Free Undisclosed by Jon Mills Page B

anything more than peering over his hand. He felt his feet touch the ground as he was pulled down towards the floor.
    “Lincoln, the door,” a girl said.
    That voice .
    It was the girl he’d heard the night of the crash. A boy, similar in height to Travis but slightly older, with hair swept back behind his ears, swiftly moved ahead and grasped the door, preventing it from slamming. The boy shot a quick glance down the hallway before closing the door.
    The girl came into view, crouching at Travis’s side. “Okay, I think you can stop suffocating him, Mason,” she said. Travis took in a large breath as he felt himself being released. He slammed backwards against the cold iron stairwell and that’s when he saw them.
    His eyes danced between the three figures facing him. There was the girl in tight-fitting pants, a handgun strapped to her upper leg, her jet-black hair hanging down—the same girl he had seen in the car outside The Daily Grind. The other larger boy with her, the one that was glaring at him and had practically broken his ribs, was tall, muscular, with shaved hair and a stubble face. Before he could get a good look at the third boy, the girl spoke.
    “Where is it?” the girl demanded.
    “What are you going on about?” Travis said.
    “Great! Told you he didn’t know, now can I go crack some heads?” Mason said, moving up to the door. “Lincoln, what do you think?”
    The other boy, Lincoln, spun around. “Uh, I think we better speed this up; they’re on the move and their heading this way.”
    Lincoln and Mason ducked down and pulled back from the door.
    “Stay quiet,” the girl said, moving close to him and touching her fingers against Travis’s lips as she looked in the direction of the door. And then it happened; her eyes turned from a shocking blue to completely liquid black with not a speck of white to be seen.
    Travis couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He looked over at the other two, and their eyes had changed too.
    Travis knew this wasn’t going to end well. Whoever these drug-fueled psycho maniacs were it didn’t look like they were going to settle for anything less than what they came to get, and he wasn’t going to stick around to find out what that was. He knew his only hope was to make a break for it.
    Travis sprang up, knocking the girl back, and launched the ice at the other two as he bolted out the door and fell headfirst onto the corridor floor.
    Turning towards his room, maybe only six doors away, the two men paused for a moment, studying him before they began their approach. Travis scrambled to his feet and darted in the other direction, his heart thumping in his chest. He had barely made it a few feet when he felt himself being hurtled in the air down the corridor by an invisible force. When he slammed into a gurney, pain shot up his neck and blood splattered as the metal tore through his skin. He turned to see Mason and Lincoln stepping in between him and the men.
    “Get him out of here,” Lincoln yelled, motioning to the girl who was already heading his way.
    “Guardians!” one of the men hissed.
    Travis saw flames emerge from Mason’s palms. Bright swirls of blue and yellow tongues coiled their way around his wrists and in an instant he hurled the mass of fire through the air at the men, sending one careening backwards.
    The other man reacted in fury, casting an entire gurney as if it was nothing more than a child’s toy.
    When the girl reached him, she took a hold of Travis’s arm and hoisted him up.
    “What the hell is going on?” Travis yelled
    “You’re in the middle of a war—now, MOVE!” she hollered.
    They took off towards the window at the far end of the corridor. Before they reached it she extended her arm towards the window. It shattered as if an invisible hammer had struck the glass, sending shards flying. Attached to the wall was a red metal cabinet containing a fire hose. She raised her hand, gave it a quick flick of the wrist, and the door