Dark Halos

Damn Hybrids

The sound of my fast beating heart could probably be heard from miles. I didn't know I was holding my breath until the abrupt pain seeped through my chest. I thought I was shot, turned out I was. Standing my ground, I bit my tongue to not make any noises to admit defeat. I was a target to Anon, we were a target for the Damned Hybrids.

I can understand why he was mad at me. Ruining his name and status among us as the militia. Although, this was not the time to kill in cold blood and without emotion. Looking up, Anon was crying tears of frustration. Stumbling slightly, I stared at the hole that was underneath my rib cage. The force of the bullet must of grazed the bones.

I'm still in the dark to what he was trying to tell me until it was embedded inside of me. It wasn't a tranquilizer that he shot, it was bullets. Everyone stood still at the scene that was unfolding. Anon somehow knew the secret to make bullets. One that had been lost in the Archives for many generations. With a rarity such as bullets, why waste them on a petty disagreement?

There must be a mass production if he can go all bat shit crazy. Pulling off my backpack, I took out tweezers to try and grab the small piece of iron. The commotion of voices brought me back as I paused on my task.

"Anon. Give me the bullets." Trisha Davis 6900, the leader from the third group stepped up.

A few of the other groups tried to help me, but were scared because of how Anon was acting. He was waving the gun as if it was a toy. I didn't blame any of them, I brought this on myself. I watched as a trail was starting to form.

"No," his voice grew cold. He rubbed the tears off of his face.

"Brother please," Catherine said with her hands raised to show her palms facing outwards.

"She wouldn't listen to me!" He yelled against the empty plot of land that surrounded them.

"You didn't give me the chance!" I yelled back. "You had many chances to talk to me. Instead, here we are."

I showed him my bloodied hand before coughing. I held onto my shirt, applying pressure to the fresh wound. I somehow made my way to the metal building that was not far behind. There was a hole big enough to fit into, I stood in front of it as the conversation increased.

"I ordered her not to," Catherine lied as she took a few steps forward. "Why her? Why not me Anon? I'm your sister-"

"I thought if I could have persuaded her in other ways, she could be mine and help," he avoided my questioning gaze. "She was the only one who I know who can do it."

"Do what?!"

"I knew where her loyalty lies and saw her as an aspect. I needed her to keep this a secret-"

"Stop stalling Jones!" Trisha said as she was surveying the area. The yelling was increasing as I can feel vibrations from the metallic object I leaned on.

"We found the recipe for the ancient devices that was lost..." his voice was soft.

"How?"

"It was buried underneath the rubble of the graves-"

"Which graves?"

"Of the Massacre of the Damned..." he stared at the gun barrel. "The papers were burned and unable to decipher. There was a vault where one was on death's door. Before killing herself, she showed us her naked back which held all of the secrets that I now possess."

"Anon-"

"I skinned her. Taking the information and deciphering it myself before it rotted away."

No one knew what to say. He practically killed her if what he was saying is true. There's no proof that she killed herself, only his word. My blood started to make a small puddle on the ground. The sound of the blood dropping was the only thing I could hear. I felt my life slowly draining out of my body. The warm liquid was growing colder as more dripped out. Catherine held her temper the best way she could.

"Fucking dammit," she ran a hand through her hair. Her other hand gripped on the tranquilizer gun that's in her holster. "She's going to die. It will be your fault."

"I didn't mean to-"

"That's a lie. The look in your eyes say a different story." I tried to catch my breath before continuing. "You are way too young to be this broken."

Sliding down the silver contraction behind me, I had nothing else to say. A few cuts made my back bleed, making the wound worst. Stripes of red can be seen as I landed in the dirt. Wrapping ky arms around my bag to try and stop my wound. The group kept arguing as I focused more of my attention on my own survival.

I tried digging for the bullet again but to no avail. There was no exit hole where it went out. I heard myths about the small iron piece but it might not seem so crazy after all. A new type of bullet that dissolved into the bloodstream, creating more iron. If the hemorrhaging doesn't kill you, the symptoms of iron poisoning will. It would feel as if you overdosed, heart failure might be the least painful way to go. 

The other groups were making their way to the location on their maps. Quietly placing my watch on, I typed a quick message to Connor. Hating that I have to cry for him again, he was the closest friend I got right now. With the advancements of today, Anon created a bioweapon that will kill us all. With me being the first test subject in the name of science. Looking at my watch, I clicked on the marker. Sending a signal to mark that I'm in need of medical help.

Loud undistinguished screams tore through the air. A few of the people dropped, the paralysis kicking in. It doesn't effect everyone, but the few who does might as well kill themselves now to get it over with. No one else made a sound as heavy footsteps was heard. Clouds had formed in the sky, making no light shine through the veil of grey blobs in the sky. The sun was supposed to be out. It was dark enough for a few to come out, a large mass was apparent on their backs. That was new to my knowledge as I remained quiet.

My chest started to hurt as I was still bleeding. Remembering the hole, I managed to push my bag through before getting myself in between the crawlspace. Laying on the ground, I can see the rest of my group trying to get everything situated. I wrapped my jacket around the wound when I couldn't apply any more pressure.

The space in the contraption looked like a house. The interior only lacked furniture and living life. Shining the flashlight with the watch, it reflected off the walls. Quickly shutting it off as the light burned eyes.

A sound made it's way closer. Not being able to defend myself, I pulled out my tranquilizer gun. Whatever was out there, maybe I'll have a chance to escape.

The glitch in the watch shot off a few darts in the direction of the hole before I could command it to stop. Whatever was in front of the hole had passed out. The darts were effective, but now my only chance to escape is nonexistent. The hole was the only way in and out. I'm trapped in this deadly contraption with my group on the other side. Unknown if anyone was alive to help or if I have service to contact medical assistance.