They never saw them arrive, too distracted by the confrontation between Clark and her father. Emma was still shaking from the ordeal. She thought Clark might actually hurt her dad. She had never seen the mortal so angry, it was like watching a rabid animal. Suddenly all those tales about him being a part of a group who hunted mages felt true. It was scary.

They made sure the coast was clear before approaching the thick metal door to the cell. Kamau took the lead as they opened it carefully. Fagan had been arrogant enough to leave it unlocked. The door swung open and they peered inside the dark padded room to find Sam was curled up on the floor in chains. Alex instinctively went to aid him, but Kamau held his arm out and pointed to the markings forming a circle around the slumbering young man. She muttered a curse when she saw t

“I beg your pardon?” Valerius replied.

The survivors began arguing over what to do the moment they heard about the imminent Death-Hunter attack. “We have to leave the area” Holloway said.

It took him a while to wake up. The blow to the back of his head left him with quite the concussion. As a result his ears were ringing when he opened his eyes and found himself in a dark room with padded walls. Shade groaned and sat up, shaking the disorientation as he came back to consciousness.

“Run” Shade whispered.

“So you’ve encountered ghouls like them before?”

The hours of the day ticked by slowly, like there was an invisible clock hanging over everyone’s heads as they went about their self-assigned duties. Luke sat on a crate hunkered over the metal case holding the deadly artefact the mages were after, with the elderly Spell-Caster nearby assisting him in passing tools from his rollout kit. He’d been fiddling with the mechanism for the lock, seeing if he could bypass the code sequencer and get it open.

The fire crackled as Kaleb’s eyes opened. He shivered from the chill, his uniform damp from condensation. He shifted on the uneven ground, groaning in discomfort. What he wouldn’t give to be back on his soft feather mattress in his cosy luxurious room. Men of his standing shouldn’t have to suffer such indignities.

Emma’s heart stopped beating when she stared at the empty space where Shade was supposed to be. She dropped the bag she was carrying and rushed over only to find her jacket. “Shade?” she cried, scanning the room in front of her, her mind racing. Oh no, what if those things got him? She thought. She looked up at the door across the room, the only other exit. She leapt to her feet and ran towards it, grasping the handle frantically. But she found it was still locked, exactly a

Emma felt her head droop before her eyes snapped open again. She swore she was only resting her eyes, but one look outside said she must’ve dozed off. It was brighter through the filthy glass and she was able to see the hole in the ceiling and the debris beneath it. It was daylight, morning. How long had she been here? All night? How long have I been asleep?

The General clenched his fist as he contained his fury, looking down at the woman’s body with disdain. Foolish woman he thought as she laid spread out over the floor, blood over her lab coat and top from the gunshot wound to the torso. Her glasses lay smashed beside her, her eyes staring back at him blankly. He turned away from her and left her to rot in this dark corridor she chose to throw everything away in, his men flanking him with flashlights.

The light blistered Emma’s eyes as she found herself once more running through the field, the grass tickling her bare feet as her arms stretched out wide brushing the flowers either side of her. Her dress billowed around her knees and her brown hair flowed behind her as she ran, her childlike voice laughing as the sun touched her face. She ran up to the tall figure waiting for her, her beautiful face obscured by the glare of the sun in her eyes. She jumped into the woman’s ar

The darkness was thicker inside the forest, obscuring Scarlett’s path as she sprinted blindly through the trees and bushes. Whatever magic that was allowing her to see in the dark wasn’t working, either because of her fear or stress or just overall lack of control. As a compensation her skin was glowing instead, but she was fighting hard to keep that from happening. As much as she wanted to light her way, she couldn’t risk it.

Scarlett hide behind the shelves, keeping as low as she could while also watching the Doctor as she was surrounded by soldiers. She stayed in the shadows as the cones of light scanned the room, penetrating the gloom illuminating the soldier’s faces as they stormed in. she recognised Travis standing by one of the hallways, his narrow eyes glaring at Doctor Yui through his glasses. She also saw Commander Midas, who marched forward with a handgun in his hand, stepping up to the

Doctor Yui breathed heavily as she huddled over the gurney, organising the medical supplies they had salvaged from the cargo plane and putting them into a satchel. She felt the eyes of her guards watching her as she examined them, checking for contamination or breakages. After an hour she was finished, satisfied most of their medicine was viable. “It’s all there” she said, speaking in her native language. Even after six years in a bunker, she never felt the need to learn Engl

Ferndale waited outside the council chamber with baited breath, adjusting his robes methodically.

Emma stumbled over as she touched down in the middle of a pile of crates, the sensation of warping through space making her nauseous. She held back the urge to throw up as she tripped over her feet and landed on the cold metal floor with a thud.