Chapter 23: Make your choice
"Go on. Tear them apart. I bet you don’t have the guts."
Amanda says, cold amusement in her voice as she manipulates the actions of dozens of survivors, their movements rabid and their minds utterly lost. She chuckles at how they shamble forward like zombies.
Father David makes the first move, unleashing a low intensity concussive wave that staggers the mind controlled group. His face falls at the sight of the recovering survivors and unleashes a heavier blast.
The second blast sends them flying backwards, some hitting the ground hard enough to bend limbs the wrong way. It doesn’t matter, however, as they continue moving forward in spite of their injuries.
"Come on! Let’s see some blood!!" shouts Denise as she clenches her fist in front of her. "AAAAHHH!!" Her small action elicits pained screams from Henrick’s group as they curl up into fetal positions, desperately trying to stop the pain coursing through their body in any way they can.
Electricity builds under Henrick’s skin, his eyes glowing as he steps forward in grim determination, prepared for what he has to do. David places a hand in front of him, terrified of the look on the soldier’s face. "Wait, we can find another way!"
The priest’s words don’t register to Henrick as he shoves David to the side, narrowly preventing him from dying as a few glass shards suddenly pierce through the air. "The heck? Glass?" Henrick shouts as he claps his hand together, creating a small shockwave of electricity that stuns the shambling survivors and Eric’s lackeys.
Suddenly, an unseen force locks onto Henrick’s body and holds him in place, the ground fracturing at the telekinetic grip on his body. Inch by inch, the soldier is forced onto his knees, his body unable to muster much strength as he recovers from the improvements made by the dark purple liquid.
"Telekinesis, actually. Now watch as everyone dies." says Timothy, cruelty practically dripping from his smile as he watches David desperately trying to keep the survivors back. Concussive blasts continue to shoot out, all the while the rest of the group starts bleeding from their orifices at the intense pain.
"Father!! You have...to kill her!!!" Henrick shouts, his aching muscles protesting the force he’s exerting on the mental hold. The priest grits his teeth in frustration at the lack of hesitation from the mind controlled survivors, his blows becoming less sure and more subdued.
Denise clenches another fist that forcibly rips out shrieks of pain from the rest of the group. Henrick and Father David feel the effects, but grit their teeth through the agony. The others aren’t so lucky.
Selene starts vomiting blood, her insides churning violently at Denise’s ability. The others follow with varying levels of blood loss, their skins turning pale as the pain brings them to the brink of shock.