Ultramarine -- REWRITTEN

Epilogue. -- REWRITTEN

          She curled her fingers into her hair, digging into her tight ponytail once realizing that she had escaped. Her shrill voice awoke the men from their slumber who all rubbed their tired eyes and the sore areas where they had been shot, trying to retrace their steps before everything became lost.

          She demanded the security tapes and ordered a Commissioner to travel to the Ultramarine section to see if they had made it. Unfortunately, the men in charge of watching the cameras had been shot with anesthetic darts as well, so their reply wasn't as quick as she had anticipated.

          She exited the room, slightly stumbling from the daze in her head before stopping once spotting the mass of blood spilled out in front of her. The smell of iron infiltrated her nostrils and she could taste his blood inside of her mouth which she covered with a hand to prevent her from throwing up, shutting her eyes and taking a deep breath as she balanced herself against the wall. When she opened her eyes again from where she stood, she could clearly make out the gash in his head from being hit and clouded eyes surrounded by relaxed muscles. The sight was horrifying.

          Still, she forced herself to maneuver around him, keeping her eyes forward and her mouth and nose covered with her hand. The hallway swayed as she kept the bile from rising up her throat to mix in with the glimmering red. A whine escaped her throat once she came across another body whose blood had spread to the edges of the floor. She fell to her knees at the sight, one hand pressed against the wall and the other still covering her mouth and nose. She spotted the multiple bloody footprints that followed the thick liquid, easily drying to a brown color until it had faded away. The image of William flickered across her thoughts when she looked at the clouded eyes, but there had been no blood shed. Still, the guilt, as always, came crawling out of the pool of blood, soaked and dripping with crimson to grasp and stain her neck; choking her with painful regret that she still did not want to admit to herself. It happened whenever she looked at Charmaine; a reason why she stared at the monitor during experiments most of the time.

          Unwilling to waste more time, she clambered to her feet and gently walked through the sea of blood, the bottoms of her shoes sticking to the floor whenever she took a step. Again, she passed two more bodies on her way down to the bottom floor as the disgust was soon replaced with anger.

          The laundrymen clamoring away against an oil furnace took no notice of her as she stepped by and entered the security room, where the two men inside looked like they had woken up only minutes before. The boiling rage in her stomach exploded up her throat as she screamed at them, incoherent sentences flowing out of her mouth like a furious waterfall as they stared at her messy ponytail and crazed eyes with surprised gazes.

          Eventually, they realized what she wanted and played back footage from the past twenty minutes. All of it had been erased except for a brief clip of a group of six people exiting the complex. She dug her fingers into her arms which were crossed over her chest, muscles in her clenched jaw beginning to twitch underneath the skin. Her hair turned into fire as the rage underneath her cheeks burned the skin that concealed it. This action could cost her her job, her consort, her life. This had been her second chance. The casualties had costed the Association its peace. She could feel the silent war emerging from the shadows behind her like a massive black smoke, ready to scream.

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