The Night

Trapped

         "He's waking up..." A voice mumbled lightly and I heard the rumbling off machines and lights turning on. I opened my eyes and winced; I was locked in a room full of windows and no doors, through the windows sat Oscar and a few of his lab buddies. On the other side of the room there was another cell, inside it lay Alicia sobbing heavily. "Welcome, Kreis Demitriou, to my lab."
         "Let me out," I shouted, terrified," Let me out you fricking bastards! I'm not some stupid lab animal for you to play with, I'm a human like you!" And I banged the unbreakable glass, desperate and confused.
         About 5 minutes later, the glass parted a bit and Oscar came in and sat in front of me. "Calm down now, I can explain everything." How could he act so snobby and obnoxious when he had me locked up and stuck in a cell, I lunged at him, furious and heard the faint shout of Alicia shouting for me to stop, instantly I felt the soft ooze of a dart on my arm and I grew nauseas, my mind blurring and blood thinning.

In an unknown place, Paul's pov.

     "Paul...? Are you ok?" Alicia asked me, scared.
      "I'm fine, it's just... urgh." Alicia and I were stuck in a prison cell, I had no recollection of what had happened before the attack on our base. I just, everything was a blurred memory, a fast dash. All I remembered was a sudden burst of energy, everything felt so... rigged, I didn't feel in control at all. Worst of all, I think Alicia was dead. I hadn't seen her since our kiss and my heart ached, Arya was dealing with Kreis in her own way. We had no idea what to think, he'd joined us, become one of us and became so attached to us only to be seperated to God knows where.
        "He's still alive. I can tell." Whispered Arya, visibly distressed. Oh yeah, what about Harper? Was Harper ok? And all the others, Alex was dead. We knew that, he saw a grim death, dying saving my beloved Alicia. Then I remembered Maria, how could I forget her!? Was she alive, she was just a kid. Why was everything so grim goddamnit. We had to find a way out, we had to. The room was bleak and there were no guards we could see, it was a cell with no means of communications. Or more importantly, no food or water.

Alicia's room, Alicia's pov.

      I felt so bad. I did it, I betrayed them. I was dying and now I'm not. I was changed. I might as well admit the truth to myself now... That's the truth, I'm a disgrace. It's all my fault; I created this virus with Oscar and the others, now I am the virus. I led Alicia and Paul on a life of lies, they're now locked up in some desolate place where I'll never see them again. Kreis knew me for a short amount of time, I've known him since he was born. I've betrayed him the most of all.
         Everyone I knew had led a life of lies. Kreis, Kreis was my mistake. Everything went wrong since I created Kreis. Alicia, I scolded myself, don't think him as a person. You'll grow attached. He is a weapon notching more. He is a Hunter, no, he is the hunter. I told myself over and over. It's only a matter of time before he realises and escapes. Then he'll be thirsty for revenge.
         There was a knock on my door and someone spoke, "Sorry Alicia. I really am, you were like a sister to me." Oscar said from behind the glass.
         "Let. Me. Out." I hissed.
         "I'm just following orders. You remember the protocol, we kill the enemy. You are infected, by choice at that. Therefore, you are the enemy. I'm sorry, before you learn how to harness the virus you must be... Ahm, eliminated." He raised a small controller and tapped a few buttons on it, a small scanner flashed a red light at me.
         How ironic. I remember coding those machines like it was yesterday, my own security killing me. Killing me because of a virus I made. Fate was poetic. Ok, so I had about 30 seconds to escape before I became a layer of antimatter and ash. What fun. I needed to find something, anything that could save me. I remembered that the virus needed some time... Time to what, uhm, uh... That's it! The virus needed an hour to transmit everything. How long was I stuck in here? I braced my body and charged myself with emotions: The fuel for the virus.
         The gun bleeped, I was too slow. I'm sorry, I thought to everyone, I'm sorry for living...