IGCSE 1ST LANGUAGE

Power cut

I waited, listening meticulously for the blaring signal that I

knew would soon pierce through the dead silence that

engulfed the dilapidated warehouse, but I didn't hear it. I

crouched behind the splintered gunpowder crates, listening,

desperately hoping to hear the alarm. Five minutes...then

ten... later thirty minutes, but I didn't hear anything other

than my pounding heart and utter silence. An hour passed

by. Still nothing. Sweat stung my eyes and knives of

pain stabbed my chest. Maya didn't sound the alarm.

Everyone must have been murdered.

Suffocating thoughts clouded my mind as I felt horror,

unbearable pain. All the terrible foulness collected in my

mind like smoke in an air filter. The gang was my family. They

were my only family. I didn't have anyone else. They couldn't

have died. I refused to believe it, but I couldn't deny it. All

our protocols were thorough, they were never wrong. Our

plan was simple. Diego was going to disable the security

systems. Everyone else was going to take down the guards,

securing the truth serum. Maya had to sound the alarm,

signalling me to go retrieve the serum and rendezvous at our

house.

A loud bang dragged me out of my train of thought and I

tried to compose myself, willing my mind to quit roving

crazily over the swirling, sickening landscape of death. I

looked around slowly, examining the warehouse, but I didn't

see anything unusual. I had to retrieve the serum; it was the

least I could do for my family. They wanted the serum so that

they could finally get information out of other gang members

without the usual gruesome procedures. It was for a good

cause.

Another ear-splitting bang and all the miniscule lights

hanging from narrow wires died. This was a military

base. There couldn't be a power-cut. I could hear fading

footsteps in the distance, but I couldn't focus. As soon as my

faltering brain jolted back to life, I realised what was

happening. Someone was stealing the serum.

I snapped into action sprinting after the person, stumbling on

objects and trying to ignore the nauseating odour of dead

rodents, but I was too late. The moment I made my way out

of the warehouse, he whizzed by on what looked-like Maya's

bike, leaving behind a trail of smoke.

I sprang on my bike, racing behind in pursuit, but to my

surprise it only took him a few turns to come to a stop.

What I saw in front of me made me sick to my stomach. I

almost wished I stayed hidden between that crate.

Maya and Diego wrestled on the ground, both frantically

trying to grab the serum that laid lay on the floor, but what

was worse was the Sergeant Peter's icy blue eyes that

glistened in the moonlight, staring straight at me, smirking in

victory.

"I'm not the traitor", they yelled simultaneously.

I barely heard anything after that. All I could think about was

if one of these two people, who I loved dearly killed my

entire family and betrayed us.

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