The alarm repeats, echoing through the entire facility halls. Something I...no...we never heard of before. It was only used for emergencies and this was the first.
The sound of AD guns goes off, shooting past me and into the concrete walls and floors. While still running, I glance back at two fully armored and equipped men. The other guards must still be getting prepared or either looking for me in the west wing. I dodge the next bullet while turning to the nearest corner and head down that hall, passing the training rooms. As a genetically made Immense SH Soldier, I was prepared to take on fights but I know better than to go against anything of which had AD printed on it. Ability Drainer. The bullets don’t drain us like the title, but only hide our abilities which only lasts for an hour. The only guns of which can weaken our abilities. Sometimes they come in tear gas form.
I looked behind me while readying myself to turn another corner into the North wing when another AD bullet flew past me but this time dangerously close. The other guy stopped and positioned his gun and pulled the trigger. I, as the only girl with the ability of both, TM, Thought Manipulator and an OC, Object Controller, who has the brain of a small genius, and the speed of lightning, stopped in my tracks as well and before the AD bullet had a chance of making contact with any of my body, I waved my hand, sending the bullet straight into the wall. I had no option other than to use OC to get away, the halls were too loud for the sound of my voice to be heard. I grab all matter into my hands and just like a bomb, I push my arms outward while releasing that energy, smacking it into them. Their bodies flew back into the wall, then onto the ground where they started bleeding from their skulls. Blood was imprinted on the walls where they first had made an impact
The Phenomenal Armor, at the time, where now on default which is why the guards were overdressed. PA Armor was also made to keep a person safe from the use of our abilities. At this point, I’m still aware that the TP is still open, or at least I hoped.
The intercom screeches above, drowning the noise of the alarm. Once the speaker comes to its senses, a familiar man’s voice booms from it. “The Immense SH Soldier Female OCTP is attempting an escape. Now heading in the direction of hall N2.”
Without hesitation, I turn back and head down hall N2. I run and keep running, only to get stopped midway as a hand full of guards come pouring in from the other end of my destination. Behind those group of bulky men was the TP room. The only room of which could help me break out of this place. Chances are that the teleporter was still set to the stage of where we last came in earlier.
“Hold your hands out or we will have to take you by force,” the commander of the group shouted, loud enough for me to hear his masculine voice. I part my legs, hold my hands out, and raise my head, smiling. AD bullets are being shot but were caught by my imaginary wall. At least 84 AD’s were floating in mid-air before the guards eventually ran out and all gaze at me, shocked.
The commander talks into his hand-sized radio, warning them of their empty magazines and my actions. Some drop their guns and slowly with their hands out in surrender, get on their knees while the other half still keep their guns close, their eyes never leaving mine. But as an Immense SH Soldier trained for World War 3, I don’t take mercy as an option. I use my hands to turn the needle inbuilt, AD bullets, facing them. With no time to waste, the bullets strike each and every guard even hitting the ones who have just arrived. They all go down screaming and some groaning while pounding on the cold ground. Most were brain dead, laying spread out. I use this time and trail my way past the beaten-down guards and into the TP room.