Vault 115

Chapter 12 - Leader

Michael shook his head, anger flaring on his face. 'Ciara! I told you! He's not to be trusted!' He wanted to scream but his mind, no matter how hard he tried, always stayed the same volume. She felt the force of it though.

'I'm sorry Michael.'

Michael tried to rein in his power. If they didn't know, just fighting with it would make certain they knew. He raised his hands slowly, sighing. Melanie looked at him as if he was crazy, but raised her hands slowly too.

"Michael. Where did you think you were going to go?"
The man walked in, Jared, and Michael sneered at him.

"I don't know director. You tell me." He didn't know why he used that word, it just fit. Jared balled his hands into fists, shaking his head.

"What, you thought you could escape? Live your old life back in the vault?" Jared walked forward, getting in Michael's face. "Or maybe you were trying to escape the vault altogether? You think you can survive out there on your own? Just two kids who don't know what they're doing?" Jared looked almost smug.

Michael glared at him. "I'd take my chances outside the vault. It'd be better than staying here." Jared flared with rage and shook his head. He stepped away, grabbing a taser and turning a dial on it.

Then he brought it up to Michael and shocked him. Michael screamed out, falling to the floor in pain, but was still concious. He heard Melanie yelling from far away, at least it /sounded/ far away.

"Show us your power Michael. Show us what you can do!" Michael held back as best he can.

"Jared, you can't do that! He's just a kid!"

"He's going to show us!"

"Not this way!" Someone else ran up, shocking Michael again and making him fall unconcious, shocking Melanie next, another adult catching her before she hits the ground.
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Melanie smiled in her sleep. Somebody gave her a shock, which had knocked her mind clear and filled her up with energy. She was partially unconscious and felt okay with relaxing into the arms of the person dragging her. She was laid on the ground, much like a sack of potatoes. She heard Michael shouting. He'd woken up first, and wasn't enjoying his treatment apparently. Melanie stayed still and quiet. She was calm.

"You'd better fess up." Somebody growled. There was the sound of a dislocated bone popping back in place. "Tie him down and keep a hold on him. He wants to punch, he loses the privilege to move freely."

Michael said something angry, but Melanie couldn't make it out. She finally opened her eyes when she was snatched off the ground from under her arms. She looked around. The man's, Jared's, arm was wrapped around her neck. Something was pressed against her head.

"She's too weak to teleport, we saw the camera footage. So go ahead and cough up what you know so we can get this over with. We can find another agriculture miscreant to test." Something hot dripped on Melanie's shoulder. It was blood from Jared's nose. Good hit, Michael.

There was a click. Michael's eyes widen in fear. Was that a gun? Pointed at her head? Melanie suddenly liked her situation a whole lot less. I do not want to be here, she thought. So she teleported away.

The shocks she'd received were enough to let her teleport easily quite a few times. First she appeared behind Jared, and the two people holding Michael down pointed frantically. Then she popped up behind them, kicking both in the knees. Michael rolled away. A shot was fired.

Guess I'll have to do something about that, she thought. So she disappeared and teleported between Jared again, yanking the gun out of his hand. "I hope this works," she murmured, before teleporting to Michael, grabbing him, and teleporting out of the room.
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Michael watched a gun pressed against Melanie's head. The silver thing was huge, almost as big as her head, though Jared had no problem holding it and sneering in Michael's direction. 'What's his problem with me anyway?'

Then the teleporting happened and it was all Michael could do to wrap his head around what's happening. She was one place, then the next. Suddenly the arms holding Michael up on his knees released and he rolled behind a box, glancing around the room and a loud sound erupted in his ears. Were they in a storage room?
Then Melanie was in front of him saying something, grabbing his arm and they were both suddenly someplace else.

Michael glanced around, raising his hands to his ears as an outrageous sound filled them. It sounded like roaring and whirring, but kept going and wouldn't stop. But, it made sense finally when he figured out where they were. Somehow, Melanie was able to teleport them to the generator room. There were three large machines two stories tall that glowed a light yellow on the inside, a tube circling around a cylinder. There was fencing surrounding the entirety of each machine, for danger purposes.

"We shouldn't be here!" Michael basically screamed, though they were standing right next to each other.

"I didn't know where I was going, just wanted away from them!"

Michael nodded, then closed his eyes. 'Ciara?'
He tried a few more times but no answer. They must be too far away. Michael shook his head.
"What are we gonna do Melanie?"
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"Find Sam. Get to the main vault. Get help. My brother can help us." Melanie said, mustering courage. She was extremely energized. She was still holding the gun, as well, which made her feel far braver than she felt. Following her gut, she headed out the swinging double doors to their left and marched down the hall, Michael at her heels. If they were in the generator room, then they weren't far from the secret wing.

She turned and handed Michael her weapon. "Find a place to hunker down and stay put. I'll find Sam and be in and out in a couple minutes." Before he could argue, she vanished.
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He cursed to himself, shaking his head. He hadn't seen Sam since the cafeteria. He never forgot about her, but though all of this she still hadn't shown up. He glanced around, taking in his surroundings before running back into the generator room. If they were paying close attention to cameras, they would see him go in there.

Immediately he ran to the side room that monitors the generators. As he closes the door behind him he sighed a breath of relief, the room being soundproof. He immediately swung a chair to the corner, flipped the safety on the gun so it was on, and beat the camera with the heavy metal weapon until the camera was just bits on the floor. He sighed, sinking down into his chair.