"What a nice door," Li remarked.
"No need to thank me, we're going to get you out of here, don't worry about it," Atticus told her as he blended back into the crowd, heading towards the area he had left Reti and Marshall in.
"Alright, alright," Atticus let go of her arms, allowing her to lay down again. "Are they broken or just sore? Either way, I'm going to have to carry you out of this."
Bending down again, he placed his arms around her waist and slowly lifted her, ignoring her cries of pain as he adjusted her to fit into his arms.
"Where are you hurt?" Atticus asked quickly, bending down and attempting to lift her up by her arms.
Atticus ran through the crowds of people, pushing up the stairs in a heavy struggle. He was drawn by the sound of a young woman sobbing, it sounded like it was further up the steps. As he ran, he could hear the sound grow closer. He finally got to floor three, pushed his way through the crowd and found the source of the sobbing. Just as he had feared, he saw Blossom laying in a corner by the railing, sobbing. "Blossom!" he exclaimed. "what happened?" Her body lay there limp as she looked up at Atticus.
Scanning the area, Atticus slowly began to lose hope at finding their friends. There were just too many prisoners roaming about, causing absolute chaos. "We can't leave," he directed towards Reti. "We can't leave them here, not after coming this far."
With his sentence finishing, a loud scream rang through the building, the source of it unknown. Atticus instantly looked back at the crowd, scanning it quickly before taking a step into it. "That sounded like Blossom, I'm going to look for her. She could be in danger!"
He was then swallowed into the crowd.
"How are we going to find them in this mess?" Atticus exclaimed. "They could be anywhere!"
The trio raced down the halls, Reti leading the way. "They're this way, in the cells!" During their dash, Reti had explained to the two that he was part of a rebel group under the lead of Fontaine - rogue Alchem guards that would attack from the heart of Remnant Rock when the time was right. Due to fears of their operation being compromised, the existence of the rebels were kept from Atticus and the rest of his group.
"This is it!" shouted Reti. Immediately, he began typing a pass-code into a numerical lock on a gray door that stood before them. "Two two eight . . . nine two two . . . " As Atticus waited in anticipation, a sound could be heard - screams, gunfire, muffled through the other side of the door.
Atticus stared down at the two dead bodies, pools of blood slowly filling across the floors. A sense of nausea passed over him as he realized the two were dead due to them - they had gone on this mission to avenge Savannah's death and now more people lay dead. This is justice...?
The words of the guard echoing in his head, Atticus gripped his gun tighter and took off after the man, leaving Marshall behind in the room.
"Stop right there!" Atticus yelled out, quickly pulling his gun out and pointing at the guard. Due to a sudden sense of adrenaline, he boldly put his finger on the trigger and held it there - after all, the man could turn on him and Marshall next. "What have you done? Why are you killing these people?!"
Keeping his hand on his gun, Atticus examined the guards. "How do you even know my name? And what do you mean? Why are you producing these...things?"
Atticus stepped back, his hand instantly going to the gun on his right side. "No, what are those?"
"What the fuck...?" Atticus asked as he slowly crept over to one of the tanks and tapped his finger against it. "What is going on here?"
"Can we not talk about this right now?" Atticus snapped. "Let's focus on what's important."
Eventually, they came to the source of the green light. A large metal door stood before them, green light seeping from it and illuminating the halls in an eerie glow.
Atticus opened the door to an uneasy sight. The door opened to another large, hallway. The floor was a metallic black. It was not a lamp that gave way to the green light - lining the corridor were massive, cylindrical tanks, illuminating the room with a mysterious glowing green liquid. Inside - featureless human bodies. Gray and muscular - they gave him an uneasy feeling. Nearby, notebooks stood atop each other in neat piles.
"Keep your voice down," Atticus whispered. "Alchem employees could be anywhere right now. And we DO need Fontaine, he's the only one that knows where we should even be going." Looking ahead, he noticed a green light slowly illuminating.
"We should maybe head for that area. Be careful though, and be ready for anything."
"No, I don't have a map," Atticus replied, following the wall as well. "I wonder where Fontaine is."
"No shit, sky is blue," Atticus snapped, folding the knife and stuffing it down his pocket. "Find the wall and use it to guide yourself out of here, it won't be long before they figure out what we've done."
Slash, slash, slash.
The sound of swiping could be heard in the still air, as the light and monitors of the room shut off. Backing up, Atticus looked around the small breaker room, the knife still in his hand. To him, it was somewhat claustrophobic - in each corner, four glass chambers protected a conglomeration of wires and processors. Monitors surrounded the room, and a collection of generators stood in the center.
The lights continued to shut off, and Atticus looked at two men that lay on the ground. After exiting the train station, he and the others made their way through Remnant Rock's lower facilities to the breaker room. Fontaine had seemingly vanished, opting instead to search for any future threats from Alchemilia. After catching the two off guard, subduing them was simple - though their motionless bodies served as a reminder of what he had become.
The room was now completely covered in darkness, with Atticus and Marshall having no way to see.
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