Henry's POV
The doctor closed his eyes in agony, tears streaming down his cheeks.
"I... I don't know where your... your friend is."
"Mhm, continue." I said. Naturally, he wouldn't know.
"The... the survivors are here..." He pressed out, under what looked like immense pain. After finishing, he wanted to slip into unconsciousness, but I put my finger on his thigh, burning a hole through his skin. That woke him up just fine.
He widened his eyes and groaned.
"Your... your sister. I can bring you to her. Please... no more."
My face fell. Why did they have Henrietta but not Kenny?
"Bring me to her." I said and stood up. I retracted the shadowy energy from my body and pulled the doctor up by his white robe.
I felt a bout of weakness, showing that using this tremendous power wasn't something I could sustain for long. Suppressing it and waiting for the guards to finally break through the door, I used the doctor as a shield for possible gunfire, having one hand on his throat.
