She fell to her knees, against the wall.
She couldn’t breathe through the pain.
Carol kneeled right next to her. “Don’t give up now. Don’t you dare!”
She wasn’t giving up.
With the last shreds of her energy, Kiara wobbled to her feet, helped by Carol. Through her blurred vision, she saw Leyra wincing as she hoisted Darcy up toward a beeping panel. Darcy slammed her small hand over it.
A ring in the ceiling slid to the side, revealing a vent.
“Close your eyes!” Darcy yelled.
Just as Kiara did, she saw the flames contort upward. A gust of wind flew through the entire lab.
Carol and Kiara folded in on each other, protecting their faces against the suction. It was so powerful, it dragged Kiara’s hair upward. The grinding sound muffled every other noise.
The heat subsided.
Kiara could breathe again.
Tentatively, she opened her eyes.
The fire was gone. The ring in the ceiling sealed back up.
They’d done it.
They had survived.
But the relief had to wait, because Kiara was beyond shocked.
Only chaos and questions remained in the lab.
The floor was filled with charred bodies.
But there was no acrid smell of seared skin or hair.
Only metal and plastic.
“I was not expecting this,” Carol muttered.
None of them were.
Darcy stared at the mass of bodies with wide eyes, unmoving.
“What are these?” Leyra asked.
Kiara shook her head. She was having a hard time believing it herself. “They’re not humans–”
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a trembling burnt hand grasping a weapon.
For the second time this evening, she found herself standing in front of the barrel of a gun.
Her heart fell right around her ankles.
No. It couldn’t end like this. Not after everything.
A silver blur swooped into the room.