Uprising: An Outlast fanfiction

Log #12: False Hope

WARNING: this is my first mixed POV so it might be pretty bad.

Miles' POV

I've always had a soft spot for Em. After all, she was the one who kept me down to earth when everything seemed to be going awry. 

But seeing her attack these guards from a screen almost mindlessly made fear pulsate through my entire being. Nobody had any idea of what she was capable of. Nobody realized what the Walrider could do to her, to me, to anybody in this building. The only one safe from the Walrider, or Em in this case, was Dr. Wernicke. The creator of the dreaded nano swarm that horrendously tore every being to gory shreds. The Walrider's only soft spot.

My attention went back to Em, who had just lunged for a guard. My eyes widened in fear as a shot rang out from a gun. I waited for the worst. But the worst never came. The bullet, instead of lodging itself into her chest, stopped in mid air before turning around and plunging right into the guard's own chest. The guard collapsed to the ground, dead almost instantly.

Suddenly, a whole wave of guards swarmed toward Em, thinking they could overpower her.

With a flick of her hand, they all flew to the ground.

I watched in awestruck horror as Em slowly raised her head to look at the security camera above her. Her eyes flashed black before the camera went to static.

"Christ. She really is the host," Waylon practically gasped. Mr. Blaire muttered something under his breath, trying desperately to switch the camera. The screen on his tablet became frozen.

"What the hell?" Mr. Blaire wondered aloud. He continuously tapped the screen, but nothing happened.

The lights flickered for a moment before going out completely.

This was it. This was the distraction I'd been waiting for.

I silently grabbed Waylon's arm, pushing him toward a broken wall that led right into another hallway. Mr. Blaire, who was far too concerned with the fact that his cameras weren't working, paid no attention to us.

Just as we made it into the hallway, the lights turned on. Mr. Blaire went silent for a moment, most likely trying to figure out where we were. I took this as a grace period, grabbing Waylon once again and running for my life.

"Son of a bitch!" Mr. Blaire roared. In seconds, he was out of the broken wall, darting toward us.

"Waylon, go! Get to the elevator!"

"What about you?!"

"Don't worry about me! Just go, now!"

Waylon gave me one last look before limping away quickly.

Mr. Blaire grabbed me by the collar of my jacket and threw me toward a wall. My vision frayed.

"Miles Upshur. You've really fucked up. I told you, if you even move one muscle, I would kill you. I am a man of my word."

Mr. Blaire pulled out his gun, pointing the barrel at my head. I was too weak to fight back. I watched as Mr. Blaire's finger squeezed the trigger. But nothing happened.

"What the he-"

Mr. Jeremy Blaire was knocked off his feet by an invisible force, and I looked over to see where it came from.

There stood Em, her eyes transforming to a dangerous black color.

Shit.

Em's POV

I had just made it to the bottom of the stairs when I heard the sound of a struggling run, coming from a darkened hallway.

"Waylon?!" I screamed.