Deep Dark Blues

Chapter 28- Deal with the Devil

Hurried steps echoed through the halls of the Vault.

Reed's chest felt tight, shoulders aching from carrying the weight of knowledge.

She had one goal in her mind, playing on repeat like a broken record.

Radio

Call

Laine

The screams would persist, tearing through her mind while she walked.

Nothing mattered.

Nothing but Laine.

Soon, she made it to the Radio Room door, pulling them open with force.

Isabella's head snapped towards her, the woman sitting curled in the spin chair by the console. She looked like a gargoyle, her eyes open wide in surprise while she crouched in her seat. Her mouth opened, but words never passed her throat before Reed interjected.

"Out now..." The woman commanded.

Isabella's eyebrows went up, bloody nails tightening around her knees.

"Wha-"

"I told you to get out-" Anger was sipping from Reed's soul, poisoning every word that left her mouth.

Isabella shuddered, sliding out of her seat. With her legs shaky and head hanging low, Isa readjusted the blanket around her shoulders, dragging her feet while she passed by the other scientist. She wouldn't look at her, keeping her eyes fixed on her feet.

Reed's heart clenched at the sight.

She didn't mean to...

"Isa..." she tried, but the apology didn't quite form on her tongue.

The woman glanced at her, dark eyes glistening in the dark.

She muttered something in Spanish, shaking her shoulders before disappearing into the corridor's darkness. She then slid the doors shut behind her.

Reed was alone...

"Fuck..." she mumbled, rubbing the bridge of her nose.

But she didn't have time to dwell on Isabella's feelings, her eyes involuntarily travelling towards the Radio.

You can do this... Deep breaths...

She held her breath, feeling the burning rage consume her soul.

Reed practically leapt towards the console, smashing her fist against the activation button.

Her digits closed around the microphone, pulling it closer to her.

"I know you can see me you son of a bitch..." she hissed, glaring at the screen.

"Who are you?" she gritted out.

Silence.... Not even a crackle would escape from the radio speaker.

She gripped the microphone tighter.

"I know you can hear me... Answer me!"

But the eerie silence remained.

Reed could hear her own heartbeat echo in her ears, like a war drum.

"Fuck!" she cursed, letting her fist collide with the console in a fit of pure despair.

It was toying with her...

She jumped as the console turned on, colourful lights blinding her. Amongst the crackling of the radio, a cold mocking laugh spilled from the speakers.

"Impatient, are we?"