PART 2-FULL: They shattered BOTH of my knees in front of twelve elite soldiers… and the only thing more terrifying Spotlight8
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PART 2:
The gun in Riker’s hand didn’t shake.
Neither did his voice.
“Put it down, or I swear to God I’ll drop you where you stand.”
The surviving operative on the floor laughed through his broken mask.
“You don’t know what she is, boy.”
Riker’s finger tightened on the trigger.
I forced air into my lungs.
“Riker, don’t.”
He didn’t look at me.
Didn’t blink.
The twelve trainees behind him were frozen, weapons half-raised, waiting for something to break.
Colonel Shaw stepped forward.
“Stand down, Donovan. That’s an order.”
Riker’s jaw clenched so hard I heard his teeth grind.
Then slowly—painfully—he lowered the pistol.
The moment it dropped, the operative lunged.
Not at Riker.
At me.
Rex intercepted him midair.
The collision sent them both crashing into the reinforced glass wall. Rex’s teeth found flesh. The man screamed. Blood sprayed across the observation window.
Security swarmed.
Three men dragged Rex off, pinned the operative down, and cuffed him.
Rex stood over me, chest heaving, eyes locked on the man who had hurt me.
“Good boy,” I whispered.
But the operative wasn’t finished.
He turned his head toward me, eyes wild, spitting blood.
“You think this ends here?”
I stared at him.
“It ends when I say it ends.”
He laughed again.
Then Colonel Shaw grabbed him by the collar and dragged him out.
The training room fell silent.
Alarms still blared somewhere distant.
The twelve trainees stood in a loose circle, watching me like I was something they didn’t recognize anymore.
Riker knelt beside me.
“We need to get you to medical.”
I nodded.
But I couldn’t move.
My legs wouldn’t respond.
The pain had turned into something else. Numb. Hollow.
Rex pressed his head into my hand.
I held on.
—
The medical bay was cold and white.
They cut away my pants and I saw my knees for the first time.
Both joints were swollen to twice their normal size. Bruises bloomed black and purple across my thighs. The doctors said the bones had shattered in multiple places.
Surgery would take six hours.
Recovery would take months.
Rex refused to leave my side.
They tried to move him. He growled.
They tried to sedate him. He snapped.
Finally, a nurse brought a blanket and laid it on the floor beside my bed.
Rex lay down.
That’s where he stayed.
Riker walked in three hours later, still wearing bloodstained gear.
“They identified the operatives.”
I waited.
“Two are dead. One’s in custody. All three were ex-military black ops. No current affiliations. No records.”
“Ghosts.”
“Yeah.” He sat in the chair beside my bed. “The one you talked to—Elias—he lawyered up before we even finished processing him.”
“He’s not going to talk.”
“I know.”
I looked at the ceiling.
“He knew me, Riker. He knew Rex. That wasn’t random.”
Riker leaned forward.
“Who are you, Maya?”
I closed my eyes.
“Someone who thought she left the past behind.”
—
The surgery went well.
But the physical therapy was brutal.
Every day, they forced me to bend knees that screamed in protest. I bit through pain so intense I saw stars.
Rex stayed by my side through every session.
On the third day, Riker walked in with a file.
“I found something.”
He handed it to me.
Inside was a photograph.
A military compound. Chain-link fences. Guard towers.
And in the center, a row of kennels.
My hands started shaking.
“Where did you get this?”
“Colonel Shaw’s classified archives. He wanted to know why Elias targeted you. So he dug.”
I flipped through the pages.
Project CERBERUS.
The program that created Rex.
The program I had buried.
The program that had been declared destroyed eight years ago.
But according to this file, it wasn’t destroyed.
It was moved.
Relocated.
Rebranded.
And Rex wasn’t the only survivor.
I looked up at Riker.
“There are more.”
He nodded slowly.
“At least a dozen. Maybe more.”
My eyes dropped to Rex.
He was watching me with those amber eyes that had seen everything.
I remembered the night I first met him.
The kennel.
The blood.
The handler who had tried to break him.
I sat down on the bed and buried my face in his fur.
“We have to find them.”
Riker put a hand on my shoulder.
“We will.”
But even as he said it, the lights flickered.
Once.
Twice.
Then the emergency siren cut.
Every screen in the room went black.
Rex stood instantly.
His hackles rose.
Riker moved to the window.
Outside the medical wing, the hallway lights died one by one.
Then a voice came through the speaker system.
Calm.
Male.
Smiling.
“Hello, Maya.”
My blood went cold.
Elias.
Rex snarled so violently the bedframe shook.
The speaker crackled again.
“I gave you eight years with my dog. Now I want him back.”
Riker grabbed his rifle.
Colonel Shaw burst through the door with two armed security guards.
“He escaped.”
“What?”
“The prisoner. He had help. Explosives. Insiders. The whole facility is compromised.”
The walls trembled.
A distant explosion rumbled through the building.
Riker pulled me upright despite my screaming knees.
“We need to move. Now.”
I grabbed Rex’s collar.
“Where?”
Colonel Shaw pointed toward the underground tunnel.
“Safe room. Full arms. We hold until backup arrives.”
But Elias’s voice returned through the speakers.
“Running won’t save you, Maya. You know that.”
I hesitated.
Rex looked at me.
And in his eyes, I saw something I had never seen before.
Fear.
Not for himself.
For me.
I turned to Riker.
“He’s not after me.”
Riker frowned.
“What?”
“He’s after Rex. And he’ll burn this whole place to the ground to get him.”
Colonel Shaw grabbed my arm.
“We don’t have time for this.”
But I pulled free.
“If I go with Rex, he’ll follow. The rest of you can escape.”
Riker stepped in front of me.
“Absolutely not.”
“It’s the only way.”
“No.”
He said it so firmly that even Colonel Shaw stopped.
“We don’t negotiate with terrorists, Maya. And we don’t sacrifice our own.”
I looked at Rex.
He was trembling.
Waiting.
Loyal.
“Heel,” I whispered.
Rex pressed against my legs.
And I made a decision.
“Then we fight.”
Riker smiled grimly.
“That’s what I wanted to hear.”
Colonel Shaw handed me a pistol.
I couldn’t walk properly. Could barely stand.
But I could still shoot.
I could still command.
And Rex could still kill.
—
We moved through dark corridors.
The facility had become a maze of shadows and alarms.
Every few steps, we heard boots echoing in adjacent hallways.
Rex led the way, ears forward, tracking threats before we saw them.
The first ambush came in the mess hall.
Three armed men blocked the exit.
Riker opened fire first.
I covered the left flank while Rex went low.
He took down one man before the others could aim.
The second fell to Riker’s rifle.
The third surrendered.
We cuffed him and moved on.
The safe room was two floors below.
But Elias’s voice kept coming through the speakers.
“Impressive. But you’re wasting your time. I already have what I came for.”
I stopped.
“What does he mean?”
Colonel Shaw’s face went pale.
“The lab.”
“What lab?”
“We kept a backup of Cerberus data. Genetic samples. Training protocols.”
My stomach dropped.
“Rex’s DNA.”
Shaw nodded.
“If Elias gets that, he can replicate the program. Create more dogs. Controlled dogs.”
Riker swore.
“Where’s the lab?”
“Level Three. West wing.”
I looked at the safe room door ahead.
Then back at the corridor behind us.
“We can’t split up.”
“We don’t have a choice.”
Riker grabbed my arm.
“You’re barely standing.”
“I don’t need to stand. I need to shoot.”
He stared at me.
Then he handed me his rifle.
“Take this. I’ll cover the approach.”
I shook my head.
“You go to the lab. I’ll secure the safe room with Shaw.”
Riker hesitated.
“That’s not happening.”
“It’s the only play. If Elias gets that data, everything Rex fought for is meaningless.”
Rex whined.
I knelt beside him.
“Stay with me.”
He licked my hand.
Riker looked at me like he was memorizing my face.
“If you die, I’m never forgiving you.”
“Then don’t let me die.”
He nodded once.
Then he turned and ran toward the lab.
Colonel Shaw grabbed my arm.
“Let’s move.”
We barely made it twenty feet before the lights cut completely.
Total darkness.
I heard Rex’s breathing.
Heard Shaw’s heartbeat.
Then a voice right behind my ear.
“Hello, Maya.”
I spun and fired.
The muzzle flash revealed Elias’s face inches away.
He was smiling.
Then the darkness swallowed him again.
Rex lunged.
I heard a scream.
But it wasn’t Elias.
It was Rex.
My dog hit the floor with a thud.
“Rex!”
I dropped to my knees, ignoring the fire in my legs.
My hands found him.
Blood.
Warm.
Too much.
“No, no, no.”
He whimpered.
Elias spoke from the darkness.
“I broke him. Just like I broke you.”
I felt for Rex’s chest.
His heart was still beating.
Weak.
Fading.
I pulled him close.
“You stay with me, you hear me?”
His tail thumped once.
Colonel Shaw fired blindly into the dark.
I heard footsteps retreating.
Elias was gone.
But Rex was still breathing.
Barely.
I carried him.
Dragged him.
Crawled with him.
Shaw guided us through the dark toward the safe room.
When the door finally sealed behind us, I collapsed.
Rex lay in my arms.
I pressed my forehead to his.
“I’m not losing you too.”
His eyes fluttered.
Then they closed.
The safe room was silent.
Alarms continued to scream somewhere above.
But I didn’t hear them.
I only heard Rex’s breathing.
Slower.
Shallower.
And beneath that, the distant sound of Riker’s gunfire.
THE END OF PART 2
I held Rex against my chest and felt the warmth drain from his body.
The distant gunfire stopped suddenly.
Silence crushed the safe room like a fist.
Colonel Shaw moved to the emergency medical kit, hands steady despite the blood running down his cheek. He pulled out bandages, trauma shears, a vial of morphine.
“We need to stop the bleeding first.”
I didn’t move.
Rex’s chest still rose.
But each breath was thinner than the last.
Shaw knelt beside me and cut away Rex’s fur where the blade had entered. I saw the wound clearly then. Deep. Angled. Just below his ribs.
“He nicked an artery,” Shaw muttered. “We have minutes.”
My hands pressed harder against the wound.
Rex whimpered once.
Then he stopped breathing.
“No.”
I tilted his head back.
Pinched his nose.
Breathed into his mouth.
Once.
Twice.
Nothing.
Shaw grabbed the defibrillator from the wall.
“Clear.”
The paddles hit Rex’s chest.
His body arched.
Then fell still.
“Again.”
Another jolt.
Nothing.
The room spun.
I pressed my forehead to his and whispered the only command that had ever mattered.
“Stay.”
His tail moved.
Just a twitch.
Then his chest rose.
One breath.
Two.
Shaw worked fast, packing the wound, wrapping it tight.
“He’s stable for now. But he needs a real surgeon.”
I looked at the safe room door.
“Then we find one.”
Shaw shook his head.
“We can’t leave. Elias has the corridors locked down. We’re buried alive in here.”
He was right.
The walls were concrete.
The door was half a foot of steel.
We had food for three days.
But Rex didn’t have three hours.
I looked around the room for anything I had missed.
Shelves of supplies.
A radio.
A computer terminal.
And in the corner, a small locked cabinet marked with a symbol I knew.
Three heads.
One body.
CERBERUS.
I dragged myself across the floor, knees screaming, and pulled at the lock.
Shaw caught up.
“What are you doing?”
“That symbol. I’ve seen it before.”
“It’s just old storage.”
“It’s not.”
I slammed the butt of my pistol against the lock.
Once.
Twice.
It broke open.
Inside was a single metal case.
Nothing else.
I opened it slowly.
Inside, a syringe filled with amber liquid.
A data chip.
And a handwritten note.
*For when the leash breaks.*
Shaw stared.
“What is that?”
I didn’t answer.
Because I knew exactly what it was.
A Cerberus emergency override.
Stimulant.
Regenerator.
Designed to bring a dog back from the brink.
But it came with a cost.
I had seen what it did during training.
The dogs that received it became faster.
Stronger.
Unstoppable.
But they also became uncontrollable.
Their loyalty shifted.
Their memories fragmented.
Some never recognized their handlers again.
Shaw grabbed my wrist.
“You don’t know what that will do to him.”
“I know it will keep him alive.”
“It might change him.”
I looked at Rex.
His breathing was almost gone again.
“He’s already changed.”
I pulled the syringe out.
The liquid was warm.
Almost alive.
I knelt beside Rex and pressed the needle into his neck.
He didn’t flinch.
The plunger emptied in seconds.
Nothing happened.
Then Rex’s eyes snapped open.
They were wrong.
Dilated.
Black.
Hungry.
He stood slowly, hackles raised, body vibrating with something that wasn’t just energy.
It was recognition.
But not of me.
His head turned toward the door.
Toward the corridor where Elias had vanished.
He growled.
But it wasn’t protective.
It was predatory.
“Rex.”
He didn’t respond.
“Rex, heel.”
Nothing.
Shaw reached for his weapon.
“Maya, step back.”
I didn’t.
I stepped closer.
“Rex. Look at me.”
His ears twitched.
But his eyes stayed fixed on the door.
Then he spoke.
Not with words.
With something worse.
He whined.
Long.
Low.
Human.
I had never heard a sound like that come out of a dog.
Shaw backed away.
“What did you do to him?”
I didn’t know.
But Rex turned then.
Looked at me.
And for one second, I saw recognition.
Then his body relaxed.
He walked to my side.
Pressed his head into my hand.
And whined again.
Soft this time.
Grateful.
I exhaled.
“Good boy.”
But something was different.
The weight of his head was heavier.
The warmth of his fur was hotter.
And beneath my fingers, his muscles twitched with a tension that hadn’t been there before.
The radio crackled.
A voice.
Not Elias.
“Safe room seven. This is Lieutenant Cross. We’re breaching the corridor. Stand by.”
Shaw grabbed the mic.
“Copy. We have wounded. Priority medical evac.”
“Roger. ETA two minutes.”
I looked at Rex.
His ears were forward.
His tail was still.
Waiting.
But not for me.
For something else.
The door unlocked.
Riker burst through, covered in blood and sweat.
“We need to move. Elias is gone, but he left a message.”
He handed me a tablet.
On the screen, a single image.
A kennel.
Rows of cages.
Eyes glowing in the dark.
And beneath it, three words.
*We wake tomorrow.*
I handed the tablet back.
“He’s not done.”
Riker looked at Rex.
“What happened to him?”
“I saved him.”
“That’s not saved. That’s borrowed.”
I didn’t argue.
Because he was right.
The amber serum was never meant to be a cure.
It was a countdown.
And somewhere in the dark, Elias Voss was counting.
THE END OF PART 3
PART 4:
Riker’s eyes stayed fixed on Rex.
“What did you give him?”
I didn’t answer.
Because the truth was too heavy to speak aloud.
Rex stood beside me, but his posture had shifted. His weight was forward now. His ears scanned the room like radar. Every few seconds, his head tilted toward the door as if hearing something none of us could.
“Maya.” Riker’s voice dropped. “What was in that syringe?”
“Cerberus emergency serum.”
His face went pale.
“That program was destroyed.”
“The program was moved. The serum stayed.”
Shaw stepped between us.
“We don’t have time for a debrief. We have wounded and a compromised facility. We need to extract.”
Riker didn’t move.
“That serum rewires their brains. You know that.”
I looked at Rex.
His amber eyes met mine.
For a second, I saw the dog who had slept beside my cot for six months. The one who licked my hand when I cried. The one who crawled into my lap during thunderstorms.
Then his pupils dilated.
And the moment shattered.
“He was dying,” I said quietly. “I made a choice.”
“You made a gamble.”
“It was the only move left.”
Riker exhaled through his teeth.
Then he grabbed my arm.
“Fine. But if he turns, I’m putting him down.”
The words hit like a blade.
Rex heard them too.
His growl started low, deep in his chest, and built until the walls hummed.
Riker’s hand moved to his sidearm.
“Rex,” I said sharply. “Quiet.”
The growling stopped.
But his eyes never left Riker.
Shaw broke the silence.
“Lieutenant Cross is two minutes out. We need to be ready to move.”
I looked at the tablet still in my hand.
The image of the kennel.
The rows of cages.
The glowing eyes.
“What do you think he means by ‘We wake tomorrow’?”
Riker shook his head.
“I don’t know. But I found something else in the lab.”
He pulled a folded paper from his pocket.
It was a map.
Not of the facility.
Of something larger.
Underground tunnels connected to half a dozen military bases across three states.
Each tunnel led to a red circle.
A kennel.
“He’s been building this for years,” Riker said. “The attack on us wasn’t the goal. It was a distraction.”
Shaw studied the map.
“If these are all active sites, we’re looking at dozens of dogs. Maybe more.”
“Controlled dogs,” I whispered. “Augmented. Loyal only to him.”
My stomach turned.
Rex pressed his head into my hip.
I felt his warmth.
His weight.
His new, unfamiliar tension.
“We need to stop him before tomorrow.”
Riker looked at me.
“How? We’re trapped in a safe room with no communication to the outside. Elias owns the facility now.”
I reached for the data chip from the Cerberus case.
“This might have answers.”
Shaw handed me a tablet.
I slid the chip in.
Files appeared.
Hundreds of them.
Training logs.
Genetic sequences.
Handler assignments.
And one file labeled:
*Final Protocol.*
I opened it.
The text was short.
*When the leash breaks, the handler must become the weapon.*
*If the subject cannot be recovered, the subject must be eliminated.*
*Authorization required: Voice match.*
My blood turned cold.
“He left this here on purpose.”
Riker frowned.
“What?”
“The serum. The chip. The map. He wanted us to find it.”
Shaw’s jaw tightened.
“He’s baiting us.”
I looked at Rex.
He was staring at the door again.
Whining softly.
Waiting.
“He knows I’ll follow.”
Riker stepped closer.
“Then we don’t follow.”
“If we don’t, he wins.”
“If we do, we walk into a trap.”
I looked at the map again.
The tunnels.
The kennels.
The glowing eyes.
“Then we don’t walk. We hunt.”
The safe room door rattled.
Three knocks.
A voice.
“Cross. Open up.”
Shaw unlocked it.
Lieutenant Cross stood in the doorway, rifle low, face streaked with dirt and blood.
“We have a window. The main corridor is clear for now. But Elias has the entire upper level locked down. We need to move through the maintenance tunnels.”
Riker looked at me.
“You sure about this?”
I knelt beside Rex.
He pressed his nose to my cheek.
His breath was warm.
His body hummed with something I didn’t recognize.
But his tail wagged once.
That was enough.
“We’re going.”
—
We moved through the tunnels.
Dark.
Narrow.
Silent.
Rex led the way, ears forward, nose working the stale air.
Every few steps, he stopped and listened.
Then moved on.
Cross flanked left.
Riker took rear.
Shaw carried the medical pack.
I limped behind Rex, each step sending fire through my knees.
The tunnel walls were damp.
Water dripped somewhere ahead.
The only light came from our helmet lamps.
After twenty minutes, we reached a junction.
Three paths.
Left.
Right.
Straight.
Rex stopped at the center and sniffed each direction.
Then he sat.
And stared straight ahead.
“That way,” I said.
Riker frowned.
“How do you know?”
“Rex knows.”
We moved forward.
The tunnel opened into a concrete chamber.
And in the center, a single steel cage.
Empty.
But the floor was covered in fur.
Fresh.
And blood.
I crouched down and touched it.
Still warm.
“He was here. Recently.”
Rex circled the cage, sniffing.
Then he stopped.
His hackles rose.
His body went rigid.
A sound came from the darkness beyond.
Footsteps.
Slow.
Deliberate.
Elias stepped into the light.
He was alone.
Unarmed.
Smiling.
“I knew you’d come.”
Riker raised his rifle.
“Hands up.”
Elias ignored him.
His eyes were fixed on Rex.
“You gave him the serum.”
I said nothing.
“I knew you would. You always did have a soft spot for lost causes.”
Rex growled.
But it wasn’t the same growl.
It was deeper.
More confused.
Elias tilted his head.
“He remembers me, Maya. But he doesn’t know why.”
He took a step closer.
Rex’s body shook.
“I made him. Every reflex. Every kill. Every command. I burned obedience into his blood.”
He looked at me.
“And you think a few years of affection could overwrite that?”
I stepped in front of Rex.
“He’s not your dog anymore.”
Elias laughed.
“He never stopped being mine. You just borrowed him.”
Rex whined.
Long.
Low.
Human.
Then he walked past me.
Toward Elias.
My heart stopped.
“Rex, heel.”
He didn’t stop.
“Rex!”
He stopped.
But he didn’t turn around.
He stood halfway between us.
Trembling.
Elias extended his hand.
“Come.”
Rex’s tail went down.
His ears flattened.
Then he took another step.
Forward.
Toward Elias.
I felt the floor drop beneath me.
“Rex, no.”
He stopped again.
Looked back at me.
His eyes were different.
Not black.
Not hungry.
Scared.
He whined again.
Then Elias spoke a single word.
A word I had never heard.
A word that didn’t sound human.
Rex’s body went rigid.
His eyes went black.
He turned and walked to Elias.
And stood beside him.
Elias smiled.
“You taught him loyalty, Maya. But I taught him obedience.”
He turned and walked into the darkness.
Rex followed.
Without looking back.
I screamed his name.
He didn’t stop.
Riker grabbed me.
“We can’t follow. That’s a kill box.”
I fought against his grip.
“Let me go.”
“He’s gone, Maya.”
“He’s not gone. He’s confused.”
I pulled free.
Lunged into the darkness.
And found nothing.
Empty tunnels.
Silence.
Rex was gone.
I stood there, breathing hard, knees screaming, heart shattered.
Riker caught up.
“We’ll get him back.”
I didn’t answer.
Because I didn’t know how.
The serum had done exactly what it was designed to do.
It had broken the leash.
And Elias held the other end.
—
We returned to the surface at dawn.
The facility was a skeleton now.
Empty halls.
Dead screens.
Silence.
Colonel Shaw radioed command.
No response.
Every channel was dead.
Riker found a satellite phone in the wreckage.
He dialed.
Nothing.
“We’re cut off.”
Cross looked at the horizon.
“We need to find a vehicle. Get to the nearest outpost.”
But I wasn’t listening.
I was staring at the ground.
At paw prints in the mud.
Fresh.
Heading east.
“He’s still close.”
Riker followed my gaze.
“Maya, we need to regroup.”
“He’s close.”
“You don’t know that.”
I pointed at the prints.
“Those are his. I know his stride. I know his weight. He’s less than a mile ahead.”
Riker looked at Cross.
Shaw.
Then back at me.
“We don’t have numbers. We don’t have support.”
“I don’t need numbers. I need a weapon.”
He handed me his sidearm.
“Then let’s go get your dog back.”
We followed the tracks into the treeline.
The sun rose slow and red.
And somewhere ahead, Rex was walking beside the man who made him.
But I knew something Elias didn’t.
The serum didn’t just break the leash.
It created a new bond.
A bond that worked both ways.
Every time Rex looked at me in the darkness, I saw hesitation.
Every time he walked away, I saw pain.
He wasn’t gone.
He was fighting.
And I was going to help him win.
The tracks led to a ridge overlooking a valley.
Below, a compound.
Chain-link fences.
Guard towers.
And in the center, a row of kennels.
Exactly like the photograph.
Riker lowered his binoculars.
“That’s not a training facility. That’s an army.”
I looked at the kennels.
At the shadows moving inside.
And one shadow standing apart.
Larger.
Watching.
Rex.
He was waiting.
I could feel it.
“Tomorrow,” I whispered.
Riker looked at me.
“What?”
“Elias said ‘We wake tomorrow.’ That’s when he activates them all.”
I touched the sidearm at my hip.
“So we have until dawn.”
Riker checked his watch.
“That’s twelve hours.”
I looked at the compound.
At Rex.
At the future Elias was building.
“Then we make every second count.”
We moved into the shadows.
And the countdown began.
THE END OF PART 4
