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Imaginary - Chapter 20 - Deep underground
🕑 Added 2025-08-01 22:41:14 +0000 UTCThis took me soooo long. I ended up rewriting large sections of it, and I'm still not super happy with it. Still better than it was. Hope you enjoy.
An entire squad of security guards showed up, each one armed with a shotgun. While the team slowly swept all the rooms connected to the hallway, the leader came over to Pam. Although I couldn’t hear what they were saying, I couldn’t help but notice that they both glanced towards Olivia and I multiple times. I had a sinking feeling in my stomach.
“What are your friends doing right now?” Olivia asked excitedly. “Are they with us now?”
“No… As soon as the rift closed Angelica floated down the hallway, and I haven’t seen any of the others come out yet,” I explained.
Olivia gave me a wide eyed’oh’ expression. She had no idea what I was talking about.
“Angelica is a jellyfish, she’s the one that carried us out of danger. There’s also Hairy, a highland ox, and Tyberius, he’s a segmented mechanical… thing,” I explained.
“Kind of like those centipedes?” Olivia asked.
“Kind of, but much, much bigger,” I admitted. He was kind of like those centipedes, now that she mentioned it.
While we were discussing, Pam and the team leader seemed to finish their conversation. The man carefully picked up the crying girl and carried her into the intake area, away from the scene of the carnage.
Pam started heading our way, but before she could the reception phone rang. She frowned, and redirected to pick it up. She was only there for a minute or two before hanging up and moving over to where Olivia and I were sitting.
“Are you girls alright?” she asked.
“Well Olivia doesn’t seem to be doubled over in pain and I’m no longer having a panic attack, so yeah, I think we’re good now,” I replied smartly, receiving a snort from Olivia.
“Good,” Pam replied. She actually seemed to be relieved at the news. Actually, now that I looked at her she seemed way more relaxed, and a lot more affable. She’d dropped her tough attitude at the end of the emergency as was back to the kindly aunt that had greeted us when we first stepped inside the building.
“I heard what you said back there, and I know you’re both late for orientation, but would you mind waiting just for five more minutes? I promise that I’ll vouch for you, and you won’t get in trouble,” Pam asked politely.
Olivia and I exchanged a glance, and I shrugged.
“Sure. I assume it’s because you need us to make a statement or something,” I said.
“Not quite,” Pam replied with a slight wince. “After calling Dr. Michaels, to let her know what was going on she decided to watch the situation on the security cameras. She wants to see you both.”
“Right now?” Olivia asked, surprised. “Last time I was there I was told all appointments had to be booked weeks in advance.”
“That was before,” Pam said. “Now you’re both being bumped up to the high priority research candidates.”
“I don’t know if I like the sound of that,” I muttered.
“It’s not bad,” Pam said quickly. “It just means that your powers are unique enough that you’ll get priority status at the lab. If you think you feel a rift forming, and you're close enough to the lab, they’ll clear all appointments in order to try and record what you’re experiencing. They may figure out how to make thte experience less… uncomfortable for you.”
“That’s all I needed to know,” Olivia exclaimed, jumping out of her seat. “Let’s go!”
I climbed to my feet much slower. “Alright, I understand why the doc would want to see Olivia, but why me?”
“Unfortunately, I’m not sure about that. I assume it has to do something with your unique powers,” Pam said. “I’ve seen a lot of Empowered over the years, and I’ve never seen someone deliver with a rift in such an indirect, yet effective way before.”
“Yeah, well… You wouldn’t think my powers were that special if you saw what I went through at the last Rift,” I said, flashing the bandages wrapped around my palms. “I almost died.”
“That must have been some rift,” Pam muttered. “You shouldn’t beat yourself up about it, you just awakened, and your powers aren’t a match for someone that’s more developed, or the Rifts they leave behind. You should be proud that you survived a situation like that.”
“If you say so…” I muttered. “So, where is this lab? I know I was supposed to get an appointment to visit it soon, but I haven’t been yet.”
“Oh, it’s not that far. Follow me,” Pam declared.
Instead of heading for the front doors she led us to a set of heavy, locked double doors located on the opposite side of the reception area. This wasn’t where I’d come to do my registration, or orientation, it was a completely different part of the building.
Before leaving the lobby I glanced down the far hallway, hoping to signal to my friends that we were leaving. Except, they weren’t there. The security team was still there, sweeping the rooms, but there was no sign of my friends.
I frowned. Even though I wanted to run down there and look for them I knew Pam would never allow it. The rift might have closed, but it was still an active combat area. If I asked Pam to wait there was no guarantee that they’d come wandering back anytime soon. This wasn’t the first time my friends had disappeared. They always showed up again later, and they never told me where they’d gone, just that they’d had ‘business elsewhere’.
Now that I knew they weren’t just figments of my imagination I wished I’d insisted on knowing where they had been.
Biting my lip I followed Pam and Olivia into a short hallway which only seemed to contain a pair of elevators, located along one wall, and a set of stairs leading down. Pam led us down the stairs, which seemed to go down two or three levels before ending in another locked door.
Beyond that was another landing, nearly identical to the one upstairs, but the style down here was a lot cleaner. More clinical. Pam stepped over to the scanner next to the security doors at the end of the hallway, and they popped open revealing… a hospital?
I knew it must have been the lauded lab area, but it looked like some sort of state of the art medical clinic. We walked past a handful of traditional examination rooms, empty but open so I could see inside as we approached what appeared to be a hospital reception desk.
Well, almost a typical hospital reception desk. The nurses sitting there were pretty normal. The pair of guards standing behind them in flak vests and carrying assault rifles, were not. I turned to look at Pam in alarm.
“Relax, since the labs contain some of the most advanced tech, and some of the BEI’s top scientists, the security team always sends someone to lock down the area, and prevent any abnormalities breaking in. Many of the machines down here emit a low level of instability. Not enough to allow rifts to form, but they’re more than enough to attract the attention of unwanted visitors,” Pam explained as she wandered up to the desk.
“Hey Pam, did the boys upstairs manage to suppress the rift already?” one of the nurses asked, a mousy brunette with thick glasses. “That sure was fast.”
“Hey Genine,” Pam replied, leaning on the counter. “We were lucky this time. Not only was the rift caused by a newly awakened Empowered girl, so it wasn’t that strong, but we had someone around to take care of it.”
When Pam threw a thumb my way I couldn’t help but blush slightly. I wasn’t used to people appreciating me.
“Apparently the doc Michaels was watching the entire thing, and she wants to have a word with these two. Would you mind buzzing us in?”
Genine nodded, and the heavy doors to my left clicked. As we stepped through I did a double take. If the front area looked like a medical clinic, this area looked more like a science lab. Nearly every room either had some sort of high tech machine, or looked more like a testing area.
There were a couple rooms that looked like they had extra insulation, heavily padded walls, there was even one that had a thick, heavily pitted metal plate bolted to the wall.
“This place gives me bad vibes,” Tyberius muttered, making me jump.
“Where did you guys go?” I hissed. “You seemed to disappear right after that rift closed, I was worried about you.”
“We had business to take care of!” Hairy exclaimed jovally.
“Yeah, well, that was a valid excuse when all you guys could do was keep me company. Now that I know you can fight interdimensional invaders I want a little more information,” I hissed.
It took me a moment to realize that our group had stopped, and both Pam and Olivia were looking at me. “Your friends back?” Olivia smiled.
I felt my cheeks heat up, and I nodded woodenly. It had been a long time since I’d talked to my friends so blatantly in public, and even longer since I was caught doing it.
“Well, I’m not quite sure what you two are going on about, but this is the doctor’s office,” Pam said, looking me over. “You ready to introduce yourself?”
“No,” I replied smiling weakly. “But there’s no point in putting things off. Let’s meet the doctor.”
Comments
Shannon Livingston
I haven't decided how bad it gunna be yet. I want this to be more of a gritty, somewhat grounded superhero-ish story, so she's not going to be a supervillian. Enthusiastic, yes. Then again, if you were studying the effect of particles and discovered someone that could provide an early warning, and someone that didn't have the side effect, you'd probably be excited so...
Irish Not Sane
Fun chapter, feel bad for them having to see the head doc.
Shannon Livingston
suspicious -_-
HikinBear
“We had business to take care of!” Hairy exclaimed jovally. Yeah, we suddenly need to know that business. 😐
