Judgement 8 (Subject Alpha #1)
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Authors: D H Sidebottom
JUDGEMENT 8
SUBJECT ALPHA
Copyright © 2014 D.H Sidebottom
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without written permission of the Author.
This book is the work of fiction any resemblance to any person alive or dead is purely coincidental. The characters and story are created from the Author’s imagination.
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This one’s for the most amazing and loyal friends,
Vickie, Michelle, Nikki, Ker and Kelly
I love you ladies, you’re my sanity
♡
THE EDGES WERE BLURRING, the white at the corners of my eyes closing in. My heart beat too fast, the thud in my chest crippling me as I struggled to breathe.
My skin was over-sensitive, the static in the air pulsing around me, the glow almost blinding.
“She’s going into shock!”
I tried to open my eyes, tell them I was good, but the heaviness drawing my lids closed refused my order. Attempting to shake my head when I felt a prick at my skin I whimpered, shivering at the cold rush of fluid through my veins.
“Call Janice. Tell her the data won’t process. She’s blocking us.”
My lips were numb, frozen together under the flurry of ice racing through my system. My whole body felt alive, over-stimulated and pulsing with energy. The rush made me dizzy but strangely euphoric.
“Elina. Elina, can you hear me?”
Another sharp scratch at my skin poured liquid fire through me, the heat burrowing deep into my nerve endings and firing shots of lava into my muscles, solidifying my blood until it felt like thick sludge, squeezing my arteries wider, fortifying me from the inside.
I gasped for air, my fists clenching with the agony tearing through me. Something snapped and a sound whooshed by my ears. My body surged forward, my fingers clenching with a need, a craving to destroy and massacre the only thing I could concentrate on, the urge too powerful to defy.
“Fuck!” someone shouted, penetrating the haze in my head. “Lock us down!”
Red lights flared behind my eyelids, a siren pierced my brain; its vibration invigorated my senses. My eyes snapped open.
His face reddened, my fingers around his throat making his eyes bulge. I couldn’t stop the screaming inside my brain. The pain was excruciating, bringing with it a violent need to vomit.
“Elina!”
There were several of them. Each white coat drawing nearer, each of their hands in front of them trying to placate my wrath.
That was when the buzzing started, the high pitched wail in my skull.
And that was when every single bulb in the room exploded, plunging me into darkness.
I COULDN’T SEE FOR the sweat dripping into my eyes, the salt in my perspiration stinging and causing me to rub furiously at them. The explosion of each streetlight I passed plunging me further into the darkness wasn’t helping either, although I was glad something was going in my favour.
Steam burst from my mouth, the cold of the night unable to penetrate my body as each frantic pant dispersed the heat from inside me. I wasn’t concerned. There was enough fire inside me to last a few more winters. It then occurred to me I might not even make it through this winter.
I dared to look behind me, wincing at the thud of my bare feet on the hard concrete; each slam of my foot ricocheted a dull throb through my head. I could make out their silhouettes in the distance, only a hundred or so feet behind. They weaved through a crowd of drunken revellers, shouts arising when they pushed people aside to reduce the distance between them and me.
My chest hurt, my lungs burning as they tried to keep up with me. Every single muscle in my legs pulled, cramp restricting my speed.
Turning a corner, I found myself on a long street filled with people, many of them singing and swaying, some leaning into the gutter to discard the alcohol in their systems so they could start again; a select few stood watching the ones puking while stuffing burgers and fries into their greedy mouths.
Neon signs lit various pubs and clubs, flashing lights in the windows announcing the latest deals on each different beverage, or publicising an upcoming band playing soon.
A woman was spinning around one of the lampposts, flashing her bright pink knickers to the street as her friends egged her on. A small scream resonated from her when I rushed past, my proximity blowing the light and showering her with splinters of glass.
I didn’t stop. I manoeuvred around them, skipping left and right to try and move through them. Many tried to grab me, singing and attempting to get me to join them but I pushed them off, shaking my head and glaring at them.
The buzz started again, my brain vibrating under the torrent of need that soared through my veins. I hated it, detested what my body craved. I’d never hurt anyone in my life, yet now all I wanted was death and destruction, a basic instinct to create pain.
What the hell was happening to me?
Glancing back I could still see them, their black clothing doing nothing to disguise their wide figures. They were both huge, two of Janice’s biggest and toughest men. A vison of Dr Tracey flooded my mind, my body weeping as his dead eyes stared up at me. I hadn’t done that to him. I refused to believe I had hurt him . . . killed him.