Chapter 138 - Access denied (2/2)
”Then what do you want from me?” my voice shivered to betray my inner turmoil. The sinister rose again.
”I want nothing from you puny human. You're only fun to play with. I have no interest in this game anymore. I'll discard you just like I've discarded your little dog friend,” my whole body went cold, I couldn't hold my arms up anymore. the muscles from my back, my shoulders, and my arms were screaming. I finally gave me. My arms fell limply on my side. Fingers barely holding the gun. Demos... My eyes lost in the distance. There was a possibility Grant was also gone. Tears just flow.
”I—” I started...
-Liliane, more away from the door slowly. I don't want to hurt you but I don't want them to notice.
That voice, my head sprung up, eyes wide with shock. Grant! I quickly regained my composure and wiped my tears.
”You were about to say something. Be quick cause I have others to kill,” said Atlas with clear irritation. I moved on the side in the corner where the wall made a 90 degrees angle. I leaned against it and shook my head.
”I'm sad, I don't think you will ever understand it,” I looked up. Right here, right now I was ready. They took their aim and I sunk down. In a fraction of a second, the door ripped like mere cardboard. I covered my head and squeezing in the corner in a fetal posture. Dust and chunks of concert flew in the air. Gun fired causing flashed of orange and blue. The sound echoed in the enclosed space. From the debris emerged Alter with a machine gun. He took down the first two cyborgs. But those hiding in the shadow fired at him. An arm pulled him to the side just in time and the bullets landing in the wall behind him. Other obscure figures emerged from the door and fired down the stairs. The cyborgs took cover while running below.
”Liliane,” I recognized Grant in the group of dozen artificial in the darken landing. He kneeled before me and I threw my arms around his neck. ”I was so worried we wouldn't make it in time,” I sobbed holding him tight. He gently stroke my hair. ”It's ok,” he whispered. Then he eased away as the chaotic firing continued in the background. On of the artificial was lying down, a gaping hole in his chest with white liquid pouring out. Grant gave a quick peeped at him then turned back with a tight smile.
”Demos!” he called. I heart skipped a heart on heart that name. From the group, a dark figure stepped forward. Standing there in his glory, a crooked smile dancing on his lips. He was as I remembered, the same black hair, the same angular face with sharp copper eyes. He was wearing green surgeon pants and top with a heavy bandage around his chest. Apart from that, he was the same.
”How—” I breathed. Grant go to his feet and took the gun Demos was holding.
”That's a long story,” said Grant before joining his cult members and fired at the resilient cyborgs hiding in the shadows.