Page 45 of The Last Ultimatum: Part 2

There was only one man working the night shift and his hand was shaking badly as he fired off shots until we overwhelmed him and disarmed him of his weapon.

“Let’s go! Hurry!” a large man instructed as he held the gun in the air and motioned people outside.

Hundreds of us poured out into the parking lot behind the room with the dead bodies and the bay doors.

There was a sense of excitement in the air.

We were free!

So many came by to thank me, but the truth was, none of us had any idea where we were or where to go next. We just stood around or ran off just to get away from this place with no real direction in mind.

It was mass hysteria.

I found out later that a human nearby pulled out their phone and livestreamed it all.

Soon after cops filled the area wanting to take statements that no one wanted to give.

We were shifters. We never wanted to draw human attention like this.

Across the pavement I saw him standing there, watching me.

“It’s Egan Bridger. He’s behind all of this. Him and his mother, Helen,” I screamed pointing to Egan.

“Ma’am? Can I take your statement?” an officer asked.

“Not until you place that man into custody for the torture and death of so many.”

Egan looked around, panicked for the first time, and then turned to blend in with the crowd. It was almost as if he’d just faded away, nothing more than a figment of my imagination.

Unfortunately for him, others took notice too and then even more until a group of ladies tackled him to the ground and sat on him until the police had him in handcuffs. Suddenlyeveryone wanted to make a statement just to ensure that arsehole went away for good.

“Thank you,” said the woman with the little boy who had helped me with the cages.

“There’s no need to thank me. I wanted out of there as much as the rest of you.”

“But you were the only one brave enough to make it happen. Now look at us.”

She gave me a hug and ruffled the hair of her son.

As I turned the corner of the building, I caught a glimpse of a furious Helen fade away. Looking around I realized it was too late. She was going to get away.

I started towards a cop, but Helen raised her hand and hit some sort of button in her hand. The whole building exploded.

I hit the pavement and did my best to shield myself and a few others nearby from flying debris.

It took a few minutes for the initial blast to subside.

My ears were ringing, but several of those around me were safe and unharmed.

There was a sting from my leg and took me a few minutes to get oriented enough to understand I’d taken a hit from shrapnel and was bleeding.

For a moment I had a flashback of watching Aaron bleed out on the floor. Some of his blood still stained my clothes.

It took a while for me to rein in my emotions as I sat there on the pavement in the middle of it all. It looked like a really bad action film set all around me, or at least how I’d imagine one being. But this wasn’t fiction. This was real.

Once I regained control of my emotions and wasn’t quite so dizzy from the blast, I stood up. An officer ran over to assist and check on me.

Just to be sure they knew about Helen, I made him take my statement. It was the least I could do for Maxine, Aaron, andso many others who had lost their lives at the hands of these maniacs.

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