The Virus

Chapter 7

"Halt." Commanded a young boy, looking around the same age as Lorcan. I stopped. The boy had black hair that was close to covering his electric blue eyes. He was wearing a black shirt with a leather jacket and a belt strap around his right shoulder. His eyes were narrowed and there was a small scar lining on his lips. A click vibrated through me, it was most obviously the sound of a gun being loaded with bullets. The boy held a handgun to my temple, he put his finger softly on the trigger. "Talk." He demanded. "Why are you here?"

"We were trying to see how the Lab worked, for a school assignment." I answered, stuttering. If the boy pressed down on the trigger, we would be done for.

He glared at me suspiciously, then a bullet fired.

I was terrified, but didn't feel any pain, I looked at the boy to see the gun barrel raised to the sky. He lowered it back down to my temple. "One more lie," He started, "And I fire this into your head." His tone was threatening.

"Stop scaring her, you know we don't believe you!" Lorcan said.

The boy laughed, and fired the gun again, this time aiming at Lorcan, I yelped.

Lorcan jumped back and cupped his hand on his knee. The boy turned back to meet my gaze. "You're next." he said. "Now don't lie."

"We...we want to see the Corr, we're doing it for a school pro-"

"You must not understand: Don't lie." The boy fired his gun. The bullet buried itself into the ground, and inch away from my foot. "What's so hard about telling the obvious truth? Do it, and you won't die."

I was terrified.

"How do you know so easily?"

"Start speaking reasonable words girl, ones that match why you're here."

Every word that he said rang in my ears. The smell of gunpowder felt like it had burnt a hole through my nose. "Who are you?" I asked.

The boy shook his head, making disappointed clicking sounds with his mouth. His finger pressed harder on the trigger. "Why are you here?"

I sighed. "We want to talk to the Corr." I told him the truth. "Unrelated to school."

The boy waved us into the Lab with his gun, still threatening to shoot us if we didn't follow him. As we walked through the door, the strong smell of blood and chemicals mixed, my lungs felt stale. I coughed. We passed several open rooms, closed off by caution tape, I was able to sneak a peek at a few. Blood was splattered through the walls, messages written on a desk in black ink. I couldn't read what they said, but I knew it was something dangerous. There was a flat table with braces and straps to hold a person down. Other than that, it was too dark to see. There were no windows and it looked as if a door had been torn off its hinges. "Ay!" The boy caught me looking, he aimed his gun at me. "This isn't a tour."

I snapped my gaze to his eyes, and he smiled slyly at me. "But if it was, my script would tell you that we're almost to the prisons."

He opened a heavy metal door and threw us inside a cell. It was guarded by rusted walls and thick bars, the black ink that had been painted had been scraped away, and the dust had left a fresh paint of grey.

"Get us out of here!" I screamed.

"I'm afraid that won't be in order." He said, smiling slightly. "The washing will begin at o300IM tomorrow." He said. "Be ready."

He slammed the door, and it sent a vibration down my spine. When the door closed all the lights shut off. 

We were left in pitch black. 

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