CHAPTER 5: The Return Of Abnormalities

Jack knocked on Angela’s door and she opened it. “What took you so long?” He welcomed himself in as she closed the door behind him.

Jack turned around to his sister. “There, there. Calm yourself, sis.”

Angela crossed her arms for a moment, puffing her cheeks. “I was worried that something might’ve happened to you.” She looked away from him to stare at the floor. “Dummy, idiot!”

Jack chuckled and picked her up, then tossed her on her bed. “Watch your tone there.” He pulled her blanket from the end of her bed and placed it over her.

“Blegh!” Angela stuck her tongue out and crossed her arms.

Jack tossed the bag at her side. “I got your goodies. Still upset with me?”

She hung her head. Her black bangs covered her face as she tossed the bags aside and jumped off the bed. She hugged her brother and held him tightly. Jack slightly moaned, wrapping his arms around his dearest sister. The bond they shared was impeccable. With the hardship they’d both gone through and the struggles to get to where they were now, neither could afford to lose the other.

Angela slightly whimpered. “For-Forget the food… As long as you come back home safe, alive, and well, then I have nothing to worry about.”

Jack wanted to smile, but he couldn’t. Instead, a small grin grew on his face. He rubbed her head, kissing the top of her head, blinking softly to this comforting moment.

Angela pulled off of him to give him her cutest smile and then they both sat down on the edge of her bed to watch her favourite shows. Resting on his lap, using her phone to change the channel on her smart tv, Jack ruffling her hair, Angela laughed at her shows while Jack expressed with disgust, confusion, and surprise. She rose off of it when things would tense up on some of them, Jack meanwhile had one of his hands resting on his cheek, sighing and yawning.

While the night passed on, Jack fell asleep from exhaustion due to the crazy events he’d gone through and finally succumbing to boredom from watching too many of these cartoons Angela’s so fond of. He was laying on his back, facing the ceiling as he slept sounding like a baby.

Angela looked to her right and saw him dead asleep. She giggled and got up for a moment. She covered Jack with her blanket now and decided to tuck herself to sleep beside him. Looking at his face in this state reminds her that he can still be vulnerable and not so freighting.

Patting his head and smiling, Angela’s eyes gleamed with happiness. “At least in this state you’re not so scary looking.”

Turning her TV off by using her phone, she tugged her phone underneath her pillow. For once Jack didn’t look scary or looking like everyone’s nightmare, he seemed at peace and to Angela, it was adorable how he had one of his hands twitching, his mouth slightly opened to his breathing sounding relaxed.

She smiled while brushing her hand on his cheek. “Goodnight, big brother.”

Hearing her brother’s breathing relaxed her. Her eyes slowly shut but she wanted to keep seeing him in this state so she tried fighting it. But after trying to fight the darkness that wanted to consume her world, her vision starting to blur, she finally gave in and the world shut to black. Angela’s breathing was slow, her movements were stiff, she was now in a deep sleep.

But as night was at its peak, Angela had trouble staying asleep. She tossed and turned, but her efforts to not wake herself up became meaningless. For some reason, she began sweating and started breathing heavily. Her mind began to hurt, her chest felt heavy, and her vision felt static.

Getting up from her bed, Angela tried to walk into the hallway with her eyes half open. She limped and her head began to hurt even more. She couldn’t take it. She fell and lay on the ground, unconscious. It was dark, the hallway walls started waving, smoke appeared from beneath the gaps of closed doors, pushing out and drifting all over. The silence, the smoke brushing and going around her, the walls waved more intensely, everything around her then ruptured into a huge cloud of white smoke. As all this went on, all Angela could hear was her own breathing, but then she heard muffled footsteps.

In her own mind, she started shouting at the steps approaching her from far. “Hello? Is anyone there?”

“Hello?” someone replied.

“Who’s there? Where am I?” Angela asked. Even though the deceptions of darkness still overpowered her vision, that didn’t stop the sound of footsteps becoming louder. “Hello?”

The footsteps kept coming closer. “How’ve ya been? It’s been awhile, hasn’t it?” a very familiar, gentle voice said.

Angela recognized the voice all too well. It encouraged her mind to wake up from the depths of darkness. That ball of smoke swept away, revealing the new environment she was in. But as she looked up straight ahead, she saw a never-ending hallway of carpet and wood in their home. Doors as far as the eye could see stretched out down the hallway, and when she looked over her shoulder, each end of the hallway was flickering a pure white flash.

“This place. I-I know it…” Angela said in a frightened tone.

The ceiling above their home was no more. Instead, misty white clouds drifted over Angela’s dimension. She remembered the place all too well from her childhood nightmares. It was where she would supposedly play hide and seek with the girl in white, but most of the time it was Angela running away from her. It normally ended up being vile and gory to Angela every time she lost. Only once had she won that game, but in doing so it brought forth the worst pain unimaginable.

“No… Not again!” Angela shouted, her voice growing more scared by the minute.

Soft giggles echoed down the hallway of confusion, which scared Angela enough to stand back on her feet. “Give me a second to find you, A-n-g-e-l-a.”

“Leave me alone, please!” Angela exclaimed, already knowing what was happening. She ran down the hall and rushed into a random door to her left.

Coming inside, the first thing she saw were children wearing sundresses and women wearing mourning dresses who all looked the same, having similar hair to both her and the girl in white holding hands as they were circling round a grassy field, bobbing their heads to their tune. The grass fields were endless, with hills over the horizon, and old village cabins set in the distance. To a normal person witnessing the unknown beauty, it would be paradise and be peaceful to live there, but to Angela she knew it was all a façade.

The children were singing a song while they held hands with the women, one that was about the birth of the black death: ring around the Rosie. Angela detested their song of black death, so she covered her ears and ran off to a nearby cabin.

The singing grew louder and eerier. The children's voices sounded deeper, distorted, the women's voices grew higher in pitch and gurgly. Eventually it all mashed together to make an awful sound of distorted chaos, it overwhelmed Angela, even though she had her ears covered.

Running through the grass and hopping over a fence, Angela spotted a couple of nearby cabins. She ran to the nearest one and opened the door. A bright light flashed upon her face, but she bravely ran into it. The light simmered away and Angela found herself back in the hallway of endless wood and carpet.

Frantically breathing, Angela gazed down one of the ends of the hallway. Down the hall she saw something. It was a smoky vision of someone. Presuming it was the girl, Angela clenched her fists. “Wha-What do you want?”

The girl giggled. “I’m just saying hi to an old friend! That’s all!”

“Screw you… you-you… you monster!” Angela shouted, her eyes glistening with tears.

The shadowy figure suddenly got blown away by a random cold wind which blew behind Angela. She hugged herself and bent her knees from how cold the wind felt. Tears ran down her face as she cowered. Angela wailed into the void of doors. Her cries echoed back to her, but she’d had enough and wanted out of the vivid dream.

After releasing all her scared emotions, Angela stood straight again. But as she opened her eyes, the girl with the white dress came around the corner of Angela’s eye.

Angela gasped loudly and stepped to the side. The girl in the white dress had her hands behind her back and seemed a little overjoyed about something. She hummed a song, frolocked around Angela, then dropped her hands to her sides.

She giggled and tilted her head. “So? Having fun! Don’t be scared, A-n-g-e-l-a. Everything’s going to be alright!” She then stepped closer and leaned forward into Angela’s face.

Angela stood there blanched. Her face turned a shade whiter. “Wh-What… do—”

“I won’t hurt you, A-n-g-e-l-a. Not like before. Sure, I’m still angry at you, angry that you’ve taken something from me that’s rightfully mine. Though one can’t assume you were entirely behind stealing my profound life, that question shall be answered another day.”

“Th-Then what is it this time? Y-You always messed with me my entire dream life. You’ve done nothing but ensure misery upon me!”

“Hooo, that’s true. But as I said before I’m not that angry anymore because I’ve come to the conclusion. As long as we have each other…”

Angela stood there with her face white and eyes wide. The girl in white let out a deep sigh and from behind the girl, black wind blew on Angela’s face. Angela covered herself, but as she lowered her arms, the girl in white punctured Angela’s chest and ripped out her beating heart. Angela’s arteries were still attached to her heart and blood kept pumping out, gushing everywhere around them, creating a pool of blood beneath their feet.

The girl embraced Angela’s factory of life and caressed it. “I can still achieve the desire I long for… the dream of me being beside the one who I solely want to devote my existence to.”

The girl continued caressing Angela’s beating heart as Angela stood there, with her chest ripped open and her eyes fully wide open. Angela coughed out blood, and her pool of blood splashed all over the girl’s face and trickled down her hair. The girl moaned out of relief, feeling happy about the desire she seemed so close to achieving.

She backed away from Angela, waving her heart around, splashing more blood on the walls and doors. “Look at how functional it is! It’s functioning the way I’ve always dreamed of! Soon, my dream will come true.”

Angela stared at her own beating heart being violated, stunned with shock, blanched and afraid, as tears of blood ran down her face. “Wh-Why aren’t I, screaming in pain? This is just a dream again, right? Like always, but you-you’ve never done anything this extreme. Why?”

The girl slowly inserted Angela’s heart back into her open chest. “Who knows?”

“I-I hate you… with everything.”

The girl smiled. “See ya later, until we meet again, and hopefully… you’ll realize what belongs to me and give it back.”

She leapt at Angela and covered her eyes, turning her vision black once again.

Angela awakened and screamed at the top of her lungs, clutching her chest in a hospital bed. “No!”

Jack grabbed Angela and held her. “Angela!” he said, patting her head. “It’s okay. I’m here, it’s okay...”

Angela stared at the ceiling, still breathing heavily, having no clue where she was. “Bro-Brother… Where are we?” she asked as her nails dug into his back.

“We’re in the hospital. I found you passed out in the hallway in the middle of the night.” Angela ripped some of Jack’s skin, even through his clothing, and Jack made a stinging noise which alerted his pain.

She calmed down and noticed she was hurting him. “I’m so sorry!”

He got off her and looked into her eyes. “It’s fine. I’m just glad you’re okay. That’s all that matters.”

Exhausted and upset, Angela drew in a few deep breaths to ease her emotions. “W-Was I saying weird things while I was asleep?”

“No, but you were moving a lot and kept making noises. As you did you were clutching your chest too.”

Angela got a little embarrassed. She turned red and hid beneath the sheets. “Is-Is that so? Sorry…”

Jack rubbed her head and pinched her cheek. “Let’s head home, shall we?” Jack picked Angela up and started carrying her out of the room.

Doctors and nurses were approaching her room until they saw Jack walk out with Angela in his arms. They tried stopping him, but Jack ignored their calls and orders. One of the doctors grabbed Jack’s shoulder and asked him if he was the parent who he’dd called earlier for her supposed records. Jack slowly turned to the doctor in a very uneasy manner and began to shake.

He was sweating and his heart began to race. Di-Did… he just said… he called her parents?

Angela looked up at Jack, noticing his slightly gaped mouth and bits of sweat trickling down his face. “Are you okay, brother?”

Jack couldn’t stop shaking. He gently dropped Angela to her feet. “Doc, repeat your statement again… please.”

“That’s right sir, we contacted this girl's parents,” the doctor said, smiling and unaware of his provocation towards Jack.

Jack walked up to the doctor and towered over him. “Show me the—”

“Show you what, sir?” the doctor asked.

Jack slowly put his hand out. “The documents.”

The doctor slowly handed Jack Angela’s documents he got from his computer system, then pointed at the file and its descriptions of Angela’s unforgivable past. “Here sir, the proof is all there.”

Jack looked at the document, clenching the papers as he gritted his teeth. “You… you…” Jack quietly muttered in anger.

Angela noticed his fuse being blown away. “Brother…?”

“Excuse me sir? I can’t hear you correctly.”

Jack threw his fist at the doctor and punched him, knocking him out cold. “You fucking fool!”

Angela got scared and looked worried. “Jack! What’s going on? Why did you do that?”

Jack’s face was riddled with immeasurable anger towards the doctor’s foolish decision on contacting her past. It had him absolutely livid yet afraid. Immediately picking Angela off her feet, he started sprinting as he carried her in his arms to get out of the place before their past knew of their location.

Jack was panicking, being all paranoid and afraid. Angela held on tightly as Jack continued running through the hospital hallways, noticing in window reflections that his glinted eyes and frowned face was covered in anger.

Just when the two were close to the elevators, they were stopped by security. Jack stood still for a second, using the chance to catch his breath. More security came out from the other hallways and started shouting.

“Sir, that’s quite enough!” one of the security guards shouted.

“We’re going to detain you and hold you until police arrive, sir!” shouted another.

Jack was aggravated. With his teeth showing, and grinding, he had no time to deal with such roadblocks. He slowly reached for his gun tucked in his jacket and gripped it. As soon as one of the security guards approached him, he pulled the gun out and fired a warning shot into the ceiling. Every civilian closeby screamed and a slight panic erupted in that part of the hospital.

“He’s got a gun!” one of the guards shouted.

The guards all screamed and took cover. Jack rushed through to get into the elevator, then he slammed on the button to close the door and hit the lobby button. The guards radioed others and notified the rest of the hospital that there was a dangerous individual heading towards the main lobby. Alarms went off and the workers made sure that the police had been notified.

Jack was still shakened and his anxiety was off the charts. He was worried and stressed beyond belief. Not because of the security, warnings, alarms, police. No. What he was truly afraid of was the past the damn doctor contacted that might expose their location to that very past they’d run away from all those years ago.

At that point Jack couldn’t be stopped, no matter who or what, his mind was lost in the never-ending tunnel of darkness descent that he was falling into. Angela was worried sick about her brother, so she tried to get his attention by tugging on his jacket, but he was too focused and lost to pay attention to her.

The elevator stopped, the doors opened, and the first thing that welcomed them were more guards surrounding the area and taking cover.

One guard had a gun drawn, aimed at Jack’s direction. “Come on man, put the girl down and relax.”

Another gestured at Jack. “Please sir, we don’t want any trouble!”

One tried approaching with a taser in hand. “Listen to us and remain calm, sir!”

Jack scratched his head in frustration, making it seem as if he was going crazy or something. He was too agitated and annoyed to even listen to their empty orders. He counted the amount of people surrounding and blocking him from his freedom, and also counted their weapons, tasers, and pepper sprays too.

He actually smiled, but not out of joy or generosity. It was a smile smothered in madness. Jack had completely lost his mind and laughed like a complete lunatic, which scared poor Angela in his arms.

Jack raised his gun and set his sights at everyone. “Move over, you fucks!” he angrily yelled as his breathing got more intense.

“We can’t do that, sir. Police are already on the—”

“We don’t have much time!” Jack shouted, waving the gun around and continuing with his heavy breathing.

“He’s completely lost it! We have to make sure everyone’s out of this—”

“Can’t” Jack took a sharp breath, then quickly calmed down for a second, “you see we’re both in danger here!” His eyes were erratic, glancing at everyone, especially from outside.

The guards grew extremely uncomfortable to the point that they were afraid of him. They thought Jack had gone completely insane. Jack ordered that they should all step aside and drop all their belts. They obliged to his command to ease the situation for the safety of others, along with themselves.

The front desk lady was ordered to open the doors for Jack, but he was oblivious to the fact that the police were waiting for him outside. Jack slowly walked towards the front entrance and making sure no one was out of his sight, he pointed his gun at everyone as he walked to the front entrance. Jack thanked everyone for their cooperation, but one of the guards felt the need to insult him.

The security guy balled his hands into fists. “You’re human trash! You're a lowlife scum who uses children as their hostage, you piece of shit!”

Jack squinted an eye out of confusion. “Hostage…? Don’t be stupid, you fucking idiot. Calm down or do you really want to blow out this fuse that’s my ever growing anger, because trust me, this is nothing compared to the hatred stowed away in my blackened heart.”

The guard noticed something was emitting off of Jack. It was faint but something was there, something out of the ordinary. “Unbelievable… What is… he?”

Jack kept slowly walking back. The guard returned to yelling, which made Jack get madder. He damned him to hell, bestowed misery upon Jack, and he wasn’t having it any more.

The guard said one last word. “You’re a disgrace of a human being!”

Letting out a long breath, Jack squeezed the trigger. Everything became quiet after a very loud bang.

Angela’s ears rang and her eyes widened in shock. She couldn’t believe what her brother had just done. She looked up at him and started crying. She muttered quietly, “Why Jack? Why did you do that?”

Jack couldn't hear what his sister had said. He had tunnel vision and his hearing rang too, due to the gun’s blast. “That’s what happens when you barely push my button, punk.”

The end of Jack’s gun had a trail of smoke coming out of it. He smacked his lips and finally ran off as the guard laid lifeless, staining the hospital floor with blood.

Jack had gone through the door while everyone rushed to the dead guards body. He’d finally gotten outside, but as the sunshine momentarily blinded his eyes, he was presented by a line of armed policemen with rifles and shotguns. They were pointing their guns at Jack surrounding the entire area. Jack was so frustrated, so angry, and so annoyed. Whatever he saw on those files really scared him to the point that his body was acting all by itself and out of irrational anger.

He waved his gun around as if he were losing his damned mind. “Ahhhh! Fucking son of a bitch! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Jack continued being a crazed individual, scaring poor Angela who was still on his arm.

Every cop had their sights on Jack, ready to put away the wanted maniac who was infamous in the streets of Flint.

The sheriff yelled out, “Put the girl down!”

Another cop shouted, “Drop the gun! Drop it!”

A helicopter that was overseeing everything turned its megaphones on to taunt Jack’s broken mind. A speakerphone announced, “You got nowhere to run! Drop it!”

He was right. Jack had nowhere to run let alone hide or take cover. Jack’s breathing intensified as the paranoia and anger was breaking him, which drove him to the pinnacle of insanity. It got so bad he started muttering words underneath his angered breath, which petrified Angela. She had no clue what was going on or why Jack had become crazy all of a sudden.

“Brother! S-Stop this senseless violence! Please, ju-just listen to the police and stop this madness!”

Hearing his sister’s pleas in a terrified tone, Jack stopped his erratic behavior. He set Angela down to her feet.

She wiped the rising water around her eyes and brought out a smile of relief. “Thank you, brother.”

Jack lowered his gun. His eyes were hidden by the shadows of his anger with the police sights still dead set on him, but he seemed calm. Angela giggled. The main captain had his hand up, signaling for everyone to move in. Jack stayed completely frozen.

When things seemed like they were deescalating, he suddenly wrapped his arm around Angela’s neck and pointed the gun to her head, leaving her completely speechless and utterly terrified.

Angela gasped horribly. “Jack! What are you doing?”

The police quickly went back into cover and raised their guns again. They were fuming with anger at his reckless action. Jack didn’t answer her with words. Steam blew out of his nostrils and between his clenched teeth. His eyes were red like a demon. He fell into the hands of insanity and succumbed to the anger boiling inside.

Angela squirmed around his grip. “Why? Why are you doing this? Stop!” She started crying and continued her attempts of breaking free from his grasp.

Jack tightened his grip around her neck and leaned towards her ear, though he tried his best to sound calm. “Ju-Just follow what I say okay? You ca-can slap or punch me later. Please Angela, listen to what I have to say…”

Jack eyed the officers like a predator. Angela gazed up at his livid, frightened face. “Huh… wh-what are…?”

“Trust me,” he said quietly.

She nodded, finally understanding him. “Okay… I trust you…”

Jack quickly gave her an aggressive kiss on her head before he started yelling at the officers. “Listen up! If you don’t want to see this girl’s brains blown out, then you let us go! You got that?”

Saying that so casually aggravated the police and ruptured their patience. They continued yelling empty orders at Jack, telling him there were better ways to deal with the situation. Jack was also growing impatient. He fired a warning shot past Angela’s face to convince them of his intentions.

Her ears rang. She thought she was just dead for a second. From how close the shot passed by, she’d had enough and closed her eyes. The police gripped their guns more tightly and were anxious to take Jack down. Another helicopter hovered above them. It was the news copter.

You’ve gotta be kidding me! Jack thought.

Jack’s situation grew dire, and now the entire city knew what was going on. He couldn’t stand it any longer, so he yelled out all his fear and frustration. He was out of ideas, he had nowhere to run, but he wasn’t going to give up this easily. A wall formed around him, making his chances of escaping seem unhopeful, but he wasn’t going to let himself be caved in by this circle of judgment.

But what do I do? This is fucked! I’m trapped and my damned mind is… Fuck!

Squinting, the veins on his neck were exposed from how hard he ground his teeth. Jack’s options were gone and he came to the realization that this was it. Tightening the grip on his gun with quivering arms, Jack felt defeated and was ready to give up. He closed his eyes.

When things were close to being dire, a familiar, gentle girlish voice inside his broken mind said, “Jack… Hang in there.”

Jack’s eyes opened with hope, but before her voice could give him nightmares and remind him of the horrors of who she was, instead a slither of relief made its way into his poor bloodstained soul. The voice was from his childhood, the girl in white who had always haunted him, bringing forth the tormented nightmares that had caused nothing but misery for him. Yet at that moment her gentle voice sounded as if an angel had come to save him.

“Is… is it who I think… it is?”” Jack asked himself.

The police looked at each other out of confusion and Angela looked at him as if he were deranged.

She asked him in the most soothing pampering voice, “Do you want to get out of here and seek freedom once again, my love?”

Jack genuinely laughed.. “Why are you talking to me like that? Are you doing it to mock me, Huh?!” With the last word he shouted to himself, he reflected the face of a lost and mentally ill man who was drenched by his own coat of nervous sweat.

“No… I’m not here to mock or haunt you. Like I said before, do you want to get out of here?”

Jack relaxed himself. “Okay, so now you’re willing to help now? In kindness?”

“Yes, because of the promise you made, my dear.”

He twitched an eye and laughed again. “I am insane! Look at me!” He waved the gun around. “I’m talking to myself right now in front of the cops! Hahahaha!”

“Sir! Please just listen to us!” one of the officers exclaimed, walking towards Jack.

Slowly and carefully one officer at a time started creeping up towards him from out of their positions and cover as Jack continued laughing to himself within his own solitude of insanity.

Her tone slightly changed from a gentle soothing voice to a desperate sad tone. “Just give yourself up to me, and then we can be happy forever like before. I don’t have to see you like—”

Jack finally broke away and laughed maniacally, stopping the police from coming any closer. “What a fucking miracle! Hurrah! Fine, whatever! Just get us out of this mess!” Jack let go of Angela and the moment he did Angela fainted.

The cops used the chance to move in as Jack stood still. “Prove to me that I’m not insane…” he quietly said.

In his mind, where darkness had made itself home long ago, came swirls of purple that wrapped around his wretched memories, his deranged brain, and certainty his stone cold heart.

“Anything, for you, my eternal lover,” she said in the most loveable voice.

Jack stood quietly while the cops were almost at Angela’s unconscious body. However, black winds blew from beneath Jack’s feet and lifted itself up from the ground, then twirled around Jack’s whole body to form a cloud of black unholy smoke.

The cops freaked out and stepped away with their guns drawn, witnessing the bizarre smoke die down to form a misty aura around Jack’s now pale body. The thing that caught their eyes the most were his eyes. They were pitch black and vile. Even the atmosphere around them felt grotesque and wretched.

The sheriff tried shooting, but his ears began to violently ring. They all dropped their guns and covered their ears from the intense ringing that stabbed their eardrums. Blood started pouring from the pores on their scalps and trickled down their foreheads. Their noses bled dark crimson, and then the chaos ensued.

The helicopter above saw the bizarre event unfold and to their surprise, everything that was made of glass around them started shaking. Even the ones who didn’t fall victim to the invisible enemy noticed anything made of glass was trembling too. The news helicopter was reporting live until their camera was full of static.

Jack took a step forward, then steadily opened his mouth and breathed out a trail of black mist. The trail grew bigger and encased the surrounding area, then Jack sucked it back into his mouth.

Everything went silent. The policemen were on the ground and were stopping their struggle because their mouths had foamed ravenously. Eerie white noise engulfed the area as the black misty aura around Jack pulsed out thick layers of black, that washed out the colors of reality around him.

Everything to the hospital, the street in front of them, and within a ten mile radius was black and white. Everyone inside the hospital couldn’t believe this phenomenon. It was incomprehensible, however all that changed when Jack decided to clench his fists.

Anything made out of glass exploded into shattering pieces of death, light poles shot out plasma, and the ground beneath them cracked. Glass fell everywhere, onto concrete floors, street pavements, and burst inside the hospital. It caused chaos within the area and people were either getting hurt from the falling glass or being killed. Car alarms went off, and those two helicopters flew away from the scene when their windshields exploded. No one had a clue about what had just happened. The security guards were stunned and afraid. Everyone trembled in fear.

The black mist around Jack exploded into a thick cloud of white, which brought the color of normality back again. The last of the aura had dimmed, swirled around him, and ruptured into smoke. The last remnants of it had drifted away to the sky, the aura was gone.

As Jack regained consciousness, he dropped to a knee. He was out of breath, felt hazy, and he blinked a couple of times, noticing the amount of destruction that was caused. However, he was oblivious to the fact that this was his own doing.

He spotted all the officers were either passed out or injured. Glass was everywhere. He looked behind him and noticed that the entire hospital building’s windows were all shattered too. He grinned and stood straight, then went to Angela and picked her up.

The vehicle he came in had its windows shattered too, but he didn’t care. Instead, he ran away with Angela in his arms. Stopping in front of the vehicle and leaning her against the door, Jack removed his jacket and wrapped Angela with it. He opened the door and placed her in the back seat, then he entered the driver’s seat and felt some sort of liquid dripping from his forehead.

Jack wiped it off and looked at it. “Wh-What? What’s happening?” Shakened to see that it was some sort of black substance, he panicked a bit. But there was no time to panic, so he turned the car on and drove away from the scene.

The area was littered with glass, and blood was all over the pavements. People were absolutely left horrified. More police showed up and saw their comrades with foamy mouths and blood dripping from their heads. Surprisingly, they weren’t dead when they checked their pulses.

Local news vans came from nowhere and swarmed the area like roaches. They jumped out of their vans, prowled around the area, looking for anyone who might have a clue to what just happened. But as they did, most people looked hazed, gloomy, some had their eyes dimmed, many replied with a shake of their heads. No one knew what, why, and where this strange occurrence took place.

When medical staff took in the injured officers, they found out they were deaf, with some even having their memories wiped. Investigators tried to ask anyone what had happened, but no one could remember. They even tried to get any footage they could get their hands on, but nothing could be found. Not even the news helicopter that was broadcasting the entire ordeal had any footage or why they were even there in the first place. Everyone who watched, everyone who was involved, couldn’t remember a damn thing.