--Chapter Fifty-Seven--

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Kaira's POV:

We have been searching the different rooms for Zane, but we still haven't found him. I just can't understand it! Where did he go? It's like he just disappeared.

Max holds my hand tightly after we leave yet another room and he stops walking for a moment. "I don't think we're going to find him, Kaira. Besides, we are running out of time. Please, let's just go."

But how can I leave without knowing? How can I step outside with the guilt that I feel growing inside me? Never mind that the guilt is misplaced, I feel it nonetheless.

Max gently places his hand on my cheek, stroking it with his thumb. "Please, Kaira. I don't want you to get hurt anymore."

"Okay," I finally relent.

He doesn't hesitate to hurry me along the halls. Then, up ahead, I see a door with a small window on it. The window reveals green on the other side. Outside! We are so close! But then Max pulls me to a stop as the door opens. We look around but there is no place to hide or conceal ourselves.

A group of men come through the door and I find myself searching each face for Zane. I want to know that he is well even if he shattered my heart. Selfishly, I want to ease the guilt that gnaws away at my gut.

Max tried to tug on my hand to get me moving, but I can't move. I'm frozen. And I realize I won't be going anywhere as the last men step through the door, someone hauled in with them.

But no, it can't be! There is no way... I just. I don't understand. I watched him die! How could he be alive?

No matter how much my brain cannot understand what is happening, I see it anyways. And I can't help but let out a piercing scream.

"Dad!"

He's struggling against the arms the restrain him, but he stops when he hears my voice and looks up. Recognition dawns on his face before his thrashing starts up again with renewed vigour.

"Kaira! Behind you!" he yells. I swing around just in time to see more scientists come towards us. There are so many that I know we don't stand a chance. And now even Max will be hurt because of me.

"Kaira, we have to run!" Max whispers fiercely, not willing to give up.

I slowly shake my head, "It's too late. I'm so sorry, Max."

Kaira's POV: Ithildae

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