InFAMOUS Second Son - Your Snowflake

Chapter 55

For a moment, it felt as though time itself had come to a stop; freezing the world around me as I grew paralyzed with fear. Standing not ten feet from me was D.U.P. Director Brooke Augustine, the redhead dressed in her typical black uniform as her dark green eyes scrutinized my stilled form. Beside her I could see the child staring at me with terror-stricken eyes as he grasped desperately onto the Director's gloved hand.

The minute my eyes landed on the small boy's trembling frame, all of my fearful hesitation was instantly replaced by the deep, burning hatred I had harbored towards the woman for so many years. Without giving so much as a second thought, the familiar crackling of ice began to fill the room as I summoned one of my trademark daggers to form within the palm of my hand; its slick, jagged edge glinting menacingly in the room's light. Raising the newly formed weapon to my chest defensively, I could feel all of those years of forced training come rushing back to me as though it were a second instinct. As my grip tightened around the icy blade, all rational thought seemed to have abandoned my mind as I was suddenly triggered into attacking.

Launching myself towards the woman, I raised the dagger upwards with every intention of embedding it deep within Augustine's chest. However, before I could even get within arm's reach of the Director, a sudden flash of movement brought me to an abrupt halt as the child jumped in front of Augustine to intercept the attack. Posing himself as a human shield, the boy stared me down with a look of determination in his eyes, effectively stopping me mid-attack to gawk at him in disbelief.

Without hesitation, Augustine instantly took advantage of my distracted state to give her had a quick upwards jerk. Immediately the ground was sent splintering beneath me as numerous slabs of concrete suddenly came rupturing up from the floor before blanketing my feet in a solid encasement. The abruptness of the attack left me with no time to react as a second assault of concrete came crashing down against my wrists; the force of the impact effectively pushing my wrists together so that a single concrete cuff could form and bind them.

"Oh, Isabella." The Director's sadistic voice tsked softly as she eyed my struggling form. "You continue to disappoint me...."

"AUGUSTINE, YOU FUCKING BITCH!" My voice came roaring out at the women in the upmost rage as I violently trashed about in the restraints; my animosity towards her clearly outweighing my earlier concern of censoring such language from the nearby youth. "GET THIS SHIT OFF ME NOW!!!!"

The murderous expression in my tone elected a fearful whimper from the child, yet he remained unmoving before the Director whom merely chuckled in response. The sound brought involuntary shudders to race down my spine and I couldn't help but to glare warily at the woman as she cautiously made her way past the child. Taking several powerful strides, Augustine promptly approached my restrained form before coming to a stop to stand in front of me.

"I'm afraid I can't do that, Miss Dearing." The Director spoke in a professional tone while her sharp green eyes scrutinized my form in a roaming gaze. Her inspection didn't last long until her line of vision was once again focused on my own; her eyes glinting in sadistic glee while my own green orbs glared at her with the most unfathomable hatred. "You see, I've been expecting you for quite some time now."

Delsin's P.O.V.

"Um....Reg?" I cocked a questioning brow at my brother's approaching form as I stood leaning against the truck's closed doors. Despite the distance separating us, I could easily make out the features of a displeased frown etched on Reggie's face. With each step that brought the officer closer, the more clearly I could distinguish the ticked-off expression he held. "Everything-"