Page 15 of Anarchy Chained: Alpha Thomas

But now we know who’s up there. You. You’re up there. Holding me close. Keeping me safe. Making me the monster I was meant to be.

Hello, you.

Did you miss me?

The last dose of drug has now flowed through my whole body. It’s been absorbed by the muscles and that’s it, people.

Time to go.

The gathering is not something I like to describe. It’s a contraction of my whole body. I seize up on the table. My back arching. My hands pinned to my sides with straps. My legs bound to the table.

My mouth opens, but I don’t scream. Not with my voice, anyway.

I scream with my mind.

Imagine throwing a pebble into a puddle. Imagine those harmless little circles that radiate out, getting bigger and bigger and bigger the farther away they travel.

You want to be far away from me right now, take my word on that. Because the mental scream that comes out of my mind is a force of nature.

People fly backwards in front of the supersonic shock wave. The wind that comes from the explosion blows past them, taking everything around me with it.

Walls disappear. Windows shatter.

And then there is silence and I’m alone.

I’m free. At least from the restraints holding me down on this table. But I retreat back into my head.

You’re back now, right? This is what you wanted. This was your plan all along.

So fuck you. I don’t wanna be in control anymore. Just fuck you. Take over then. I don’t care.

“What the… fuck?”

I open my eyes and see a girl. Dark hair, olive skin, unknown color eyes. About five nine. Maybe five ten. She’s wearing a uniform but that’s not the part that bothers me.

What bothers me is she’s still standing.

I sit up, the useless bindings falling away from my body. “Who the fuck are you?”

She squints at me. Frowns. Looks down at the floor. Then behind her. Yasmine’s body is visible, but she’s underneath one of her team members. Looking lifeless.

The dark chick shakes her head, then opens her eyes wide, like she’s clearing her vision.

Amber, I see. Her eyes are amber.

“What the hell was that, Brooks?” She says my name with confidence, but it fades quickly. Her eyes dart back and forth for a few seconds. Not focused on me. Not really. Just like… they’re searching for something they can’t find. “You are Brooks, right?”

I swing my legs over the side of the table and step down. My feet are bare, and there’s shards of glass and metal everywhere. It crunches under my soles. I ignore it, but the girl winces for me.

“Yes,” I say, straightening up. She’s kinda pretty. I might want to make a good impression. “Thomas Brooks. Who, might I ask, are you?”

“Did you…” She looks around again. Very confused, this one. “Did you just explode?”

“No,” I say, patting down my chest, just to make sure. That’s when I notice the IV needle sticking out of my arm. I give it a tug and throw it aside. “I seem fine.”

“What was that? This whole place is… gone!”

“Oh,” I say, noticing the side of the building is missing. Car alarms are going off outside. “Well, shit. They just got this building up and now look what I’ve done.” I smile as I take my attention back to the pretty female. “Do you have a name?”