"Valen! Come back here!" Carla screamed from her location in the building, attracting the attention of passersby who looked towards her, but she did not care. Mr. Valen was not responding to her command.
He just looked down and resumed walking away.
Recalling how fearfully he acted just moments before, Carla realized her mistake. 'I fell for his person suit,' she thought turning away from the window, her blue eyes wide, irises trembling, her chest heaving as she stomped like a spoiled child.
For a while, she stormed around the room, thinking of the best way to deal with her newfound problem.
"I got it," she clapped her palms together, her breath hitching with the decision. 'First I'll call his school and declare him mentally unwell, but I'd imagine he wouldn't come willingly, I'd need police assistance. Hmm, not a problem.'
Suddenly, she turned her head and took note of the lifeless body on the floor, her eyes narrowing slightly.
Retrieving her phone from her pocket, she then dialled a number, waiting as it rang.
"Hello, Dr. Carla," a guttural male voice came from the other end, greeting Carla warmly.
"I need you to come with your team and clean up," she said, her voice deliberately light.
"Alright, we were already on your floor anyway," the man answered, cutting the call.
"That's better-" Carla cut herself short as she heard the sound of multiple sirens all focusing on a single location, getting louder by the moment.
Quickly, she then ran towards the window, and saw (much to her horror) multiple police vehicles approaching, parking right in front of the hospital.
"He didn't," she breathed, watching the situation unfold; officers swarmed into the building, guns in hand. They hardly even paused to set a perimeter.
"We're here," a guttural voice sounded out, shocking Carla back to attention, her gaze turning to the orderlies who had just arrived.
If Mr. Valen were here he would recognize them as the same group of men that Carla had compelled to forget what they saw, and like clockwork, they stared in shock at the dead body lying in a pool of its own blood.
"You do not care about the body, attack any police officer you see, protect me at all costs," Carla commanded immediately, a purple glow flashing in the depths of her eyes.
The four men froze as the purple marks on their chests pulsed, concealed by their clothes.
With that, Carla practically ran to her drawer, grabbing a black hoodie. But at that moment.
"Police, everyone on the ground!" A loud voice broke out, as police officers stormed the room.
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A moment before, Sergeant Henry stormed into the reception with four police personnel by his side.
"Officer Mark, you're the only one with a shield, you're point, Cornel, Lopez, Bradley, you're angles I'm rear guard," Sergeant Henry barked orders.
"Yes, sir," all officers responded as they fell into place, moving in a straightish line through the reception.
The receptionist was the first person they came across, "on the ground," Mark yelled, forcing the terrified woman to the floor as he rushed into her work station, and searched her.
"Clear he shouted," his voice grim as he spoke to her. "Any idea what's going on on the fifth floor?"
"No I-I-" the woman stammered, confused, her eyes moving rapidly.
Seeing this, Mark directed. "Move outside, quietly."
As Mark did this, Lopez had already secured the elevator, "clear," she sang, her voice grim.
The group quickly processed, rushing up the stairs, their movements quick and intentional, their M18s pointed at different angles.
Any civilian they came across was immediately searched and directed to leave the building.
'Is this call even valid?' Sergeant Henry thought, as all they had noted so far was a bunch of terrified civilians.
And like so, they reached the fifth floor, silently communicating with hand signals as they pushed open door after door.
Their rapid movements and loaded firearms scared the living daylights out of the therapists they came across, some in sessions with patients.
These people were subdued, searched, and directed to leave the floor, all while being forced to remain as quiet as possible.
In time, they arrived at Dr. Carla's office, with two officers standing by each side, loaded and ready.
Mark being the one with a ballistic shield, put his hands on the door, waiting for an order to open. Henry, on the other hand, paused and listened, but the office was quiet, with the faint sound of hurried steps.
"Command 4L1, this is SWAT 1. We are on scene, geared up, and active. We are entering the building and proceeding to the fifth floor. What is your sitrep?" A barely audible voice broke through his comms.
"SWAT 1. 4L1 responding. We are preparing to engage, situation unclear, over," Sergeant Henry responded, his tone hushed.
There was a brief pause, and then his comms hissed again. "SWAT is active and moving up. Do you want my units to form a stack and provide backup, or hold our position? Over."
"SWAT, you are backup," Henry spoke, his voice grim. "Get up here now. All other units, this is 4L1. I need a hard perimeter established immediately. Secure every exit, stairwell, and elevator in this building. No one in or out. Confirm."
"Breach!" Sergeant Henry then ordered with renewed confidence, prompting Mark to push open the door.
"Police! Everyone on the ground," Sergeant Henry yelled as they stormed the room behind Mark.
The moment they got in, they saw that the room was scattered, with shattered tables, broken chairs, and a dead body on the floor. The information was valid.
Henry then noted a woman wearing a hoodie and four burly orderlies, who, upon noticing his crew, rushed towards them.
They moved with the kind of intensity and reckless abandon that would make one shudder.
"Bang!"
One of the orderlies slammed into Mark, who blocked with his shield, and that alone was enough.
"Bam!" A loud gunshot rang out as Sergeant Henry shot one of the orderlies in the chest, his actions not deterring the crazed man in the slightest, who tried with all his might to reach him.
"Bam!" The sound of a gunshot rang out as he and his men doubled down, lodging bullet after bullet on the crazed men.
"Freeze!" Officer Lopez caught sight of the woman, (the therapist) moving from the corner of her eye, and immediately pointed her weapon at her.
But the therapist did not stop, dashing across the room with nigh instantaneous movement.
"Bam!" Lopez fired at her in panic, but she missed, and in an instant, the blonde-haired woman in a hoodie was upon her.
"Servire!" She growled, and in that instant, Lopez felt a cold invasive feeling overwhelm her.
"Protect me at all costs," the therapist whispered in her ears, compelling Officer Lopez to immediately fire at Mark.
"Bam!"
Her shot rang out in the room, penetrating Mark's side, pushing him off balance; fortunately, he was wearing a vest.
"What the fuck Lopez!" Sergeant Henry cursed, his eyes narrowed to slits at the strange circle on Lopez's head. 'What in the exorcist is that?'
He immediately aimed and fired at the therapist behind Lopez, but "whoosh!" Carla was already on the move, her target (Mark) who had been disoriented by the pain, he must have broken a rub or two.
"Bam!"
"Bam!"
Lopez kept the rest of her teammates at bay, her shot landing on Cornel, piercing his neck and killing him immediately, blood splashing in the air.
Officer Bradley and Sergeant Henry managed to dive out the door, while the rest of the orderlies lay dead, all shot down.
"Servire!" Carla's voice sounded out once more, her tone heavy, she had used her superior physical strength to overpower Mark.
"Attack those two men at the door, and anyone else who tries to attack me," she whispered to him, before rushing towards the window.
Back in the hallway, Officer Bradley turned to Henry, who was also looking at him, and as though reaching an agreement, they simultaneously turned to shoot at Carla.
"Bam!"
"Bam!"
Counter shots from Lopez and Mark greeted them, forcing them to take cover again, "the fuck was that!" Officer Bradley shouted with widened eyes, not just because his teammates had turned against him, but because of what he saw.
"SWAT 1. Where is that backup! We're under fire!" Sergeant Henry shouted into his comms, his eyes widened.
"We're on our way," his comms hissed back.
He turned to the edge of the hallway and could see a string of men in black tactical gear approaching.
Meanwhile, within the room, Carla's black demonic tail had materialized from her backside, it was this sight that both Bradley and Henry had seen.
"Swoosh!"
Her tail streaked towards the window, ripping the iron bars from their hinges, 'I'm down to six,' she thought as she opened the window and jumped out.
In that exact moment, SWAT swarmed the room exchanging fire with Lopez and Mark.