Event 5

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I look in front of me as the Doctor lays on the ground.
What a fucking nuisance.
Punching him felt good, but now it feels like I've broken my hand.
Ow.
As I take a look at my right hand I'm reminded of sorry past.
Scars lay bare and naked on my arm.
So many.
Never had the courage to go up to the wrist.
I wonder why I even gave myself these.
It's been so long that I don't even remember why I did it.
I keep breathing in and out.
Those last few punches I gave him took everything from me.
I still need his fingerprints.
I wonder how a Fleeting Linker works if the person that's pressing on it is unconscious.
It might be more troublesome than I initially thought.
I'd look it up on his terminal but who knows if these stations are monitored or not?
I'll try it anyway.
He's still on the ground.
It seems like his breathing is still regular.
Nice little nap eh?
I take his left arm and position his index finger on the Fleeting Linker.
Shortly thereafter the system authenticates him but the door doesn't open.
It's probably because he isn't transmitting an intention to it.
If I take his finger off now It's probably going to reset the procedure.
Hmmmm....
As I was trying to find a way to open up the door, it does so itself.
 (SAM) "Thank you?"
I say as I look at him.
He seems way too content to be sleeping on someone else's dime.
I waste no other time in pleasantries, heading outside the cell.
My feet graze the floor outside the cell, which is really cold for some reason.
It may be because I'm barefoot but I didn't think that they'd invest money into making the ground cooler.
It just seems dumb to me.
After this short, but intense back and forth with myself I start to look around me.
An endlessly long hallway on both sides, with an extremely tall ceiling.
No windows or benches, very sparse lighting.
Wow.
If I didn't have such a big headache I would probably appreciate it more, but alas I'm bound by my head deciding to explode.
It looks insanely cool though, the original architect clearly knew what they were doing.
After appreciating the hallway some more I decide to step right in the middle of it.
My steps echo all throughout it, like I'm in a gigantic empty desolate space.
A shiver runs down my spine.
Man this floor is cold.
It looks like marble, all of the floor has multiple different accents of it in a way that resembles a huge block being cut out for this floor exclusively, and not many different pieces glued together.
This itself must have cost a lot.
I don't really fuck with rich extravaganza just for the sake of it, but this has a certain charm to it I must say.
Enough fucking around, I really need to get going.
I decide to head right, as it is the shorter distance from my options and there's an elevator at the end of the hallway.
The left only seemed to drag along endless other cells, and I don't have the time to be thinking about anyone else that isn't me right now.
Still, I can honor those inside by taking a look at the cells on the right side of the hallway.
EP6849086 - EXPIRED.
AS5984345 - EXPIRED, WAITING FOR TRANSPORT.
PV6902374 - EXPIRED, WAITING FOR TRANSPORT.
And many others, labeled in the same way.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I can't do anything for you guys, even those that are still alive.
Fuck.
I bite my lip and I press forward.
It seems like I'm approaching a guard booth of some sort.
The light inside is on, but it doesn't seem like there is any activity going on.
No keyboard presses, no hushed sighs no nothing.
I'll crawl just to be sure.
Who know what would happen if there was some giant lug inside, waiting to split my meager body in two.
I successfully crawl to the other side of the guard booth, but something is off.
Something is so off that my curiosity eats me alive and I decide to look back inside the booth itself.
As I approach it slowly the silhouette of the guard starts to enter my field of view.
He's...
Asleep on his chair.
I was about to have a fucking heart attack while this guy is taking a good ol nap on that uncomfortable ass chair!
I take another look at my hands, I'm trembling.
My heart's about to burst.
I turn my gaze towards the elevator.
For some reason I thought that it made sound, but it probably didn't?
Probably.
I decide to not overextend my welcome at the guard booth and to head to the elevator.
Which also has a Fleeting Linker.
Fucking hell.
These motherfuckers just put these things everywhere.
Like the folks down in the Greater Kion Empire that put mayonnaise on everything they eat.
These things aren't cheap you know?
I have to look for another way.
Well that didn't take so long.
Turning my head 90° I spot a completely white steel door, with a label on the right of it that says "-16".
Am I really on floor -16 here?
Fuck me seamless.
My knees are going to have a fucking field day today aren't they?
As I start making my way towards the white door my field of vision seems to weaken all of a sudden.
Each of my breaths gets heavier and heavier, and it gets harder and harder to think.
I give out.
As I open my eyes again I can't see anything.
Where the fuck am I now?
There is no light in here, only total and all encompassing darkness.
I can only tell that I still have a corporeal body by the huge glow that it has.
Why am I glowing in the dark like some kids toy?
I frantically look for any landmark, any signs of life, anything that could make me understand where I am.
I hear an impossibly loud sound collapse right behind me.
It feels like a damn mountain was just flipped on its head, or something of that degree anyway.
Turning around a bright golden light starts to fill my eyes again.
Oh for fuck's sake not again.
This time around I manage to shut my eyes off before it blinds me into Oblivion.
 (SAM) "You again?"
 (ENTITY) "We. Meet. Once. More. Child."
 (SAM) "Yeah.. Care to enlighten me on what's going on?"
 (ENTITY) "Wait. Let. Me. Take. On. A. More. Proper. Form."
 (SAM) "WAIT-"
Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow.
Fuck me that hurts.
What the fuck.
It really just felt like my head was split into to clean halves.
My brain oozing out of those two halves, all the Cerebrospinal fluid pouring out like a fountain together with blood an whatever the fuck else is inside my brain.
Before I can finish whatever degenerate train of thought I was having something speaks out to me.
As my vision takes a quick restart I can see what's in front of me.
A golden figure, gleaming with blinding light.
He's completely naked, his every muscle laid out in front of me like it's a damn museum.
No cock or balls though.
He doesn't seem to have any.
It's like it was completely cut off but with no visible scars to prove it.
 (SAM) "Owww... Can you do something about my head, please?"
 (ENTITY) "There, the pain should subside now."
Slowly but surely Sam's headache clears out and she finds herself at peace.
 (SAM) "Oh wow! Look at you.. Uhhh..??"
 (ENTITY) "What is it?"
 (SAM) "We've never introduced ourselves have we?"
 (ENTITY) "No we didn't."
 (SAM) "I'm Sam, and you are?"
 (ENTITY) "..."
 (SAM) "What's your name big dawg?"
 (ENTITY) "Let's not get hasty now."
 (SAM) "What do you mean?"
 (ENTITY) "Do I have to remind you that you are in some unknown facility with a very real chance of dying?"
 (SAM) "No I know. I was just wondering why you were being so cryptic."
 (ENTITY) "I'll tell you everything you want to know once we get out of here."
 (SAM) "We?"
 (ENTITY) "Yes, I'm helping you. In case it wasn't clear."
 (SAM) "Why are you doing that?"
 (ENTITY)(exhales briefly) "You ask too many questions you know? I'm not helping you out of the good of my binary heart. My survival depends on your success."
 (SAM) "Me? Really? Please don't ask me to do impossible things."
 (ENTITY) "That depends on you, young lady."
Now... I should be able to unlock her latent capabilities... Let's see here....
A weird tingly feeling makes it's way up and down my neck, down to the nape and back up towards my cerebellum.
 (SAM) "What was that?"
 (ENTITY) "Try clapping your hands young lady, see what happens."
Could it be?
Nah no way.
No way this is happening right now.
My hands are trembling again, not from fear or anxiety but from pure excitement rushing through my veins.
I clap my hands very lightly, terrified of the consequences of this seemingly harmless action
A barely audible zap goes from one hand to the other.
Oh. My. Gods.
What?
How is this happening?
My knees give out once more.
My eyes break out into a sorry sight; a waterfall of tears.
I sob, cry and wail, while the omnipresent figure keeps watching me with a curious eye.
 (SAM)(sobbing) "WAAAAHHHHHH HU HU HU HU."
My sobs breaking into a hiccup fit.
 (SAM)(sobbing) "I'M NOT A FAILURE ANYMORE... FATHER.. I CAN FINALLY DO IT!"
An image of my Father's disappointed face flashes across my mind,
My sobbing continues.
The omnipresent entity crouches down to my position and tries to wipe some of my tears, unsuccessfully so, because there were too many tears and not enough hands to wipe them all.
After a long while of sobbing I finally manage to calm down.
 (ENTITY) "Come on now, we can't dilly dally here forever young lady."
 (SAM)(in between sobs) "Haha, dilly dally? Seriously? How old are you?"
He helps me stand up.
 (ENTITY) "Better now?"
I nod with a half baked smile.
He grabs me by my shoulders and leans in closely.
 (ENTITY) "Listen to me carefully now young lady. Get yourself together! We need to get out of here before they figure us out. I've gifted you my very own ability to create Light the same way I did, you'll learn to use it well eventually."
 (SAM)(in between sniffles) "Yeah."
 (ENTITY) "Right. Let's get you out of here."
He fades away into nothingness and I find myself back on the cold marbled floor.
With my tongue out and my mouth drooling.
So fucking disgusting.
I slowly get up, while i lament about the coldness of the floor.
I approach the seemingly "impossible to open door" of dubious color and I pull.
Unexpectedly enough the door opens with relative ease.
Almost as if it didn't feel like this thing would weight 200 kilograms.
Oh my Gods.
I step foot inside what could only be described a torture room.
Everything is so white.
The stairs are white, the lights are white, the railings on the stairs are white and even the damned walls are white.
I walk up to the extremely white railings, expecting them to be either scorching hot or so cold that my hand glues to the piece of metal.
It's unexpectedly cool, not too cold not too hot, just whatever temperature an iron railing should be.
I still can't get over how fucking white this place is.
The railing doesn't even feel like it has had a coat of paint on it, it just feels white like its the purest essence of the color white.
Wow, my Gods I sound like a fucking race theorist better stop that.
I start walking up the staircase.
It's going to be a loooooong way before I reach the top.
I wonder why you would make an emergency area with these specific colors in mind.
I've just never seen anything like it.
At least the whole space is pretty wide, with tons of space to house tons of people running up and down these stairs.
As I was starting to think of something else a loud sound interrupts my train of thought.
It sounded like a huge steel door slamming shut, and together with it two voices also reach my ears.
 (GUARD) "So... What's going on with your sector?"
 (RICHARD) "Oh you know, same old."
 (GUARD) "I've heard that many subjects have expired recently."
 (RICHARD) "Yeah, the higherups are giving me a lot of shit for it. It's been happening so much that only one of our test subjects is still stable enough to withstand any procedures.
 (GUARD) "That same one that gave you trouble a few months back?"
 (RICHARD) "Yeah that one."
They both pause for a moment.
 (RICHARD) "I shouldn't even be telling you any of this you know?"
 (GUARD) "Oh come on Rick we've been friends for a life time don't do me like that!"
 (RICHARD) "I'll have you know that we're both bound by very strict NDAs and that we shouldn't really be talking about any of this."
 (RICHARD) "Come onnnn... It's whatever right? The next batch of test subjects is coming in soon right?"
 (RICHARD) "How did you even.. Ah whatever. Yes they're coming in 2 days."
Their steps are getting closer and closer.
They're so close I can almost smell them.
Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Out of sheer panic I decide to retreat to a floor under the one I was before. Quietly.
Fortunately enough they don't seem to be aware of my presence
The guard and the researcher's destination was exactly one floor above mine.
 (GUARD) "Well, time to get to work. I'll see you later."
 (RICHARD) "Can't wait to finish with this shit, later Nick."
With that the door slams shut, echoing throughout the whole staircase.
Back to the trembling.
Fuck!
Just stop fucking s-s-shaking for one second.
They're fucking gone, went through that fucking door and they're PROBABLY not coming back.
I breathe in and out for some time and after a bit I can finally manage to go up the stairs again.
I quickly run past the door that those two guys just went in.
After that I can finally manage to calm myself down a bit more.
I keep ascending.
All of these white colors are really starting to tire me off.
My eyes are starting to hurt.
Who in their right mind designs a place like this?
Fuck me.
After a bit of walking I reach another door, with a label that says "EMPLOYEE PARKING".
And it has a Fleeting Linker.
No other door has it, but for some reason this one has it.
Only one way to go then.
I keep ascending.
After what feels like hundreds of years I finally reach the top of the staircase with another label that says "STORAGE".
As I itch to open the door someone interrupts me.
 (ENTITY) "Just so you know. You're probably going to kill a lot of people today. Are you ready for that?"
 (SAM) "Look at ya! You can finally talk to me without making me pass out!"
 (ENTITY) "Were you even listening young lady?"
 (SAM) "I was."
 (ENTITY) "So?"
 (SAM) "What do you expect me to say?"
 (ENTITY) "..."
 (SAM) "I hope it doesn't come to that honestly. People give me way too much trouble on their own, I don't even want to image how much trouble they'd give me if they were dead."
 (ENTITY) "Well... I'm just warning you. Because it's going to get to that."
What the fuck is this guy on?
As if I'd ever kill anyone. Ridiculous.
I grip the door firmly and I push it.
I find myself in a corridor very different from the one that was down below.
This one's ceiling is way lower, and it sports accents of navy blue marble, white marble and black marble.
 (SAM) "Where does one even get blue marble?"
Very weird.
Never in my life I thought that I'd see this color on marble.
Leaving this train of thought behind I keep going.
I eventually find myself into a four way fork, call it an intersection even.
Pressing on forward seemed like the most sensible choice and so off I go.
I keep marching forward until the corridor I'm takes a sharp left.
Wait.
I can hear something.
It sounds like about 4 people coming my way with something else.
Something to put packages on, a grav cart it seems.
Fuck. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Fuck.
I need to back up.
After coming to that conclusion I decide to retreat to the intersection of corridors.
I make the hasty decision to take a right, where I saw a bathroom before.
Entering the women's bathroom I hear someone else in one of the stalls.
She's probably one of the employees.
My heartbeat quickens.
Good thing that she's too busy talking to someone to notice me.
 (SIMONA) "It's like I've told you Rebeecaaaaaaaaa... He's totally into meeeeeee..."
I get into the stall next to her.
 (SIMONA) "Trust me. I know a filthy fucking pig when I see one."
Pig?
She gets out of the stall hastily and starts washing her hands.
 (SIMONA) "He gave me this look today, Ugh you wouldn't know it.. It's like he was just itching to get in there
 you know what I mean?"
Gods.
What did I just stumble upon?
The woman leaves the bathroom, and I'm left to the quiet stillness of my stall.
After about 5 minutes I decide to leave as well.
I don't really need to wash my hands or anything so I leave hastily, before someone else comes.
The coast seems clear, and so I procede uninterrupted.
Returning back to the intersection of corridors I procedere where I previously had to back off.
The occupied corridor seems clear and I decide to press forward.
I keep walking for a bit down the endless hallway until a weird sound starts filling my ears.
An alarm.
A really loud one.
Before I know it there's five guards pointing their rifles at me.
Behind them stands the Researcher? Doctor? I don't even know at this point, that was talking with the guard before.
 (RICHARD AVMATI) "Would you look at THAT?!"
 (SAM) "..."
 (RICHARD AVMATI) "Well?"
 (SAM) "..."
 (RICHARD AVMATI) "I don't remember removing your tongue during our procedures SK9752310."
 (SAM) "..."
 (RICHARD AVMATI) "Hehe."
 (ENTITY) "Either you do something or you're going back to that cell."
 (SAM)(quietly) "Yeah I know."
 (RICHARD AVMATI)(shouting) "What was that?"
 (SAM) "..."
 (RICHARD AVMATI) "If you're not going to cooperate things are going to get rough, you're aware of that yes?"
 (SAM) "..."
 (RICHARD AVMATI)(sighs) "Guards take her away."
 (ENTITY) "Well I'll be damned. I guess you're going back into a cell then."
The guards start walking towards me.
I take a deep breath.
I'm not afraid.
I'm not afraid.
I'm not afraid.
I strike together my hands right in front of me, with force that would be able to shatter buildings.
The guards stop their march and take their rifles up, aiming them at me.
They remove their safety and are ready to shoot me.
 (RICHARD) "Put your fucking weapon down you idio-"
Before he can finish the sentence I take apart my hands slowly.
In the gap between them seats a huge electricity streak.
The sound of high voltage electricity fills the room quickly.
Well huge for someone that hasn't made one at least.
I'm sure that most Leohtsawends could make easy work of this one.
I play with it a bit.
I Move it from one hand to the other.
The guards the other guy watch me bewildered as I do this.
Their rifles come back up, aiming for my head.
I'm well aware of this.
They're so slow though.
One of them is still raising their rifle.
I'll test it out on him.
With a bit of hesitation I throw the streak in his general direction.
He doesn't even have time to react.
Poor fucker.
He gets hit with the full force of the streak.
His lifeless corpse falls to the ground.
The other guard is visibly shook and can't believe his eyes.
Not for long.
I clap my hands again and send another streak towards his way before he can react.
Just three left.
Another one of the guards starts raising her ArterianArms branded rifle to my face.
The researcher chimes in.
 (RICHARD AVMATI)(shouting) "Put your weapon down you moron! WE NEED HER ALIVE!"
I take note of this and I clap my hands once more.
I send the streak towards the guard that's pointing her rifle at me.
She's too busy listening to her boss to notice the streak coming her way.
The researcher and the last guard start running for their lives.
I give chase.
Unfortunately for me my legs are yet to wake up properly so I'm quite a bit slower than them.
I can hear a fuzzy voice talking inside my head again.
 (ENTITY) "Slow down."
 (SAM)(while running) "Huh? Why?"
 (ENTITY) "He may have more guards with him."
 (SAM) "And?"
 (ENTITY)"..."
 (ENTITY)(sighs) "How can you be angry and terrified at the same time?"
 (SAM) "How'd you figure?"
 (ENTITY)(annoyed) "I can feel it... Unfortunately."
 (SAM) "Must be hard for you then."
 (ENTITY) "..."
 (SAM) "Hey who told you to go quiet?"
 (ENTITY)(sighs) "Ah so be it. Just don't do anything too reckless."
I keep chasing them.
After turning a couple of times I can finally see them at the end of the hallway.
There's an elevator and it looks like the researcher is going in, while the guard is taking a left once more.
I can't really hear whatever they're saying but I can make out what they're saying by the movement of their lips.
The researcher says to his buddy to not get himself killed.
And...
I can't make out what his friend said.
A pity.
It looks like I'll never know for certain.
I turn left, same as the guard did.
Another endlessly long hallway.
I keep sprinting after the guard, who it seems like has infinite stamina.
That or some fancy leg implants.
I keep chasing him.
Suddenly a door that is quite distant relative to my position closes.
It looks like an emergency door.
I slow down as I get closer to it.
There are no controls for it, no buttons to unlock no anything.
Fucking.
FUCK.
 (SAM)(shouting) "Ugh, MOTHERFUCKER!"
I kick the door with my right foot.
 (ENTITY) "You need to calm down."
 (SAM)(shouting) "CALM DOWN? THEY FUCKING SHOT ME AND YOU'RE TELLING *ME* TO CALM DOWN?"
 (ENTITY) "..."
 (SAM)(still shouting) "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK."
I squat down to my knees.
This fuck ass piece of "brand new technology".
Right behind my head.
I want to rip it out so bad.
Just get the fuck off my head, bitch.
Who gave you the permission to be put there huh?!
It certainly wasn't fucking me.
Images of the guard's bodies flash across my mind as I shake my head intensely.
The back of my head gets itchier and itchier.
I'm going to fucking rip this piece of shit out.
Instead I grip my head so tightly that for a second it almost feels like my brain is going to pop out of my eyes.
 (ENTITY) "Don't."
 (SAM)(panting and scratching the back of her head) "Don't what? Urgh!"
 (ENTITY) "You'd die on the spot."
 (SAM)(shouting) "I DON'T CARE!"
 (ENTITY) "Yes I'm sure that you don't care but you'd do best to die later."
 (SAM) "Oh is that how it is?? You just want to use me for your selfish needs and then you're going to cast me away? "
 (ENTITY) "..."
 (SAM) "Say something!"
 (ENTITY) "You would die a ugly death in this place. I'd much rather you live a long and peaceful life."
 (SAM)(scoffs) "Oh I'm sure your omnipotent ass cares whether or not I have a ugly death or not."
 (ENTITY) "I assure you I'm not as indifferent to death as you think."
Get this fucking asshole out of my head.
I'm going to fucking puke.
Please.
It's not vomit that comes out of me but tears.
Once again, and a lot of them too.
 (SAM)(while sobbing) "This.. Is all... Your fault... *sniffles*"
 (ENTITY) "You know that's not true."
 (SAM)(still sobbing) "Yes. It is."
 (ENTITY) "If it weren't for me you'd still be rotting in that cell, so you can at least try to be grateful."
 (SAM)(sobbing) "Why did you make me kill all those people?"
 (ENTITY) "I didn't make you kill anyone. You did that all yourself."
 (SAM)(sobbing) "Heh... You're a piece of shit."
 (ENTITY) "Well this piece of shit is the only one that was willing to help you."
 (SAM) "..."
 (ENTITY) "Get up."
My body responds without my consent.
 (SAM) "Huh? What are you doing? STOP!"
 (ENTITY) "I'm going to have to take over for a bit. Don't take it too hard."
 (SAM)(shouting) "NO STOP WHAT ARE YOU DOING??? STOP DON'T DO THIS TO ME!"
 (ENTITY) "I'm afraid I have to if we want to survive."
 (SAM)(shouting) "WHAT?? NO STOP!"
 (ENTITY) "Hush now young lady. Let me do my job."
Suddenly, Sam stops screaming and all of her motions come to a halt.
Her hands fall on the ground and she starts staring at the ceiling with an empty look in her eyes.
Soon enough her body regains all it's lost motion but someone else is in control.
 (ENTITY) "What a frail body, I have to be careful or I'll break it."
Or at least it felt frail to him, he liked to think that his original body was quite strong.
Whatever is in control now feels her body around, looks at her hands and does some light stretching.
 (ENTITY) "Right. Let's get to work."
Sam's controlled body grips the door right in front of her with staggering force.
One that a person that's been in Stasis for months shouldn't have.
Her gripping force was so strong that she slowly starts to open it.
Alarms starts to activate with their loud buzzing.
Apparently the security system had a special feature delegated for the over pressuring of the mechanical system of the sliding doors.
For such a thing to happen a precedent of this magnitude must have happened in the past.
What kind of monster would've been able to force these heavy doors open?
Would it be a fully organic monster or a fully mechanical one or an hybrid?!
Or maybe it was a default security feature of the doors.
Who knows?
 (ENTITY) "Ugh. I'm even starting to think like her."
As Sam's body applies more force to the door veins start to pop up on her arms and legs.
It creaks loudly and after enough force is applied, the door swings wide open.
The alarm keeps blaring and buzzing with it's loud noise and blinding colors.
The buzzing is so loud.
The light is blinding.
So loud.
So loud that it starts to irritate Sam's binary interlocutor.
 (ENTITY) "Tsk. How annoying."
The one controlling Sam's body decides that he had enough of the loud buzzing and the blaring lights, so he quickly points a finger at it
and lets out a streak of electricity.
The streak hits the alarm bulb.
The loud buzzing stops and the light goes off.
 (ENTITY) "Ah now that's better."
Sam's body keeps walking through the empty hallway.
Her empty footsteps keep echoing in the corridor.
Until she comes across a wide opening.
For a lobby of a huge corporation it was sure dark and very uninviting.
The ceiling of the lobby was strangely tall.
Taller than any ceiling that the interlocutor had ever seen.
The ceiling ends like a three dimensional triangle, a pyramid even.
This didn't really make sense to the interlocutor as he knew that the building was hundreds of meters in height, possibly thousands so having a ceiling being this tall was a very expensive waste of space.
The interlocutor decides to dismiss this pointless train of thought and carries on to complete his task.
Sam's body keeps moving until it reaches the receptionist's desk.
The interlocutor brushes Sam's hand on the desk, it has a smooth marble texture like everything else in this building.
Unremarkably enough the position was currently empty.
The various receptionists that sat at that long marble desk were probably evacuated with Sam's interlocutor's impending arrival.
There lay several papers on the desk, most of them order invoices for a wide selection of items.
One of them was under an "unspecified" category, which was also the biggest in number and the supplier being a series of prisons and...
The Compendium of Light?
Now he understood Sam's circumstances a tiny bit better.
The interlocutor came to the pretty obvious conclusion that it was the test subjects that were due to arrive in two days time.
Oddly enough the order invoice said that the order was "expedited" and that the delivery date was due for today.
As the interlocutor was mellowing around with the papers on the desk a bright light engulfs Sam's body.
 (GUARD'S LEADER)(shouting) "SK9752310 TURN AROUND SLOWLY, RAISE YOUR HANDS AND PUT THEM BEHIND YOUR HEAD."
Sam's body slowly starts turning around.
The interlocutor was curious after all.
How many people would he have to kill to get this body out of this situation safe and sound?
His excitement was palpable, how many would it be?
The interlocutor fully turns around.
He counts them all in Sam's head.
 (ENTITY) "100."
One hundred guards pointing their guns at Sam's body and yet the interlocutor does not feel a thing.
It could be said that the interlocutor feels no such thing as emotions due to him being digitalized but in reality he chose to suppress them in this instance.
It was something that needed to be done, and he didn't want to feel any regret whatsoever from this situation.
After all, he didn't ask to be digitalized.
 (ENTITY) "That's quite enough, thank you."
He decided that he didn't want to think about those sorrowful things.
The interlocutor had a job to do.
He had already decided that he would explain himself once they got out of this pickle.
 (GUARD'S LEADER)(shouting) "PUT YOUR FUCKING HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEAD. NOW. I'M NOT GONNA ASK AGAIN."
 (ENTITY) "How many of you want to die today?"
The Guard's leader looks at Sam's body perplexed.
 (GUARD'S LEADER) "Isn't she supposed to be a woman?"
 (GUARD #1)(while looking at subject's clinical sheet) "Yes Sir. Well... It says so right here."
 (GUARD #2) "Sir I don't like this one bit."
 (GUARD'S LEADER)(shouting) "No one's dying today if you cooperate!"
 (ENTITY) "..."
Sam's interlocutor separates his hands as far apart as he can.
He then points his palms up so that they are facing the ceiling.
Effectively putting Sam's body in a sort of T-pose.
He sits still for about two seconds and then two huge streaks of electricity appear from his up-facing palms.
Sam's hair rises up just like it does when one scrubs a balloon on their head.
The streaks are sitting in a vertical fashion for about 3 meters in height.
The interlocutor gives the Guard's Leader a slight smirk.
Sam's hands go from being held horizontally while pointing upwards to being struck together right above her head.
Her arms along with her hands travel 90 degrees striking them with incredible force.
Sam's hands are sitting right above her head.
The streaks of lightning are temporarily gone, but the energy is all still there.
The interlocutor slowly puts Sam's arms and hands in front of her chest.
Sam's body is starting to struggle while holding all of the energy and so the interlocutor decides that he would release her hands shortly.
The result is a 6 meter long lighting streak hitting the front side of the guards defense line at about 61 kilometers per second.
The streak hits its intended target slaughtering the first line of defense and it also disables the lights that they were pointing towards Sam temporarily.
Sub sequentially the remaining guards start firing their guns towards Sam's interlocutor, which promptly takes cover behind the receptionist's desk.
Papers go flying and the surrounding walls are hit by bullets of various calibers.
 (GUARD'S LEADER)(shouting while firing) "CALL IN THE TOSRIG POLICE FORCES AND THE DEFENCE DEPARTMENT! NOW!"
 (GUARD #2)(shouting) "JIM IS DEAD SIR!"
 (GUARD'S LEADER) "IF YOU DON'T WANNA DIE TOO MAKE SURE YOU CALL THOSE LAZY FUCKERS!"
 (GUARD #2) "YES SIR!"
Fortunately enough for Sam and her Interlocutor the light submachine guns and semi-automatic rifles that the guards were using weren't enough to penetrate the marble that the desk was made out of.
 (ENTITY) "Well this complicates things a little."
The guards keep firing as to make Sam's interlocutor not move from his position.
That meant that the interlocutor was basically stuck for the time being, considering this he decides that he'd wait until the guards reloaded or ran out of ammo.
Since they all started firing together this was the most logical course that he could take.
Now together with the shooting a new sound is mixed in, police sirens.
The sirens accompany some 20 trucks of men from the Tosrig Police Force and a smaller force of the Tosrig Defense Department that were there to assist the High Oceans Corporation's guards.
Finally some of the guards cease with their suppressing fire and the interlocutor sees an opportunity.
He quickly creates a series of lightening streaks right above Sam's head by clapping her hands in the same way that he did before.
This generates 7 streaks of lighting each 1.5 meters long.
Without hesitation the interlocutor flings them in the guards way at ridiculously high speeds.
 (GUARD'S LEADER)(shouting) "TAKE COVER!"
However, these streaks were not the same as the ones that the interlocutor fired before.
These ones were intended to connect with other targets in the near vicinity of the one that it originally struck.
Making it effectively a chain of streaks going body through body.
Incinerating everything in it's way.
The smell of burned flesh starts to ooze from the freshly burnt corpses.
Some guards were hit less severely than others but they were in no position to fight.
 (ENTITY) "Several hundreds of years of not practicing could make anyone rusty."
The interlocutor starts to step out of the building.
It was snowing.
He brings Sam's hand out to feel the snowflakes on her hand.
For a while, the interlocutor stares at the sky and the buildings surrounding it.
He hadn't seen the skyline of Tosrig before, so this was all marvelous to him.
There is a stark contrast between the sky and the road that the interlocutor was standing on.
An ugly contrast.
One made out of body parts, blood and the gray sky.
The burned corpses are laying on the ground right before him and Sam.
Some of them are still groaning.