An Act of Chivalry (Sander Sides)

Chapter Five

The moment Thomas opened the door he knew something was wrong. Virgil was inside his sweater, the only thing sticking out from his fetal position being a tuff of hair. Virgil was off in sweater town. Logan sat cross-legged on the couch's end fiddling with a notebook. He scarcely wrote impactful information on an electronic. The nerd was convinced someone would hack into the device and retrieve the valuable info.

"Hey, we've got a problem," Thomas stated sternly. Remy, who followed Thomas into the room practically slammed the door shut. "Where's Patton?"

"Oh, hi kiddo!" Patton shouted from another room. "Sorry mom, my friends just showed up! We're gonna play a heated game of dungeons and dragons. Yup-Of, course-love you too....No I love YOU more! Haha! Bye." The man-child that was Patton popped into the room, tucking his phone away before turning on his heel to give Thomas a scarily serious nod. The now more fatherly figure sat next to Virgil on the couch. He crossed his arms, propping his legs up on the coffee table and waiting for Thomas's inevitable speech.

"Sorry Patton, but we've got a big problem. Your mother will have to wait." "It's completely fine, proceed."

Thomas adjusted his jacket, tension spreading like Logan's favorite jam, before speaking. "The lab had a quarantine failure. We saw a yellow blur in the cameras, but whenever it passed they seemed to malfunction. Actually, scratch that, they all malfunctioned at the same time for the same duration."

"Maybe a hacker?" I suggested tilting my hand until my palm was facing the sky. With a snap of my fingers, I directed the nearby visible light spectrum into colors of my liking, showing off an illusion to the group. It was a projection of my thoughts; reflecting a yellow figure typing away on a large computer.

"No," He shook his head. He dug into his pocket and tossed a few investigation photos on the table. "Whatever it was, it left these two corpses behind. The third one was a victim."

Logan closed his hard covered notebook and set it beside him. My nerdy co-leader got to his feet and walked closer to the table. I, however, already had a perfect view. He was wearing his fake glasses which I appreciated. It was strange to see him without them.

"One shot to the head." Remy cut in as Logan examined the photos. "The other was either suffocated or died of blood loss. whatever attacked him must've been equipped with some gauntlet or something."

Logan picked up the photos. "No, he used his bare hands. Or I mean gloves. Mid suffocation his claw-like hands punctured his artery and he died minutes later." Logan dropped the image of that victim back on the table.

"And your sure of this Logan?" I raised a brow. "Most certainly...And what happened to this man? He either has a liver malfunction or is wearing yellow contacts."

"We don't know, the man didn't know either. We found him passed out in the bathroom covered in blood and suffering from amnesia."

This was giving me an idea. "Okay," I started. I got to my feet and started playing my thoughts in reverse like a tape before talking over the scene. "So maybe this man broke out of containment-" "It started as a break in." "Oh, well excuse me...So it started as a break in..."

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(The illusions point of view)

The door opened and two men walked into the building. One is the security guard and the other was the stranger dressed in black in yellow. They talked casually, like old friends as they made their way through security. With the guard's help, they got to the security office. After a small amount of banter, the yellow villain struck; knocking the guard out and stowing the man away in the bathroom...

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"Nope," Remy interrupted. "The man was never SEEN entering the building. Plus there wasn't a bathroom in the security office." I growled in response. "Well fine then!"