Ultramarine -- REWRITTEN

Twenty Nine. [h.s.] -- REWRITTEN

*NOTE: this used to be the contest winners announcement (still going to have the winners receive their prize), but (going to be honest here), I'm selfish and I want to keep my reads and votes so I changed it, LOL

          I had ten minutes. I had already pressed the button.

          With the towel and body bag in hand my feet barely touched the ground knowing the danger that was ahead of me. It was like I could hear her screams in my ears which were burning with boiling anger, most likely red to the eyes. To everyone else, it was her day to die. I wasn't going to let that happen.

          Two Commissioners exited the elevator far down the hall and I slowed my speed to a normal pace, acknowledging their presence with a nod of my head as we passed each other. My mental clock shrieked in my ears at my pace, repeating the fact that I was wasting time by walking at a normal speed. Even when I began to glide down the hallway, I could not silence the timer counting down. I had already lost time when I was trying to find the correct towel that Aria had requested while persuading Daniel and my co-workers to occupy the men watching the security cameras.

          Six minutes.

          I swiftly entered the elevator that the Commissioners had come out of, tapping my feet as I slowly rose to the floor she was on. Everything became slower than normal and I couldn't help but curl my hands into fists around the cloth. I could be too late.

          Wasting no time, I slipped between the doors as they were opening, keeping my pace steady past guards and doctors that were roaming the halls. I checked my surroundings before entering the medicine room. I knew what I needed and I had seen an abundance inside before.

          I gathered all of the needles I could fit into my pockets and bag without it seeming too conspicuous, my heart racing in my neck and veins. My eyes flickered over each name, grabbing a bottle of vitamins from a basket and hiding it within the body bag. Pure rage surged into my cheeks and eyes as the button throbbed against my wrist just from looking at it. I grabbed it and pressed it multiple times. Twenty minutes was too much time.

          Three minutes.

          I exited the room, strolling to the double doors guarded by three Commissioners. Three against one. I could drop the body bag and towel, grab two needles from my pockets and lunge at the two on the side, risking being attacked from behind by the bald one. It was the only way. I had to knock out two first or I wouldn't stand a chance. I'd turn around, punch or kick him back to give me enough time to grab a third needle. I approached and one stopped me.

          "Name?" he droned.

          "Harry Styles."

          "Vocation?"

          "Laundryman and janitor."

          "What is your reason for being here?" he questioned with a tone that made it seem like he were already asleep.

          "Aria has requested these and I've come to deliver them."

          Two minutes.

          The man nodded, both of them pressing their hands against the door to open it. I dropped the body bag and towel, shoving my hands into my pockets and grabbing two needles. I thrusted my arms to the side, piercing the needles deep into skin and injecting the powerful anesthetic. Groans and weak protesting before collapsing. An arm wrapped around my neck, pulling me backward as I choked on air and saliva.

          One minute.

          In a split second I had grabbed another needle from my pocket, bringing it to his arm. Before I could do anything, he grabbed it from me and threw it where it shattered against the wall, liquid dripping down white. Heat burst in my stomach as I thrusted my head back, bone against bone as he stumbled back. Ducking to the floor, I snatched another needle from the body bag, turning around and piercing his skin with the needle as he lunged at me. He pulled away as half of the liquid had entered his system, but enough for me to kick his chest hard enough for him to fall backward. I injected the rest, throwing the needle on the ground next to him.