01-29-2018, 10:39 PM
Torri's world became a screen of lines and colors. Her mere human eyes were limited by the processing of all the data being collected simultaneously. Carpenter was surviving. He would be the one to unlock the mysteries behind the channeler mind. For a brief moment, Torri clung to the hope that all this would soon be over. She could go back to a normal life, or as normal as one could have after living in the world beyond the veil, but she was willing to try.
An enormous crash whipped her head aside. She yelled and ducked. Glints of glass sprayed across her vision. She was thrown back. Smashed into the side of a console. Her breath failed. Darkness fell.
What--?!? But her mind was thick. Breathe. Just breathe.
She groaned and tried to stand, only to smack her head on the door of a cabinet hanging free on one hinge.
The scene looked like a war zone. Sparks of orange light flickered along the floors and from free wires dangling from the ceiling like glowing snakes. She put a hand out to steady herself, and willed her pupils to dilate just enough to see. She put a hand to her temple, and winced when she touched her face. Glass crunched underfoot. She knew she had to have been cut. But her pulse was strong, she was not severely wounded.
Then she saw the victims.
She rushed forward, slipping on the glass terrain. She went to Director Stephensen's side and examined him for signs of life. His body was mangled. Red sliced up his hands, arms and face. The cold hand of realization gripped her throat. Nearby, her tech was motionless. A large spike of glass extruded from his chest. Torri grit her teeth and checked with a steady hand anyway. Surgeons could do miraculous things, but even they couldn't revive the dead.
She stood up, face pale, but jaw tight when someone approached her, but she had sights set on one last man. Doctor she was, but also a captain. Her voice was tight with command. "Check the surrounding rooms for injured and damages. Director Stephensen is dead. I will assume command until the Ascendancy can be reached. I want a confirmation that ventilation and structure are of sound integrity. Get some lights in here."
She also wanted a fucking drink, but that would come later.
She stumbled before entering the MRI room. The place was a steel skeleton now. The panels were destroyed. The machinery exposed, ripped apart and decimated. Even the giant magnet in the wall was warped. My god.
She loomed over Carpenter. The same spray of glass sliced up his face and arms as it had her own. She unhooked his restraints and helped him up. Other members of the facility team began to pick their way inside. "Help me get him out of here."
He was probably going to need stitches. Dammit.
An enormous crash whipped her head aside. She yelled and ducked. Glints of glass sprayed across her vision. She was thrown back. Smashed into the side of a console. Her breath failed. Darkness fell.
What--?!? But her mind was thick. Breathe. Just breathe.
She groaned and tried to stand, only to smack her head on the door of a cabinet hanging free on one hinge.
The scene looked like a war zone. Sparks of orange light flickered along the floors and from free wires dangling from the ceiling like glowing snakes. She put a hand out to steady herself, and willed her pupils to dilate just enough to see. She put a hand to her temple, and winced when she touched her face. Glass crunched underfoot. She knew she had to have been cut. But her pulse was strong, she was not severely wounded.
Then she saw the victims.
She rushed forward, slipping on the glass terrain. She went to Director Stephensen's side and examined him for signs of life. His body was mangled. Red sliced up his hands, arms and face. The cold hand of realization gripped her throat. Nearby, her tech was motionless. A large spike of glass extruded from his chest. Torri grit her teeth and checked with a steady hand anyway. Surgeons could do miraculous things, but even they couldn't revive the dead.
She stood up, face pale, but jaw tight when someone approached her, but she had sights set on one last man. Doctor she was, but also a captain. Her voice was tight with command. "Check the surrounding rooms for injured and damages. Director Stephensen is dead. I will assume command until the Ascendancy can be reached. I want a confirmation that ventilation and structure are of sound integrity. Get some lights in here."
She also wanted a fucking drink, but that would come later.
She stumbled before entering the MRI room. The place was a steel skeleton now. The panels were destroyed. The machinery exposed, ripped apart and decimated. Even the giant magnet in the wall was warped. My god.
She loomed over Carpenter. The same spray of glass sliced up his face and arms as it had her own. She unhooked his restraints and helped him up. Other members of the facility team began to pick their way inside. "Help me get him out of here."
He was probably going to need stitches. Dammit.