Not Part of the Plan (Monday 2nd April)
The alarm pierced through the night, the silence shattered into a thousand pieces. The government agent suddenly sat up straighter at the sound, his body tensing automatically. He knew alarms, he’d been trained not to set them off, and the acute differences between various ones. Something was seriously wrong, but what the young man was yet to discover. Seemingly calmly, he closed the laptop, where he’d been working on a short essay for a part time college course he’d recently applied for. His fingers lingered on it’s lid for the briefest second. He was loathed to leave it, a precious commodity. But instinct and common sense knew that it was replaceable. And there was something in this building far more precious that wasn’t.
His late night workings, so common for him, meant he was one of the few people probably fully clothed. He didn’t even grab his jacket as he left the room, heading towards the girl’s dormitories. Since arriving at the institute just over a week previously, he and Hannah had had a fall out. And how stupid it had been! About a night out that he regretted ever arguing with his childhood friend about. And he had been too proud and too ashamed to admit his own mistake to her. He had to get to her. Had to make sure she would be safe. Because he did know that alarm, or at least the essence. And it screamed danger, that something was far from right and it was nothing so simple as a fire.
“Wes!” As the smaller suddenly rounded the corner into him, instinctively an arm looped around her to steady her as he also steadied himself. He looked down at the girl, her head resting into his chest as her arms clung to him. She was scared, she must have been looking for him. ”It’s okay Hannah. Let’s get out of here. It’s probably a fire alarm right?”[/i] Thank god she was safe. Gently, like a brother comforting his sister he stroked her hair before gently unclasping her arms and taking her hand, leading her gently through the corridors. He was alert though, looking around each corner, expect the danger he knew would find them eventually. He just hoped it would be after he could find somewhere safe for Hannah. He was wrong.
He’d seen them before his younger friend, who he pushed behind him as they rushed around the corner, slowing with smirks when they saw him and Hannah. His hand moved instinctively to his side, before remembering that the gun he disliked so much but so needed now was still sitting in Mr Summer’s office. Wes frowned, glancing back at his friend, already allowing his signature quicksilver coat him already. ”Get out of here Hannah… I’ll keep these guys distracted. I’ll meet you outside. I don’t know what’s going on, but hide in the woods. I’ll find you” He kept his voice low, so the others wouldn’t here his plan. He turned to give her a quick, firm hug, before vanishing completely, turning to face the aggressors. ”No!” He knew she was upset. He understood. But he had to make her leave. Gently but firmly he pushed at her shoulder, forcing her a couple of steps. ”Go now Hannah!” He said, relief coming only when he heard her bare feet slamming against the floor as she raced off. Now he could concentrate on this danger.
The invisibility mutant smirked slightly, before frowning. With Hannah gone, there was noone to indicate where he was either. Which gave him the upper hand. And he was trained in hand to hand combat just as well as with a weapon. The only difference was that here it wasn’t a mission or a training session. This was a true threat to him and one of his dearest friends. And he wouldn’t let that happen. These two, surprised about this vanishing mutant, for he was nowhere on any information they’d had before, were surprisingly easy to take out, distracting them long enough. Wes wasn’t inhumanely strong, but his touch was a shocking cold, adding an extra punch to his strikes. But it was only a brief advantage. It wouldn’t take long till someone saw what was going on, found away around it.
Still, the young man managed to get away from those two aggressors, heading down one of the corridors. He’d promised Hannah he’d find her. So now he had to find a way out himself. He didn’t know the corridors well, but managed to keep clear of much more trouble, till out of seemingly nowhere, a fist connected with his shoulder, doing only enough to throw him off balance. Someone had managed to follow him. How he wasn’t sure, he didn’t care. Although Wes had, in the past, managed an hour and a half at holding his invisibility, that had been a one off, in one of his last training sessions. It had been maybe twenty minutes already, and he could feel it calling up his reserves. He shook his head, gathering himself again. But his unsteady footfall had given him away and the next thing he knew was that a fist connected squarely with his jaw before he could react. His hands came up to defend himself, managing to get a few blows in before he ended up on the floor, and he could hear the soft shattering of the quicksilver in his eardrums as the coating came off, revealing the young man lying on the floor, blood trickling down his nose, panting. A cry escaped him as a boot connected with his abdomen, causing him to curl up. A laugh escaped his attacker, who grasped the back of his neck, dragging him up to his feet, pushing him along the corridor till they came to an area which was being rummaged through. Wes struggled only to be kicked in the back of the knee, causing the agent to take a harsh breath in. The pain stopped him following the conversation, but clearly whoever held him was not happy. And he was forced to stand there a little longer before he was thrown into a room, left lying there when the door slammed closed.
He was drained, but angered. His hand lifted to his nose, feeling the trickle of blood and frowning. Wincing, he pushed himself up, limping. They’d hurt, but not damaged his knee thankfully. He hobbled to the window, trying it only to find it secured, the room was empty, and he could hear voices outside. It was a situation Wes hadn’t imagined himself in when he’d forged his way here. ”@#%$” He cursed faintly, letting himself slide to the floor. His eyes lowered to the tattoo on his wrist, watching as a small red line slowly faded back to green as he sat there panting. Eyes lifted once more, glaring at the door helplessly. He had to get out of here, and part of he screamed to go to the door, take on all the dangers. But he knew better. He knew he could never take them on. So angrily he was forced to wait, to satisfy himself that Hannah should get out safely. He just hoped she found somewhere to go. ”And I’m not even part of this school” He muttered uselessly.
Hannah: In this world we're forced to make choices everyday. We don't always know the consequences. But it's how we react to them which makes us who we are
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