right. She ran through a hall of cells, people screaming for her attention, but she ignored them.

She burst through the door at the end of the hall, toward the front. Fire came from every direction and she coughed against the smoke infiltrating her lungs.

Just as she made it toward the door, to another hallway, an explosion sent her flying forward. She hit the ground, grunting and groaning. She glanced down the hall, finding a surge of guards rushing toward her.

She jumped up, running as fast as she could down the hall, but her leg was wounded and she was too weak to heal.

She barely made it to the exit when she collapsed, her body weak and her vision blurry. The smoke was starting to get to her.

She coughed and looked up, finding a shadow inching toward the exit. "Wait!" She managed to yell, only to burst out coughing immediately after.

But it was enough, because the shadow turned.