Mavobella: The Angel Of Death

Chapter 42

I awoke with a start, the metallic tang of cold air flooding my senses. A harsh light pierced through my eyelids, prompting me to squint against its intensity. As I blinked rapidly, trying to gather my thoughts, they swirled around me like fragmented reflections in a shattered mirror. I was lying on a smooth, cold surface, and beneath my palms, I felt the coolness of glass pressing against my skin.

Panic surged through me, a primal instinct to escape. I pushed against the glass, my heart racing as I frantically tried to remember how I had ended up here. It was only when the glass casing shattered with a sharp crack that clarity began to seep into my mind. The shards scattered across the floor like the pieces of my fragmented memories. I pulled myself out, my body protesting against the sudden movement, and stumbled onto the lab floor, disoriented yet fueled by an urge to break free.

The room was vast, its sterile environment devoid of warmth. Rows of similar glass capsules lined the walls, each containing a figure—prisoners, just like me, frozen in a state of suspended animation. As I took a cautious step forward, the sounds of released pressure filled the air, echoing through the emptiness. My heart pounded as I realized that I was not alone in this surreal nightmare.

One by one, the other capsules began to crack, their occupants slowly awakening from their own dark slumber. A woman nearby struggled to free herself from the remnants of her capsule. “What’s happening?” she gasped, her expression shifting from fear to determination as she pushed against the encasing walls. “How did we get here?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted, shaking my head. “But it doesn’t matter now. We’re free. We need to stick together.”

The sounds of breaking glass filled the room as more capsules shattered, releasing their occupants into this stark reality. A surge of energy pulsed through the lab as people began to realize their liberation. Faces turned toward me, a mix of gratitude and confusion lighting their expressions.

Just then, Wade and Nicole appeared from one of the capsules, and a wave of relief washed over me. I nearly ran to hug them, and thankfully, they recognized me this time.

“Mav,” Nicole called, her eyes wide with surprise and relief. “What’s happening?”

“I don’t know. I woke up just like you,” I elaborated, my voice trembling with adrenaline and confusion.

“Hey, vampire girl,” Wade greeted with that familiar spark in his eyes, a grin spreading across his face despite the chaos surrounding us.

Before we could clear the clouds of confusion, a door that blended perfectly with the gray wall was unlatched from one of the corners of the room. Marion rushed in, her expression a mixture of relief and urgency, and embraced me tightly, as if she feared she would never see me again.

“What happened?” I quickly quizzed after the warm embrace, my heart racing with questions that demanded answers.

“We teleported—”

“We?” Nicole interjected, her brow furrowing in confusion. “What do you mean ‘we’?”

“Isaac and I had something in common; we are descendants of great kings. Our blood blended seamlessly with the teleportation.” She took a breath after sharing that bombshell. “You, on the other hand, were trapped in a mind prison, which you somehow managed to escape.”

“Where is Isaac?” Wade asked, scanning the room as if hoping to catch a glimpse of him.

“We’ve been trying to save you guys, but since you made it this far, he wants to make a speech.”

“A speech about what?” I quizzed, a mix of curiosity and apprehension bubbling inside me.

“A speech about retribution.”