05-14-2019, 08:02 PM
The ferocious teenager pulled him out, but a flood of people quickly wrenched her grasp free. When he next looked, a dozen heads spilled and none of them golden tresses. "Cayli!?" he cried, searching and turning. A minute inside and he'd already lost her. Fear washed as he twisted this way and that, seeking frantically for her face, pushing aimlessly in any direction.
One of the doctors emerged with a line of kids in tow. He danced out of their hurried way, pressing flat to the wall. Strikingly, most of the faces were deadpan disinterested in the alarm. Some put hands to their ears, but frightened, pale eyes were not among their expressions. The doctors, on the other hand, waved and pleaded that their charges hurry. What was wrong with these children? He had to find Cayli before whatever happened to them happened to her next.
Oddly, out of the teenagers present, one scurried in the opposite direction. She crossed Jensen's path, pushed him from the way, and hurried onward. Most out of place than the fact that she was delving further into a burning building was the determination set to her face. She was not the mindless zombie-blank teen like everyone else. She wore designer shoes and trendy clothes.
He pulled his wallet and sent a group message. "I've lost Cayli," knowing she was unlikely to check her messages at a time like this.
Room after room he checked were empty. Laboratories, dormitories, bathrooms, storage closets, nothing. Ominous stairs led downward, and a creepy chill pulled his imagination to the bowels of the building.
He was about to descend when a familiar face rushed by. Dark-haired and menacing, he recognized the visitor to Ascendancy's ball in Moscow. Zacarias Amengual was the drug lord that wanted Cayli, Jay, and Jessika. Jensen pressed himself to the wall, hoping he wasn't seen by the madman.
He was Cayli's danger, so he followed behind. There wasn't time to tell the others.
One of the doctors emerged with a line of kids in tow. He danced out of their hurried way, pressing flat to the wall. Strikingly, most of the faces were deadpan disinterested in the alarm. Some put hands to their ears, but frightened, pale eyes were not among their expressions. The doctors, on the other hand, waved and pleaded that their charges hurry. What was wrong with these children? He had to find Cayli before whatever happened to them happened to her next.
Oddly, out of the teenagers present, one scurried in the opposite direction. She crossed Jensen's path, pushed him from the way, and hurried onward. Most out of place than the fact that she was delving further into a burning building was the determination set to her face. She was not the mindless zombie-blank teen like everyone else. She wore designer shoes and trendy clothes.
He pulled his wallet and sent a group message. "I've lost Cayli," knowing she was unlikely to check her messages at a time like this.
Room after room he checked were empty. Laboratories, dormitories, bathrooms, storage closets, nothing. Ominous stairs led downward, and a creepy chill pulled his imagination to the bowels of the building.
He was about to descend when a familiar face rushed by. Dark-haired and menacing, he recognized the visitor to Ascendancy's ball in Moscow. Zacarias Amengual was the drug lord that wanted Cayli, Jay, and Jessika. Jensen pressed himself to the wall, hoping he wasn't seen by the madman.
He was Cayli's danger, so he followed behind. There wasn't time to tell the others.