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**

experiments, including chilling phrases like "maximize

storage locker and opened it, revealing rows of organ coolers marked with barcodes. He pulled one out and his face paled as he read the

hollow as he whispered. "They're

rising in my throat. "We

(Thomas's POV)

the first to notice

and shoved the evidence into my

was too

open, and Dr. Joe entered, flanked by two guards. His

like our little rebels have

raced as Dr. Joe stepped closer, his guards spreading out to block any

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

me, how does it feel to know your own stepmother sent you here? That she signed you away

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

to lunge at him, but

out of time," I whispered to Hendrix and Angel.

voice was trembling. "We're not leaving

a choice," I snapped and pulled her behind me as the

nearest guard's head. He stumbled, giving me just enough time to duck as another guard swung a baton at me. I countered with a jab to his gut, sending him flying. Hendrix joined the fight with his

to Angel,

raised a gun, aiming

(Angel's POV)

body froze; my mind screamed for me to move,

into mine, shoving me out of the

sound was deafening

screamed and caught Thomas as

on the floor. He coughed and