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He fell, but he never hit the ground.
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Mitchel
“Sinclair!”Mitchell yelled, desperation filling his voice. “Sinclair!”
There were supernaturals running everywhere, and mixed in among them were marauding humans. A large section of the assembly hall lay crumpled onto the street. What remained standing was charred black and smoldering. Part of the building was on fire. But none of that mattered now that he’d lost his grip on Sinclair’s arm.
Impossible to backtrack to search for him. The crowd was too thick. Everyone was crazed.
The air hummed hot with chaos. Humans with machine guns began to flee. The supernaturals who’d figured out what was going on hunted after them. Mitchel saw them take chase and growled his frustration.
Sinclair was nowhere to be seen.
Mitchel spotted a large work truck and leaped onto the hood for a better vantage point. He scanned the crowd, searching for the familiar pale hair and flushed cheeks.
Nothing but insanity.
From his perch, he could see flames.
“Sinclair!” he yelled again, but he couldn’t hear himself over the din.
How was the little vampire supposed to hear him? He spotted Nathan and yelled at him instead. “Nathan! This way. I need your help.” He waved his arms, but Nathan neither heard nor saw him in the melee, running for safety himself.
At least Nathan was okay. He hoped Eleanor had found her way out safely. He hadn’t been able to help her.
Among the disorder and smoke, it was hard to make out anything. But there had been humans where there definitely shouldn’t have been humans.
He checked out the frantic crowd of swarming bodies for any sign of Sinclair, scanning along the perimeter, searching in grid fashion, ruling out one sector at a time.
Nothing.
Nothing…and then, in the distance, a human leaped into a white van at the far edge of the parking lot.
The van sped off like a bat out of hell. He waited for someone to pursue them, but no one did. No other supernatural had noticed. The humans were getting away. He was torn between chasing them and staying to find Sinclair.
He stayed.
“Sinclair!”
“Sinclair!”
CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO
Article by Supernatural Times Reporter Keller McCray
Emergency Alert!
Panic! Chaos! Death!
The Edictof Secrecy has been broken. News of our existence leaked to humanity early this morning. Our worst fears are realized. They’ve attacked our people and our sanctuary. None are safe.
At approximately 8:52 p.m. Sunday evening, not an hour after sunset, an explosion rocked the peace convention. Humans bombed the east wing of the Oak City Assembly Hall, killing dozens and injuring hundreds. Reports are still coming in of those wounded, dead, and missing.
Nine humans were killed, and four have been taken alive and are currently being questioned by enforcers. We’re told they’ve clearance to use any means necessary.
We do not know how many got away in the chaos.
