From the Ashes

20

Jensen flies down the stairs with incredible speed, determined to get to the level below. His feet slide across the floor as he jumps off the last stair. He reaches out and yanks the door open and sprints through the gap.

He can hear his friends calling out to him, their voices getting louder with every step he takes.

He finally reaches the last door and pulls it open and slips inside.

"No, Jensen, leave!" Alec yells as Jensen steps in front of his cell.

Jensen freezes in his step, panting. "What? Why? I'm going to get you guys out of here," Jensen tells him, eyeing the control panel to the left of him.

"Jensen!" Daisy calls out.

Jensen leaves the panel and sprints down to the last cell, to see the girl with golden hair standing there. Daisy's eyes meet his and Jensen steps closer so he's standing right in front of the bars, less than a foot away from her.

Her eyes droop in sadness at the sight of her friend that she hasn't seen in so long. "Jensen, please you have to go," she pleads with him. "They'll kill us all. You can't stop them."

Jensen shakes his head in disbelief. "No, we can get out of here, we'll fight them," he tells her, though doubt begins to brew in his head.

Daisy steps back, but before her foot can touch the ground, Tony and Alec appear beside her and they all fall backward, landing on their back with one loud thump.

Blood trickles down the side of their heads, the red trail leading up to a small hole, the size of a bullet in the center of their foreheads.

A cry of pain scratches at the back of Jensen's throat, almost getting out, but stops just as a jolt surges through his entire body.

Jensen shoots up in his bed as he finally lets out the cry he had been holding in for so long. He gasps and thrashes in the sheets covering his body, ripping them off in one motion.

He sits on his knees on the mattress, his orange eyes looking around the dark room rapidly, looking for anything familiar. His eyes finally settle on the wall in front of him where he could see his father in the other room, sound asleep.

Jensen urges his eyes to return to their natural color and leans back, letting his body fall against the pillows. He lets out a heavy breath and moves his feet out from under him, letting his body relax and recover from the sudden event that just occurred in his head.

He can't shake the strong feeling of reality that he got from his dream. It had felt so real, and whenever it feels that real, it always comes true.

A shudder ripples through Jensen's muscles as he remembers the image of his friends on the ground with blood trickling down their heads. Jensen sits up quickly and grabs the sheets that he had thrown away and wraps them around his shaking body.

He stares motionless at the grey wall in front of him and tries his hardest to think of any solution that could save them, but the only thing he can come up with is to not do anything.

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"I don't care." An exasperated sigh escapes a man's lips. His dark forest-green eyes roll at the doctor standing in front of him. "Kill him. If you can't manage to do anything right, then deal with the problem. I can't have someone more powerful than me running around, now can I?"

The doctor nods her head, her grey eyes wide and alert. "Yes, sir, I understand." She hurries to a computer against one of the walls. Her white-blonde hair is pulled into a tight bun and almost matches her white lab coat, making it appear as if she is dressed up as a ghost.