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

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

his voice was hollow as he

my throat. "We need to get

(Thomas's POV)

was the first

evidence

was too late.

guards. His expression was calm, almost smug, as

drawled condescendingly. "Looks like our little rebels have

heart raced as Dr. Joe stepped closer, his guards spreading out

expose us? That anyone would believe you over me?" Hendrix snarled and stepped

your own stepmother sent you here? That she signed you away like a piece of

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

fists, ready to lunge at him, but the sound of approaching

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

was trembling. "We're

and pulled her behind me as the guards closed

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 brutal moves. He disarmed one guard and used the weapon

I shouted to

raised a gun, aiming it directly

(Angel's POV)

body froze; my mind screamed for me to

me out of the way just as

sound was deafening and

I screamed and caught Thomas as

from his side, staining his shirt and pooling on the floor.