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This is more to the story. It's after what I wrote before, but there's more inbetween that I haven't gotten to writing yet.

The lights of the elevator flickered back on. Carson, who had been staring at the monitor with mounting apprehension, sighed heavily. The picture on the screen showed a gruesome scene. The metal walls and doors of the elevator glistened sickeningly in the fluorescent lights, covered in spattered blood. What was left of the corpses of the two guards lay in scattered pieces on the tile, which was flooded in their blood. Also, there were dark spots floating in the room. On closer inspection, though, Carson realized that it was just blood that had hit the camera lens.

"Terri," he hissed into the microphone of his headset. "I told you not to overdo it. Somebody is going to notice that."
"Relax, Carson," came the reply. "No one is gonna notice 'cause no one's gonna use the elevator." Carson sighed again and shook his head.
"How are you going to manage that," he asked, knowing all too well what the answer would be.
"Easy. I break it."
"Please, refrain from making too much noise," he told her.
"I'll try, but I can't make any guarantees." He heard the touch of insanity in her voice, and laughed nervously.
"Just don't ruin this, ok?"
"Promise."

With that, Carson turned to another monitor and was relieved to see that the guards weren't dead and in pieces across the floor of the clean, white hallway, but, instead, asleep at their posts. Suddenly, Kathy's face filled the screen.
"I always liked you best, Kathy," he told her. "Very subtle. Good work."
"Much thanks," Kathy said, and smiled hugely. "Let me guess. Terri went wild on them poor guys and tore 'em to pieces again?"
"Yes," he replied through clenched teeth.
"If she didn't do them kinds of things, she just wouldn't be Terri anymore. Besides, she always comes up with a way to cover it up. At least until after we get away with what we was doing."
"She still needs to learn to hold back and not go into berserker mode, though." Carson sighed. "If only someone knew how to make her realize that."
"I know, I know. She's stubborn. Just give her time, Carson. You'll get used to her . . . eventually."
"Sure I will. Get going, Kathy."
"Yes, sir."

Carson took a deep breath and turned to one of the last five monitors he'd been watching. He sighed. The guards were collapsed in pools of their own blood. Their throats had been slit. The white tile was bloodstained.
"Well, this is one of your calm days, Jacob," he said. "Marisol must have put something in your dinner. I wish she could sedate Terri."
"Terri is magic resistant," Jacob told Carson. "Marisol can't do anything about that."
"Unfortunately," Carson muttered. "Go meet up with Terri and Kathy," he told Jacob.
"Yes, sir."

Finally, he turned to the last the four monitors. Two showed a grey bedroom. The other two showed the roof. Standing in the grey bedroom was Ellise in her black, hooded cloak. She was standing at the foot of the bed. A middle-aged man sat on the bed, staring at her transfixed.
"Who are you," Carson caught the words via Ellise's communicator.
"Death," she answered simply. The colour drained from the man's face.
"No!" he yelled, backing up against the headboard. "No!" He made a frantic move to run to the door, but Tristan cut him off.
"It's time to face the end, Governor Anderson," Tristan told him in an even tone.

Ok. That's not all of it. There's actually a hell of a lot more to it. I'll put some more of it up later.