Chapter 47
Everything is reflecting inside my head like I’m watching my own life comes to a destruction. I see how happy and devastated I was with my family – Dad, Mom, James and George – the laughs, problems and losses we all experience and shared. The times I’ve craved and cried for Terence’s affection. The days I’ve spent with Professor Wood and Edward, mostly debating about school policies and district laws. The sweet, uncomfortable moments with Luke. The day we run and fight the Genesis down to my stupid decision to be selfless and save everyone I love. Lastly, the painful experiments, the loud screams and begging I’ve done for my life. I’ve given up already. I know what my end will be. I just want this to stop. I can’t live anymore.
I’m sorry James I say in my mind hopelessly. Giving up means ending James’s life too, but I’m too tired to live anymore.
Being powerless never felt this awful.
I see white silhouettes running fast toward doors, panicking and shouting. People in colourful ragged clothes with masks come running after them, chasing and firing at the scientists. They throw tin cans that produces white smokes and all of a sudden the scientists drop to the floor, unconscious. Guards and Argonian soldiers start to fire at the armed men too, they fight with guns for a while then later on they use their respective fire and Kent powers – electricity, lights, magnetics, and so much more.
Bloods are everywhere. Lives vanishes too fast in front of me and once again I can’t do anything to save mine. I’ve given up, so what’s the point of looking for a way out? Like what Professor Great told me, I’m already dead.
The fight continues, it’s a bloodbath.
“Come on! Faster, faster! First Class soldiers will be here any minute!” one man shouts, waving at the armed men who are freeing the Mixed Blood rebels from the tight straps of the ‘experiment’ beds. Others wave at him and runs to the chambers, I hear explosions and metal dropping to the ground. They must have bombed the chambers to free the other Mixed Blood rebels.
The redheaded girl cries and hugs a boy tightly. Her voice is shaking, very terrified. “We should help her.” She says, pointing at me.
The boy removes his masks and asks, “What is she?” His eyes are fixed on me like he’s astonished and confused at the same time. He pushes back his red hair and thinks deeply of what to do with me.
“That should have been me Jaures!” the redheaded girl informs as she wheels herself closer to him.
He looks at the redheaded girl, they look very similar, like two flower buds of the same stem. “Fine!” He gets a gas tank and smashes it several times on the invisible water tank until it shatters.
The water rushes down and I drop instantly to the floor; cold and wet.
An alarm suddenly goes on, red emergency lights fills the whole place. Warning, warning. Process interrupted, Process interrupted. It repetitively continues causing shock to the scientists and irritation to the armed men, which I suspect are Mixed Blood rebels
My whole body begins to feel everything. The pain and burning feeling registers instantly. When I was submerged to that blue serum, I can’t move any muscle now that I’m out, I can’t control myself from shaking.
The redheaded girl drops a lab gown with bloodstains and says, “Carry her please Jaures and let’s get out of here.”
Jaures, the boy with the same red hair like the Mixed Blood rebel girl nods and scoops me gently, putting my arm around his neck and walks carefully. “Hey Marilyn, would you mind some covering here? I need to get Amy and this girl out safely.” He shouts to a girl with black pants and sweating blue shirt.
The girl jogs to us while firing at a Kent guard. She removes her masks as well and I see a burned scar on her right cheek but nonetheless she looks pretty. She looks at me with judgment. “The first time your sister helped a Pure Blood she landed here! You’ll never get an award for being the most considerate, stupid brother!” She pushes the redheaded girl’s wheelchair with one hand while the other is holding a gun, shooting at anyone with white lab gowns and red and purple uniforms.
Jaures runs fast with Marilyn following behind just to make sure of our safety. Then we stop, I hear how fast and tired his heart is.
“Give her to me and I will let you go.” Professor Great’s voice echoes in the hallways. “I won’t even press this detonator if you just hand her over to me.”
“You must know by now that we weren’t just here for a rescue mission, right? You’d rather have her than all the data we stole? That’s interesting.” Jaures says, laughing contently.
Professor Great doesn’t respond. He doesn’t even try to do something. “You’ll loss. You always do, but you will lose even more if you don’t give her to me. Listen to me, son. That girl can cause destruction more than you know.”
Son? I try to look at him, but his hands tighten; I feel anger and despise. “You’re not my father and I’d rather be destroyed than to obey you!” he says and walk past Professor Great with Marilyn pointing a gun at him.
“Why didn’t he stop us?” Marilyn asks.
Jaures doesn’t respond. I know what that silence means – hatred. Amy clears her throat and answers instead, “His power is only limited to wide spaces and there’s no other material things here to be moved except for your gun.”
Marilyn pushes her continually and asks again, “Then why didn’t he? He could manoeuvre the gun and point it at us, snatching the girl, right?”
“Because once a Kent uses his power against his own bloodline, his power will vanish rendering him powerless forever. That’s how it works.” Jaures answers with disgust. “Let’s run faster, warn the others to leave immediately too. If he finds his safety, he’ll surely press that detonator.”
Marilyn pulls a radiotelephone from her pocket and tosses it to Amy. “You heard your brother.” She says, panting.
The moment we got out of the facility it suddenly explodes. The fire is wild and there are falling cements all over. I watch the hell burns in front of me and think that the man responsible for all of my pain is still alive. The Queen who’s greedy for power and authority is still comfortably sitting on her throne, secretly destroying people’s lives.
This is not over.
Not for them… They will continue to work and experiment until they create the perfect weapon that can submit everyone into fear.
Not for me… I gave up on my life, but not for the people I love. I still have people to protect, people to care.
Not for revenge… I still have a Professor and a Queen to bring down. This will not be over until I see them crawl in pain and beg for the lives, the way I did.
I survive.
This isn’t the end of me.
This is not over.
Not yet.
--- End of Book I ---
