A door opened quickly and she was rushed out into the darkness, feet pounding behind her on the runway as they all exited the car. A single spotlight illuminated their plane, but bright lights flashed all around them, guides to the aircraft as they came and went. It was chaotic and she couldn’t seem to come fully awake. Panic seized in her gut, telling her something was wrong. She pulled away, tried to step back. But the men pushed her forward, making her face the unknown evil that she sensed was near. The same woman from the train station, followed by half a dozen men in black, stepped from inside the plane, easing herself down the boarding steps of the private jet. Black hair whipped around her, the heavy breeze off the sea making her hair look more like that of Medusa, full of flowing snakes. Her face, as well as those of the men with her, began to twist into the demonic expression again, making bile rise in Kadence’s throat. The evil inside these beings warped the very air around them, making it hard for Kadence to breathe.
