Snippet #2379014

Alarms. Lots and lots of alarms. Why alarms? Why today? Elisa had been sitting calmly in the waiting room of the facility, snacking on a candy bar when they started. It had made her drop what was left of the chocolate. "What could that be now?" she said to herself before standing and walking in the direction the loud, booming voice said over the stereo over and over- "All guards to station three". Elisa knew where that was from the tour she had been given this morning for this messed-up version of a bring your child to work day. So she started forward, following the large amount of guards headed that way too.

It wasn't long until she got there, and discovered the reason. Fire was everywhere, and her father was on fucking fire. "Shit!" she yelled and pushed through the crowed. There was another man on fire, but he didn't seem to be in pain, so she didn't worry with him. In another circumstance, that would have struck her as odd, but she had other things. Water. She needed water. There was a large bucket in the corner labeled 'emergency only'. Why would you need water for an emergency? Didn't they have sprinklers for that? She didn't really have time to wonder about that further, because the man on fire was getting closer and she couldn't really get over there. So she looked at the bucket of water and held out her hands, and suddenly the bucket lifted and rushed over to her father, pouring over his body and reducing him to more of a smolder. A very much in-pain smolder. "Help him!" Elise yelled and pushed two guards forward, towards her father. But they wouldn't go near him because of the fiery man. "I'll deal with this, you save my father!" she hissed, panicking. She was a stay-off-to-the-side person, and she didn't do orders very well. But she had to do something, right? So she stepped forward and looked at the man. Another experiment, perhaps? Maybe she could subdue him. "Could you maybe stop this for a second? I cannot be without a father, and the fire is going to kill him. Please- I'll help you do whatever you did this for" she whispered, holding out her hands in warning. The fire was quite hot and it pricked her skin and made her swelter.

She didn't like this, at all, but the guards had dragged her back to the hallway by this point. "Kid, you can't go making promises to an unstable thing like that" one of them said, trying to be nice. Always suck up to the boss's daughter, as they say. But that made her mad. Horribly mad. She had been one of those 'unstable things' not so long ago. "How dare you! I'd bet you picked up a normal man of the street and turned him into that, like you did to me!" she pushed forward, sending him to the floor. He reached for his gun, but he thought better of it, because he couldn't hurt her. She would kill him quicker than he could kill her, and he couldn't raise a finger if he respected his job. "Get lost" she huffed and pushed her way back through again, pushing away people as she went. "Hey, what did he ever do to you" she asked and pushed a gun away from a person on the front lines. Now she wanted to save him, getting him away from here. She had only survived because her father pulled her out, and he wouldn't get that luxury, from the looks of it. "Get lost, now. Go guard the exits. Your bullets will do no good, anyway" she yelled, and the guards look dumfounded. "Go. Die here, or stop him elsewhere" she said, a bit lower. A few of them thought it over and went off to some of the doors. A few moments later, the rest of them went. They trusted her, because she had helped them with their experiments and subduing others before- it hadn't been wrong then. Because she hadn't been one of the experiments.

But now she had been. One look at her father told her he was a goner- a shrived mess. She would have been sad- but he had never been much of a father, and he loved his work more than his family anyway- even died for it. She huffed and turned nodding her head. "Unstable thing my ass. Trust me but not another! I doubt I'm the unstable one. Or the mindless one"