Alex

Alex watched Felix and Tes walk down the hallway, towards the back stairs.

I hope they shucken make it!

Alex took a deep breath, and set off down the hall. She knew she was against the clock. WICKED was bound to have noticed her presence. With three dead guards already, they possibly couldn't be that dumb.

She came to an intersection. She pressed her back to the wall and peered around the corner quickly. She pulled her head back sharply.

Coming towards her was none other than Chancellor Ava Page herself. She was also alone. Alex smiled at her luck.

Alex pulled out two knives, one in each hand and slid quietly down the wall into a crouch. Ave walked straight past her. She had no reason to look for a small threat waiting behind her with deadly weapons. Alex stood up and sprung at Ava. She wrapped her arms around The Chancellor; holding a knife to her throat and another one right under her ribs. Ava gasped, but didn't have a chance to say anything else.

Alex cut her off. "Scream and I'll kill you right now." Alex threatened in her ear, as she pressed the knives even closer. She felt Ava gulp.

"Do anything and I WILL kill you like every employee I've intercepted in the last eight months. Move. Down the hall." Alex ordered.

She lowered her knives just enough, holding the tip at the nape of her neck, and the other one under her armpit, pressing into her ribs. Ava did as she was told, walking slowly down the hall. They came back to Alex's supply closet.

"Open the door and inside, Chancellor." Alex mocked her by emphasizing her title.

Ava reached a shaking hand out and opened the door. She stepped inside. Alex followed and she lowered a hand and quickly closed the door, never taking her eyes of Ava.

Alex could feel the rage flowing through her veins, mixing with the rush of adrenaline. White hot anger made her feel calm; a scary kind of calm. She was ready to take her vengeance. End her vendetta. She was ready to destroy the organization that took everything from her.

"I know you have him here. Which room?" Alex hissed, holding both her knives up at Ava's throat, one above the other so she could slice in both directions. Ava gulped.

"You won't get away with this. We know you're here."

"Shocking. Here I thought you were all incompetent bumbling idiots." Alex hissed. "Which room do you have him in, Chancellor Ava Page?"

"How do you think you're going to get out of here when everyone knows?"

"I'm not an evil villain, I'm not going to monologue for you. And I have zero patience. You won't talk, I'll just kill you now." Alex whispered, her face inches from Ava's. Ava's face was a forced expressionless mask but Alex could see the unsettled terror in her eyes. Alex pressed the knives into her throat. Red trickled over the sharp steel.

"Room 6." Ava choked in a whisper.

"Good. Now you aren't needed."

"What-" Ava gasped. She didn't finish. Alex ripped her blades across her throat, with a yell. Ava slid down the wall. Alex crouched down and took Ava's swipe card. She stood up and gave her one last scathing look.

"You didn't deserve a quick death, you evil witch." She hissed and left the closet, closing the door.

Alex headed back down the hall. Looking for room 6. She heard footsteps behind her. Alex sped up, at the hall intersection she flattened herself against the wall, waiting. The footsteps grew louder.

"Ya, they didn't say anything other than they wanted extra security outside A7's door."

"They really think that girl is gonna destroy everything they have built?"

Alex smiled to herself. She really was a threat to them.

Three guards crossed the intersection. Alex stood still as a statue, her still bloody knives clutched in her hands. Silent as a shadow she threw one knife at the left guard, her second knife at the right guard. Both of them dropped, not knowing what happened, knives sticking out of the back of their necks. The third guard spun around with a scream. He was hit with a third knife, Alex grabbed with lightning speed from her stash strapped to her thigh. It was buried deep in his throat.

A manic calm had settled over her. Her vision seemed sharper, her hearing came clearer; even her damaged one was hearing better. She felt the adrenaline and the warmth of the superhuman strength.

Alex pulled her knives out of the guards. She relieved the guards of their guns, adding them to her arsenal. Alex stood up and continued down the hall. It was weird how empty this level was. Empty and silent, especially with Alex loose in their building.

A cry filled the silent hall. It was muffled, but it was full of pain and heart ache. Alex could feel the screams inside her. She stumbled to a stop. She had to grab her chest, falling to her knees. The screams of pain physically hurt her. It drove the knife in her heart so deep she didn't think it would ever come out.

"Minho." She breathed. She scrambled to her feet, when he screamed again.

"MINHO!" Alex screamed.

She didn't care if they heard her. She had never heard a more broken anguished cry. She found room 6. The door was locked. She heard Minho sob again. Alex fumbled with Ava's swipe card, it buzzed green and Alex kicked the door open.

"JANSON! YOU SHUCKEN BLOODY DISEASE RIDDEN SEWER RAT! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" Alex screamed.

She had her knives back in her hands. She took a quick second to take in the room.

Minho was strapped to a chair, he was twitching and thrashing. Letting out whimpers of pain in between sobs. Alex just about crumpled to the ground. There was a man in all white cowering in the corner. Janson stood towering over Minho. He looked sick, he was pale and thinner then Alex remembered, his beady eyes were big and dark, black almost. With a manic smile on his thin rat like face. His head whipped around at the sudden interruption.

Alex drew her arm back and threw her knife. The doctor slammed into the wall. Her knife was buried up to the hilt in the middle of his chest. He slid down the wall, leaving a red smudge.

Alex took another step into the room. Janson slid so he was standing behind Minho, using him as a human shield.

"COWARD!" Alex screamed.

Janson smiled. "Welcome to WICKED, my dear." Janson whispered sinisterly.

"Shuck you Janson."

Minho stopped moving, he had slumped forward, unable to fall out of the chair because of the restraints.

"What did you do to him?" Alex demanded.

He just smiled.

"WHAT DID YOU DO?!" Alex screamed.