You didnt care who these people were or how they knew you, but you trusted them. Hopping out of the rock-like bed, you grabbed the AR-15. The magazine was full. The older man handed you an extra magazine, and you shoved it into a pocket. You ran as fast as you could to the stairwell. The older woman and man were up first and shot at the recruits in the well. Whoever they were, they were damn well protective of you.
The man opened the door and the Black Claw recruits showed up. The three of you shared a look that said 'this fight is hardly fair.' The three of you smiled at them. They stood there, confused.
You
This is hardly a fair fight.
The older adults and you pulled the triggers on the guns, aiming at their chest and head. There had to be atleast 50 of these recruits. The others shot at you three but neither of them hit. After all the Black Claw recruits were dead, the walls near them were bloodied and spattered with brain matter. You lowered your weapon and let yourself catch your breath. It was hard giving birth and then killing fifty people.
Nikolova
Good job, kiddo.
You
Who the hell are you?
Sebastian
My name is Sebastian Johannessen and my wife's name is Nikolova Johannessen.
You
Mom? Dad?
Nikolova
Welcome home, sweetheart.
As tears pricked in your eyes, you hugged your mom tightly. She buried her face in your hair, also crying. After a few seconds, tears poured like Niagra Falls from your eyes. It was great to see your parents again but you didnt want to see them in such a murderous way. Sebastian, your father, came up from behind and made it a sandwhich hug.
Sebastian
We missed you so so so so so much...
You
You guys have no idea how much I missed you. Those wesen, why'd you give them to me?
Nikolova
We put you up for adoption and we didnt know which family you went to. Sweetheart, we're so sorry.
You
Its okay, mum. Its okay. We're together now. Thats all that matters.
Your parents pulled away from the hug and smiled. You smiled, your smile identical to your fathers. The stench of the fifty dead bodies started to drift into the air and kill your sense of smell. The three nodded and walked carefully down the multiple flights of spiraling stairs. Once on the floor with no bodies, you, Sebastian, and Nikolova breathed in the fresh air.
For once, you were glad that the air wasnt infected with air freshners. If for anything, you were glad hospitals didnt have air freshners. There was no one on this floor so you assumed Nick did what you told him to do. Speaking of Nick...
Nikolova
Jennifer, dont you think you should go to your husband and children?
You
I should but we need to talk.
Sebastian
About?
You
I have certain friends that you guys probably dont even trust at all or dont understand why Im even friends with them.
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