The B-block corridor was already filled with a dozen sleepy-eyed boys shuffling towards the cafeteria.

Some of the boys, who I recognised as being participants in Holly's 'mindfulness' group, weren't so sleepy-eyed. Instead they watched every move Christopher and Reece took like wolves watching their pack leader.

Christopher and Reece were walking a step ahead of me just out of arm's reach of the Pied Piper officer who had made sure we left B-6 on schedule.

I found myself mentally thrust into my immediate surroundings as if hyper aware of the trouble that was about to begin. There was no room in my mind to think through a possible solution; as if the time to have conjured one up had come and gone.

We reached the end of the B-block corridor and entered onto the next. A dozen more boys were walking ahead of us, some of whom took quick glances over their shoulders. The barely disguised looks of anticipation on their faces made it seem painfully obvious they too were intending to be a part of Christopher and Reece's revolution.

The Pied Piper officer leading Christopher, Reece, and I along the corridor came to a sudden stop. He held a finger to the security earpiece at his left ear.

"Repeat that?" said the officer.

After a moment the officer, before casual in his demeanor, turned quickly to face Christopher, Reece, and I.

The officer held his machine gun at us, flicking off the safety. We all froze, including the boys ahead of us and behind. There were about twenty boys in the corridor, with around four (that I had spotted) Pied Piper officers who had also been given new information and had raised their guns at the teenagers nearest them.

"You boys want to explain why your heart-rates are going through the roof?" said the Pied Piper officer ahead of me.

Crap, I thought, they've been tracking our heart-rates the entire time. If over a dozen boys are anticipating violence at the same time the Pied Piper officers would be sure to notice.

There was maybe a moment or two where Christopher and Reece might have called off their revolution. By not accounting for the Meter devices picking up their heart-rates, they had lost the element of complete surprise against the Pied Piper officers. But no harm had been done, no transformation undertaken.

There was still a chance for them to think better of their revolution which I was sure was doomed to fail.

After those two moments were up Christopher and Reece began to transform into their beastial selves.

The Pied Piper officer opened fire.

The sound of the gunfire was painfully loud. Flashes, almost forming fiery rings in mid-air formed in unison with each bullet sailing out of the gun.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

I caught a glimpse of the Pied Piper officer's face pinched tight as he stood firm against the kick of the machine gun after each bullet fired.

I was directly in the firing range of these bullets for a quarter of a second before Reece, already in motion, filled up my field of vision.

He was already transformed into his were-cat form; halfway between his normal human form and the full, beastial form Holly and Adam had taken on.

I couldn't see the bullets ripping into his chest, but I could see the way his body shook violently from the impact of each one; strings of blood springing up from his chest after each bullet tore into him.

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Reece had given a feral shriek upon transforming into his half were-cat form. The bullets cut this shriek short in an instant and he fell lifelessly to the floor.

Christopher had lunged at the Pied Piper officer at the same time Reece had. The officer was helpless against Christopher's might, finding himself pinned against the wall and the gun wrenched from his grip.

For a fraction of a moment I thought Christopher was going to sink his sharp teeth into the officer's neck. Instead he yanked the officer closer and then, standing behind him, brought a clawed hand to the officer's throat.

More feral shrieks and gunfire mingled up and down the corridor. Ahead I saw two more boys, transformed into their beastly 'shadow-selves', dead on the floor.

The other transformed boys ahead and behind us, who had set upon the Pied Piper officer nearest them, also had their claws at their particular officer's throat, and had taken possession of their officer's guns.

In less than a minute the commotion all around had come to a stop. Although I hadn't done anything myself, I stood panting, eyes-wide, at what I had seen and what I was continuing to see.

All four Pied Piper officers in the corridor were standing at the mercy of the teenage boys who had begun their revolution.

"Who's got the gun now, you prick?!" yelled one of the teenage boys up ahead before driving the back of the gun into the officer's mouth, surely knocking out some teeth.

"Don't forget their handguns," said Christopher.

I hadn't noticed the two boys standing close behind me. One of them raced to the officer held captive by Christopher and took the handgun holstered at his thigh.

Christopher's eyes lowered to look at Reece, who, still in his half were-cat form, was dead.

He had died with his yellow eyes wide-open.

"Have you lost your minds?!" said the officer at Christopher's mercy.

Christopher dug his claws deeper into the officer's throat, causing blood to leak in red lines.

"Speak up again and I'll rip your throat out," said Christopher, the otherworldly tone to his voice making his threat all the more menacing.

The officer, heeding the warning, nodded as much as he dared.

It was then the alarms began to blare out across the third floor. The lights within the corridor turned red.

"What now?" shouted one of the boys; he, like the fifteen or more boys that had taken part in the revolution, was also in a monstrous, half-feline form.

Christopher hesitated his answer, then said, "We stick to the plan. Let's go!"

Christopher kept his grip at the Pied Piper officer's throat, forcing him to walk backwards. The other transformed boys kept pace, keeping their guns raised and a frantic look out for any more Pied Piper officers.

The boys who had no idea any of this was about to go down lingered, wide-eyed and afraid in the halls. Some started to move with the rest of the transformed boys down the corridor in the direction of the cafeteria. Some remained at the doorways to their blocks.

I continued on along the corridor with Christopher and the rest moving that way. I had feared Christopher might have seen me as an enemy to take care of, but it seemed he was paying me no mind at all.

Christopher reached the end of the corridor and met with the other transformed boys who also had newly acquired guns and Pied Piper officers at their mercy. The strength each transformed boy owned thanks to the power was clearly on display; each of the boys effortlessly held their Pied Piper officer captive. Seeing this was like looking at some upside-down version of reality where animal-people hunt humans for sport, and each frightened officer was their hunting prize; made all the surreal by the way they were all bathed in red flashing light.

"Keep moving," shouted Christopher over the sound of the wailing sirens.

Christopher (followed by the transformed boys) had begun to move off towards the cafeteria but stopped when he saw I wasn't following. His shiny black eyes, tinged with red, followed me as I moved to where the corridor we were in led left, towards A-block, instead of right, towards the cafeteria. His eyes searched for an answer as to what he should do about me.

I raised my hands up in an effort to make it clear I had no intention of getting in the way of his revolution.

Finally, Christopher turned away, continuing with the others down the corridor towards the cafeteria.

As soon as Christopher's back was turned I broke into a sprint. I needed to get to A-block. Fast. If my guess was right, we had mere minutes, if that, before the entirety of the third floor was filled with the poisonous gas from the canisters inside the walls.

I could only hope Sophie hadn't lied about a way out of the facility.