Fallen

Chapter 9- Rewritten

Sang's P.O.V.

I find myself right in the middle of the dark liquid, disoriented, and without my gun. I hear somebody yell my name, but it's hard to tell who it is.

        The liquid seems to get thicker around me, making it much more difficult to move. It starts constricting around me like it did with my ankle and it becomes very difficult to breathe.

I take a second to calm myself down. There's no opening, so I'll have to make one. I might not have my gun, but I have my knife.

I pull it out and fight hard to plunge it into the darkness. Although I can't make any big movements, I manage to pierce through the shadowy prison. I'm able to get it wide enough, and Henry helps before hauling me out by the arm.

Raven, North, and Sean are firing at the monstrous mass.

"You okay?," Henry asks.

I take a deep breath. "Yeah, I'm good."

North moves his gun to shoot tight at the form of the doctor. He hisses as the tentacles begin retracting. Adrian's face is once again visible and it looks like he isn't being held as tightly.

      It doesn't last long. The doctor regains his strength as quickly as he lost it. And he seems much angrier.

     I dive for my gun as the tentacles creep into the cracks around the room, creating new fissures in the load-bearing walls.

       North, who's right beside me now, yells, "It's about to collapse!"

       He's right, the doctor is clearly trying to bring the building down on our heads. I shoot at the doctor, while dodging the many tentacles trying to attack me. Although I avoid most of them, there's way too many. A tentacle whips out and strikes me hard, shoving me backwards.

       Once again, I drop my weapon and collapse, all of my weight going to my left knee, which hits the ground with a sickening crack.

     North starts to bend down to help me up, when part of the curling collapses right in front of us. I hold my arms over my head instinctively, and thankfully nothing too big hits North and I.

       We find ourselves separated from the rest of the group. Plunged into darkness and covered in rubble, we find ourselves at the foot of the stairs leading up from the basement, except a pile of rocks is barring our way.

North stands up. "You alright?," he asks. He helps me up to my feet. I'm a bit dazed and confused, but it could have been so much worse.

"We have to get up to the ground floor and find the spot where the ceiling collapsed," I say.

"You're not going far with that leg," he says.

"I've had worse," I tell him. "I'll survive. Let's go."

      I take a couple steps and realize I can't put any weight on my left leg. I hate that first real emotion I've seen on his face is triumph.

      He doesn't say anything, but he slings my arm around his shoulder as we move around the rocks and up the stairs.

      We make it to the corridor on the ground floor and North helps me sit on a conveniently placed old stretcher.

       "You can't walk on that leg," he says. "Just stay here."

"Are you serious?," I ask.

"My teammates are in there," he says. "You'll only slow me down. Nothing personal."