"What?" Connor mutters, looking around the place, seeing a group of guards running forward- towards the entrance's direction. An odd feeling seem to strucked him in the back, seeing troops of guards running forward as a group of civilians begin to push through. "Let me through. I'm already clear!" yelled through the crowd of people struggling pass the guards.

  "What's going on?" his jaw tighten as he clenches his fist, looking around the other frozen crowd. "Is this b-bad" stuttering her words with her hands pressed towards her chest. "Let me through!" another yells behind the guard. "The hell!!!" he could hear Princi shouting ecstatically from a far-noticing her arms swinging around in the air, in excitement. "Behave yourself!!" he uncontrollably yelled out towards her on the other side.

  "This is unpredictable" he admits to himself, wondering on whats going on around him. What was he supposed to do now? Why does something feel wrong about this? He wonders, asking Jesse to stay back as he amble towards the struggling parties-the civilians pushing forwards as the guards try to hold them back-noticing the gathering of the crowd and guards around the booths.

  Civilians around seem to be gathered into groups by guards as they waited for things to settle down. "Hey whats the issue around here?" Connor pulls over one of the guards. "The psychic's don't seem to be responding" an agent respond. "Base 11 here. You must be from Base 12?" the agent introduced himself, stepping forward in a calm stance. "Connor I presume?" the agent asked, "Paul" he introduced himself., sharing his hand.

  "Right?" he awkwardly shakes, glancing towards the guards trying to pry open one of the booths doors. "None of them seem to responding. The doors seem to be locked" Paul explains, watching the guards beginning to open up the booth. "Sir sir" another agent call out towards Paul, signaling them to come over.

  The urge to vomit out his guts seem to gotten stronger everyday. "What the fuck" choking on his tongue, trying to put the words in the right way. Baffled at the look of the psychic's dismembered pieces laid inside the booth. "Guards hold everyone down!!" Paul reports over the radio.

  "Whats going on?" Pam's voice calls out on his radio. "Bad situation" he whispered on it, hands shaken-unable to hold himself. A sunken look on the man's face with his lower jaw taken apart like the floors of a tower abruptly gone. Now he wanted to just smile, maybe even laugh at the dead man's face. That distorted look, how would that guys funeral is going to be like, what would his family feel? Had he not known that he is dead yet? His missing limbs and face all apart from one another.

  What could he had saw? Did he knew what happen? Was he lucky? All these thoughts seem to run around in his mind, does he feel scared? He questioned himself, squeezing his chest, trying to think straight on whats going on? Should he call Andi? What do I do? What do I do?

  Another booth was unlocked. The arm of a woman fell off, her head split right down the middle. "Somebody cover her!!" a man yelled out noticing torn pieces of her clothes, apart-revealing her nude parts to all. "Don't cover her!!" someone else yelled out. "Everybody stop yelling!!" Paul cries out. What the hell is this? Connor kept questioning himself. Unable to feel what he is seeing, of all the chaos that he had been played in, why go up the notch now?

  "Brother are you going to be alright" his sisters concern for him going overseas for work. A feeling of tranquility seem to drown him, patting the head of his two sisters as he promises them to be good out there. "Brother? Would you come back?" his little brother asked, standing further away from the door-hiding half his body behind a wall. "I'll visit as much as I can" he promises.

  "Would you?" his little brother asked once again. "Why would you ask?" he nervous at his little brother's tone. Where was that innocent look he always has?

  Suddenly, his house wasn't there anymore. His little sister aren't here. The presence of his parents being around, faded to white. "Would you?" his little brother asked once again. "Are you gonna find me?".

  "Wake up"

  "Wake up" Pam call out to him, squeezing his shoulder. "What happened?" he asked, eyes annoyingly peered towards the light. Where am I? he questions, was this the security room? "Nearly had a riot" Paul answered, lighting a cigarette. "One of your understudies have been detain" he adds. "Why?"

  "She kicked one of the civilians that got pass security"

  "No I didn't" Princi retorts, hands cuffed against the table. Light headed, he sighs, feeling the weight of his mind on his head. "Just let her go" he sighs, leaving the everyone else in the security room. "What is wrong with him?" Paul asked. "He needs some time to cool off" Pam answered, unlocking Princi.

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  "Laugh at me motherfucker!!" a man screams and kicks against a guard, sending fear to the others around him. "Hey stop" Connor tries to stop the man, freezing with the realization of the guard and the man's face. A young face in his mid-20s, long strains of hair covering over his eyes and face with unconcerned look towards Connor, with the guard carrying himself up. Looking the same as his attacker. "Anything wrong sir?" a woman came over, letting his senses relax. Maybe their just slightly identical.

  "What the...." his voice drowns itself out. Looking at the woman concern as she walks over towards him. "Are you ok sir?" she asked, her dress two sizes larger to her stature, he could even see the straps of her bra on her shoulder. Her hair, long and dark, frisky and radiating feeling of disgust hiding between the each strand. "Who are you?" he ask, readying himself to run. "Is there anything wrong sir?" she asked against , showing her face, not one to similar to the other two before.

  "What is this?" in disgust. Taking a step back from those three, slowly having each step he takes count, making sure to have him further and further away from them. "Wait sir come back" the woman begs, walking steadfast towards him.

  "Hey Connor" Paul ran up towards him, catching himself between Connor and three strangers. Handing him a cigarette with a sincere smile on his face, with an eyes of concern looking back at him. Abruptly, a hand reaches out for his face. "What did you do?" Connor questions again, pulling his gun out towards the three. Watching as Paul, still undenounced to the situation-trying to set him at ease.

  Noticing the different tone of skin, fraternized at the tip between Paul's face and the woman's fingers. Ripples and wrinkles, spreading up towards the side of Paul's face, the muscle under his skin crawling underneath before collapsing as he questions this light headedness. Mouth sore, stepping back, gun pointed towards the group. "Connor don't shoot" Paul's voice reaches out to him. "Its all alright" he assures, his face contorting with the colour of his hair changing as the length of it elongates over most of his face.

  Standing up, neck down similar like the old Paul. "Connor its all alright now" all four of them spoke. The uncanny similarity of their faces across all of them, each voice, distinct from another yet the same words are said. "Connor its alright now" they repeated.

  Bang!

  Taking a shot against them, leaving them collapsed-unmoving. The other three, indifferent, without a drop of emotions or concern, charging forward. Firing another round, hitting their limbs as they continue the pursue-splitting off, reaching their hands out to bystanders.

  "Run faster!" Princi's voice propagate through out the mall's enclose space with a sharp tone striking in the ears of everyone as a sudden gust of wind manifested inside. Zooming its stubborn path passed Connor. Only managing to catch a brief glance of what was thrown.

  "Bullseye" she celebrates, taking a victorious stretch.

  Ears blurred from the impact, surrounded by silhouettes of people-jostling around each other. "Come on lets go" he could read Pam's lips, squeezing his hands tightly, pulling him through the crowd full of panicked faces, haunting all around him. Their faces, distorted into gapping faces, hands waving in the air-reaching out with each finger pulling and reaching towards him-kids crying, mothers losing their children in the chaos, others with their faces twitching and shifting as their hair grows.

  "There's more now!" shocked at the sudden surge of similar faces within the sea of many. "Don't let them touch you!!" Connor yells out, pushing pass a man, firing a bullet towards one of these people. "Their spreading!" Jesse cries out, stumbling to the floor. Closing in towards her legs, a man with the indifferent face, like a mask being worn by everybody-feeling hiding behind them.

  "Its all ok" the man spoke before dying to Princi in a fatal blow with the end of Princi's spear. Her face equally morbid as the posses clones of their unknown perpetrator. Gleefully smiling at the prospect for more.

  "Don't laugh!" Connor warns her, sending rounds of after rounds toward an unending crowd. "Lock the building" he tells Pam. Looking at him with a defeated look at the request with her radio in one hand and an empty gun in the other, her lips waver, unsure on what should be said right now. "I don't thing that possible" she admits, leaving him perplexed at what she just said. "What do you mean" eyes stucked looking back at her, unable to focus on whats going around them. "They have flooded the building" her words shaken "We're surrounded".

  Disrupting the news he just heard, both their radios announced. "Need back up!!" the voice of a man clearly in distress with a rounds of gunfire raining in the background as he speaks, before he could continue. Abruptly, a swoosh tears through his voice as the radio falls to static, before reaching undisturbed silence. "What?" they both muttered over their radios.

  A cold sensation seem to perched up on the both of them like the cold surface of a can soda being pressed against the back of your neck. "That was sad" the smooth voice of someone slithered into their eyes. Trusting their guts they fired at the voice with the sensation of the air carefully graces upon them. Collapsing to the floor with deep slash drawn over their chest as they laid there within the chaos.

  "Well that what an organized attack don't you think" the woman exclaims, standing tall above them, her short hair flowing pass her face. A curtain poorly covering the beauty that sits behind them. "Now may I know your names?" she asked, leaving the two agents in disbelief, what kind of monster ask for their names?