登入The light swallowed Haven Nine.I couldn't see the buildings, the soldiers or even my own hands. There was only the red sky and the violent pressure gathering around Zane.Then the bond snapped tight.I dropped to one knee.A wave of terror crashed through me, followed by an unfamiliar sensation that felt like standing at the edge of something impossibly deep.“Zane!”His silhouette flickered in the light.The creatures surrounding him had stopped advancing. Their distorted bodies trembled, pinned beneath an invisible force. Cracks spread through the road, branching toward the evacuation entrance.“Everyone back!” Kael shouted.The soldiers retreated behind the remaining barriers. Voss pulled two injured men out of the exposed street while Darius ushered civilians farther into the drainage passage.I tried to stand.The pressure in the air pushed me down again.Zane's hands were raised. Red light crawled over his arms, gathering around his fingers. The creatures began lifting from the
The first scream came from the eastern perimeter.The second came from the watchtower.Then the alarm began.Its shrill pulse filled the maintenance station. Voss snatched his communicator from his belt, and a red warning flashed across its screen.“Breach at the eastern wall. Multiple contacts.”“How many?” Kael demanded.Voss stared at the display. “The sensors can't count them.”A distant impact shook dust from the ceiling.“Mutated creatures,” I said.“Confirmed,” Voss replied. “They're moving through the residential blocks.”Kael was already issuing orders. “We evacuate through the drainage route. Voss, divide your people and secure the western passage. Nobody uses it without confirmation. The northern tunnel stays sealed.”A burst of static interrupted him.“Main gate authorization denied! The council is refusing civilian passage!”Kael's expression hardened.“Of course they are.”He turned to me. “Odette, organize the evacuation. Darius will establish a treatment point near the
The first thing I learned after being declared a traitor's accomplice was that Haven Nine had an impressive number of doors that no longer opened for us.The second was that Kael's soldiers were beginning to regret their choice.Not all of them. Voss remained steady, and the others who had followed Kael understood what refusing the execution order meant. But they had families, assigned quarters, and people still inside the sanctuary. The council's announcement had turned every familiar corridor into a potential checkpoint.We were sheltering in an abandoned maintenance station beneath the eastern residential block. It had once housed equipment for the sanctuary's water system. Now it contained a dead control panel, several storage cabinets, and enough dust to suggest nobody had used it in months.Kael stood over a map Voss had recovered from a local terminal.“We have three possible exits,” Voss said. “The northern service tunnel is sealed. The western freight passage is monitored. Th
Kael received the execution order while standing in the command room.He read it once. Then again, slower, as if the words might rearrange themselves into something less monstrous.SUBJECT: ODETTE TURNER.TRANSFER STATUS: AUTHORIZED.ESCORT COMMANDER: KAEL DRAVEN.LETHAL FORCE AUTHORIZED IF SUBJECT RESISTS TRANSFER.Below it, a final instruction left no room for interpretation.EXECUTE SUBJECT IF RESISTANCE PREVENTS SECURE TRANSFER.For several seconds, nobody in the room spoke.Kael lowered the display.“Commander?” Lieutenant Voss asked.“Verify the order's authorization.”“Council seal is valid. It came through the central command channel.”“I didn't ask whether the seal was valid. Verify who issued it.”Voss hesitated. “The senior councilor's office.”Kael looked toward the operations table. A map of Haven Nine hovered above it, showing the administrative wing, infirmary, residential blocks, and transfer route. A red marker identified Odette's current location.He had been given r
The first sign that the council had moved against me was the silence. The infirmary had been noisy all morning with patients calling for water and staff arguing over supplies. Then the doors sealed, and every sound shrank beneath the locks.Darius looked up from the recovery cot, still pale but no longer as exhausted. He had followed the restrictions on his ability.“Is that normal?” he asked.“No.”My communicator flashed, then went black. A red line appeared above the infirmary entrance.“By order of the Haven Nine Council,” a voice announced, “Odette Turner is to be detained pending investigation into sanctuary contamination, unauthorized ability interference, and the manipulation of registered ability users.”The doors opened.Six guards entered in formation. Their uniforms carried the council insignia, but the weapons in their hands were not standard restraint batons. They were suppression cuffs, designed to interfere with ability use. Two guards carried them ready.The physician
Darius refused to use his ability for three days.Not because he had lost the desire to help people, but because the physician had made it a condition of his recovery. His collapse had left him weak, and the council's records had revealed how much strain he had endured without knowing the full extent of it.He took the restriction seriously.Mostly.On the second morning, I caught him trying to help a nurse lift a supply crate.“Put that down.”He looked over his shoulder. “It's not heavy.”“Then the nurse can carry it.”“She has been on her feet all morning.”“And you've been recovering from a collapse.”“I can still use my arms.”“Wonderful. You can use them to hold your cup of water.”The nurse hid a smile as she took the crate from him.Darius gave me a resigned look. “You're enjoying this.”“A little.”He returned to his chair, muttering something about unreasonable supervision.Despite the occasional argument, he was making progress. His hands no longer trembled constantly, and







