Life In MegaCorp (Pt. 7)

Cook quickly reloaded his gun and went toward the monster, taking a few more shots at it until the gun was empty again. “I…I think it’s dead…” He said as he took a few steps back and sat on the floor. Leaning back on the bed, he slowly caught his breath. “Jesus…what the hell is going on in this place?”

“I can't live like this.” Tzeitel said, looking at Cook’s gun as if to ask if he had one more bullet.

Cook stared at Tzeitel before holstering the gun. “I’m not going to kill you. Klaire and James intend to get you out of here.” He reminded her and got up, going to the body and staring down at it with a frown. “Plus, if you die now that would be unfair to those children in your womb and you know it.”

“Is it fair for them to be born here? Lives full of torture and being experimented on. And if either of them are female… she’ll end up like me.” Tzeitel’s voice broke. James and Klaire might intend to get her out but she knew how impossible that was.

“Don’t give up, Tzeitel.” Cook told her, walking over to the bed and meeting her gaze. “If you give up that will mean Klaire’s attempts up to this point have been useless. She wants to save you. They all do…the Underground is real.”

“They're trying but it's impossible. There isn't much time left. I won't give these bastards two newborn metas to torture.”

“If I killed you, Thrane would just bring you back to life and those kids too, Tzeitel…” Cook revealed morbidly.

“Then why can’t that fucker bring Colt back?” Tears escaped Tzeitel. Colt’s death ate at Tzeitel, he had died trying to help her. She wished he had not even tried getting those pills, so she could at least have one friend with her through this.

“They haven't told you yet? Thrane brought Colt back to life…” Cook said with genuine surprise.

“What?!” Tzeitel managed to sit up. “Where is he? Why haven't I seen him?”

“He was sent out to hunt metas…” Cook explained and sighed heavily. “I just learned this recently. I was coming to tell you when, well, all this happened.” He gestured to the freaky monster that was the nurse. He’d need to do something about that thing…

“Colt was always stronger than me, he’d never betray other metas.” Tzeitel put her head in her hands, certain Colt would end up killed again.

“I know, he died in a horrible way while trying to help you. I hate that…” Cook said and pulled out a walkie talkie. He turned a dial and pressed a button. “Hey, bud, there’s a mess in Tzeitel’s room I need cleaned up. Can ya come deal with it?”

There was a moment of static before a grunt answered.

“Thanks, bud…” Cook said and turned off the walkie talkie. “Someone I trust is gonna come in and deal with…that.” He glanced toward the mutation still lying dead on the floor. “This worries me, Tzeitel. We need to get you out. Now.”

“I’ve been needing to get out for months.” Tzeitel made herself stand up, having trouble keeping balance thanks to being so hugely pregnant. She scowled at her belly as she rubbed the small of her back before looking back up at Cook. “Please.”

Cook nodded and instinctively reached out to help her, but stopped himself. Instead, he went to her chair and broke it in a manner to make a cane she could use. Returning to her, he gave the makeshift cane to her and looked toward the door as it clicked and slid open.

Thrane stood there with an emotionless expression on his face. “I caught your little friend,” He said and tossed what looked like a small woman into the room. She had been opened up, her intestines sliding along the floor with her body. “Tzeitel, why would you want to leave when I’ve gotten you into a safe space from Canestone?” His crimson eyes narrowed on her, ignoring how Cook kept himself between her and this monster.

If Tzeitel had not already thrown everything up she would be throwing up now. She clutched the cane, cowering behind Cook. She wanted to kill Thrane but knew she was not strong enough and was terrified that he would put her back with Canestone. All she could hope for was to get killed trying and not revived. She forced herself to look at the corpse. It couldn’t be…

“How could you?!” Cook shouted definitely, holding his gun up again and keeping it on Thrane.

The white haired man chuckled coldly and walked toward them. With a twitch of his hand, he sent poor Cook into the wall and stood a few feet away from Tzeitel, watching her. “You’re close now, girl…are you ready to have them? I know you don’t, but your children will be the future for this world, Tzeitel.”

Tzeitel swung her makeshift cane at Thrane’s groin. She hated him, hated him, hated him.

The cane would shatter before it could even reach him and he offered her a dark smile that did not reach his cold eyes. “You’re emotional, I know.” He told her in a calm tone, his power now forcing her back toward the bed. “You should rest. Sleep. The children will be here soon…”

The alarms were going off outside the room. He knew his plan was going on and hoped Nero would come for this room.

“I’ll kill them both before I let you get your filthy hands on them!” Tzeitel screamed at Thrane, struggling to resist his push.

Making his way to her, Thrane forced Tzeitel onto the bed upon her back and set a sharply clawed hand on her swollen belly. “And if you try that, I will make sure you never leave Canestone, my dear.” He said, his face changing as that grin became full of sharp teeth and his eyes seemed to grow slitted and sinister.

Cook tried to rise up, coughing out blood. “L..leave her alone…” He choked out.

“Fuck you!” Tzeitel shouted, hating his hands on her. She wanted to egg him into killing her. She had nothing to live for. Her friends were never going to save her, Cook was hurt, probably dying too. Her powers were suppressed. All she had to look forward to was her babies going to this monster then being given to Canestone again.

A guard would open the door, calling to Thrane. He morphed back to normal, looking back at the guard as he pulled his hand away. “Let Nero and his little pets escape. They’re stuck on this cold island anyway.” He said with a coldness.

Cook glared at Thrane before getting up and trying to go to Tzeitel.

“Fuck you!” Tzeitel shouted at Thrane again.

Thrane narrowed his eyes and suddenly grabbed Cook by his neck, lifting him up so the poor man’s legs were kicking in the air. “I suppose you don’t need your friend here, then…” He said calmly as Cook clawed at his wrist desperately.

“No!” Tzeitel half fell out of the bed, landing hard on her knees. “Leave him alone, he’s just a cook.”

“Then be a good girl and have those babies safely.” Thrane warned her as his grip tightened around Cook’s neck. The poor man was gasping for air he could not breathe in.

“Stoppit!” Tzeitel pleaded. She hated pleading. It had done her so little good this past year.

Thrane suddenly dropped Cook, letting the man catch his breath. “Don’t disappoint me, Tzeitel. I will make things very difficult for you if you do.” He said before heading to the door.

“Tz…Tzeitel…” Cook choked out, looking over her with worry. “Y…you okay?”

Tzeitel shook her head. She would not be okay until she got out of the terrible place.