Chapter 3
"Okay Jemma, where we heading?" Skye asks once they are clear of the plane.
"Head east for now." Jemma replied.
"Okay." Skye glanced at Mack, "Let's go." They started down the street, trying not to draw attention to themselves. Which was pretty easy because everyone seemed preoccupied with talking about the Inhuman who had passed by just minutes ago, or cleaning up the destruction a frightened crowd of people had wrought. Lots of overturned tables and chairs as well as several peoples purses and bags full of food or clothes.
"Simmons, how long ago did they pass through here?" Mack asked.
"Five minutes ago so you two should pick up the pace a little bit." Jemma urged. They started walking faster but refrained from outright running down the street or even jogging, so they wouldn't draw attention to themselves.
"Are local police on the way?" Skye asked, noticing a lack of sirens, which was out of the norm compared to how it generally was after a new Inuman was spotted.
"No, Fitz redirected them. But I'm not sure how long that will last so again, you need to hurry." Jemma informs them, then proceeds to direct them towards the edge of the city.
"We saw him...er-them go into an older apartment building. No- not that one, the other one." Fitz said when Skye started slowing down.
She pointed at the the apartment building across the street hoping that whatever camera they were looking through caught the movement.
"Yep, there you go."
"If this place falls down around our ears I'm gonna be really, really irritated." Skye whispered stepping into the ramshackle building. The smell was what hit her first. Damp and musty it smelled like there were a hundred different types of mold growing on the walls. Which probably explained some of the stains on them as well as the stains on the the threadbare carpeting. Half the lights in the building were either broken or flickering, so shadows jumped and skittered across the hallways making Skye jump and skitter.
"Easy there, Tremors." Mack murmured, bringing his gun up as they started to sweep the down the hallway. Skye tried to settle down but she jumped and whirled when she heard a strangled cry from behind the door to her right. She glanced at Mack to see if he'd heard it.
"Okay," Mack mouthed quickly moving to her side, his I.C.E.R. pointing at the door.
Skye knelt and pressed her ear against the door, listening closely as she tried to identify if it was the Inhuman they had seen or if it was one of the apartments residents having a domestic squabble. A second after she had pressed her ear to the door she realized she probably wouldn't be able to tell the difference. She didn't know what the Inhuman sounded like, he hadn't really talked in any of the video clips that she had seen. Snarled and growled, but not talked.
“I'm sorry! I won't run again! I won't, I promise!” Skye flinched at the desperation in the young man's voice.
“Your lying!”
“I wont run, I promise! I swear!”
“Repeating it doesn't it make true!” The second voice snarled. Skye heard what sounded like somebody being smacked, then a sharp gasp which was quickly followed by more apologizing and an animalistic snarl. Skye jerked her head away from the door, she had recognized that snarl.
“It's them.” Skye whispered to Mack. He nodded and motioned for her to move out of the way, once she was clear of the door, and on her feet with gun in hand, Mack reared back and kicked the door in.
The door crashed open, the sound reverberating throughout the hallway. Skye winced internally, hoping that any residents (if anybody did live in this rat's nest) either hadn't heard or wouldn't try/want to come and investigate.
Skye stepped into the room, Mack right behind her, her gun up and eyes quickly sweeping the room. She froze when she saw both men.
The Inhuman had the young man pinned to the floor, a hand around his throat and the other pressing down on his chest.
“Don't move!” The Inhuman snarled, giving the boy a rough shake as he turned so he could glare at them, his eye glowing an unearthly blue. “Take another step and he's dead.”