Warehouse

Warehouse

    He'd never intended to get stuck in here. It was a fantastic trick they were running, although he wasn't really the intended catch. People complicit in their plan shepherding people to take shelter in a warehouse. Fake 'control measures', intended to keep the people they 'protected' calm and secured. Vampire guards that guarded the inside not truly seen by any except him.
    He pitied those trapped in the warehouse with him. They thought they were being protected, and that those who were 'interviewed' were being more or less set free. The horrible truth was, of course, that it was all a sham - the vampires were increasing their numbers; those 'interviewed' were enslaved.
    He'd been stuck there for five days, ever since he - and a few others he had been talking to - were politely 'requested' to submit to screening. Initially he was hopeful - humans who had weapons, were free from monstrous taint, combined with what he knew? But once inside, when the truth confronted him, he barely contained his anger.
    Five days later, and with the crowd thinned - and the guards minimal - he was ready to make his escape. He knew the barrier had gone down last night, as the rumour had spread among those few who remained within the warehouse. Only eleven alive; after the last group of fifty had gone for their 'interviews'.
    Though he regretted not saving the thousands who had been 'interviewed', he knew he could not have. As he assembled his pistol, he sighed. If it had been daytime when the last fifty were taken, I could have saved them as well, he thought to himself. But it wasn't.
    He loaded his pistol, and starting climbing up the shelf. Three guards. One on the overwalk, two at the doors. Three shots. Run to the wall, drag down the panel. Flee into the sunlight. Hope everyone else is smart enough to follow - or to at least try to lynch you.
    Plan in mind, he stood atop the shelf, all three guards in sight. Here we go, he thought. Right before he took aim, however, a vision shook him.

    A woman, standing in the light, yelling as he fled. Those inside clustered around the light. The vampire guards challenging them, threateningly. The group becoming worried from his comments and because the guards were not giving chase. The vampires gunning them all down.

    He never got visions. Ever. Which meant that someone - or possibly several members - from the group were psychic. And powerful. And worth the effort of saving. "Damn it," he swore softly. He took aim, and time slowed to a still.
    It took three seconds for him to aim and shoot each guard through the head - but to him, it took minutes. The effort it took to control his body so completely for even that long almost exhausted him. He leapt down from the shelf, and started running, yelling (as he had in his vision) that the guards were all vampires. But this time he heaved the corpse of the one that had fallen from the walkway over his shoulder, and barely made it to the back wall before the first of the eleven survivors reached him.
    "You shot him!" the man yelled, accusingly, as he dropped the corpse on the ground.
    He grabbed hold of the section of wall he unscrewed, and yelled in reply "They're vampires! All of the 'saving us' crap was bullshit!" As the last of the group surrounded him, cautious but angry, he yelled "Proof!" and pushed out the wall, letting the sunlight fall upon the corpse.
    As the corpse turned to dust before their eyes, he said "Run, quickly. I have a van nearby that should be untampered with, and I can take those of you who trust me enough to get you out. But you need to run now. When they get here, they'll shoot you all."
    With that, he turned and started running, his eyes adapting to the sunlight as he bolted for the nearest corner. Behind him followed five people, and another three went another way. After he rounded the corner, and stopped running, puffing, another vision struck him. It was short - just the sound of distant shots, and a sick, horrified feeling. He swallowed, and ignored it.
    He'd done his best - and there was nothing more he could do. Especially after he heard a distant burst of automatic gunfire.