Darn Stupid Brother You Are by Mairee

Chapter 115

(Angel's POV)

The stench hit me first-a metallic tang of blood mixed with the sour rot of decay. I covered my nose and forced myself to keep moving even though my stomach grumbled with every step. The inner carcass of the West Wing had always been unsettling, but now it felt like stepping into a nightmare.

The dim overhead lights flickered across the grim scene before us. Rows of gurneys lined the walls, each one occupied by bodies in varying states of dissection. Some were fresh, their glassy eyes staring lifelessly at the ceiling, while others were decomposed, their remains barely held together by fragile skin and sinew.

Hendrix cursed under his breath and clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles turned white. "This is worse than I imagined," he muttered, his voice shaking.

I nodded, unable to speak. My hands trembled as I raised my phone and began snapping photos of the grotesque evidence around us.

We moved deeper into the wing, stepping over discarded surgical tools and bloodstained sheets. A large whiteboard caught my eye. It was covered in notes and diagrams that outlined the center's operation in chilling detail. I photographed it, and my heart pounded faster as I realized the scope of their crimes.

Evidence Gathered:

1\. **Patient Logs**

- Detailed records of patients, their medical histories, and the dates they were harvested. Each entry included chilling notes like "kidneys intact, heart viable."

2\. **Blueprints of the Facility**

- A schematic map of the West Wing, highlighting key areas like the harvesting rooms, organ storage, and disposal chutes.

31. **Photographs of Victims**

- Images of patients both pre- and post-operation, each file stamped with a red "SUCCESS" or a black "FAILURE."

4. **Video Footage**

- Clips from security cameras showing patients being sedated and prepped for surgery. One video even captured a conversation between two doctors discussing the "market value" of specific organs. 5\. **Dr. Joe's Personal Notes**

Handwritten entries detailing the experiments, including chilling phrases like "maximize yield" and "test longevity of

found a storage locker and opened it, revealing rows of organ coolers marked with barcodes. He pulled one out and

as he whispered. "They're

hard, the bile rising in my throat. "We need to get

(Thomas's POV)

was the first to

hissed and shoved the evidence

it was too

open, and Dr. Joe entered, flanked by two guards. His expression was calm, almost smug, as

he drawled condescendingly. "Looks like

as Dr. Joe stepped closer, his

you really think you can expose us? That anyone would believe you over me?" Hendrix snarled and stepped forward, but I grabbed his

Joe chuckled. “Oh, Hendrix. Always so predictable. Tell me, how does it feel to know your own stepmother sent you here? That she signed you away like a piece of property?"

Dr. Joe continued, turning to her. "You think you're special, don't you? A hero. But you're just another casualty in

at him, but the sound of approaching guards stopped

to Hendrix

was trembling.

don't have a choice," I snapped and pulled her behind me as the

I countered with a jab to his gut, sending him flying. Hendrix joined the fight with his brutal moves. He

shouted to Angel,

raised a gun, aiming it

(Angel's POV)

as the gun pointed at me. My body froze; my mind

mine, shoving me out of the way just as the

sharp crack sound was deafening and

and caught Thomas as he

his shirt and pooling on the floor. He coughed and his lips tinged with red as he