The stolen car screeched to a halt in front of the familiar condo complex, its tires leaving black skid marks on the asphalt. Angele, Joanna, and Beverly tumbled out of the vehicle, their bodies battered and bleeding from the harrowing escape. In the distance, the wail of sirens grew louder, a stark reminder of the pursuit hot on their heels.

Beverly leaned heavily on Joanna, her mind still foggy from the drugs and the trauma of her ordeal. She stumbled as they made their way towards the building, barely registering the shocked and curious stares of their neighbors. Dimly, she heard the murmur of voices, the urgent questions and exclamations that followed in their wake.

“Why… why are we here?” Beverly mumbled, her words slurred and thick. “They’ll find us… we’ll be trapped…”

Joanna tightened her grip on Beverly’s waist, her voice low and reassuring. “Trust us, Bev. They won’t find us here. We have a plan.”

As they stumbled into the lobby and made their way towards the elevators, Angele took the lead, her eyes scanning the hallway with a fierce, predatory intensity. Beverly caught a glimpse of her friend’s face, and was shocked to see the way her features had begun to shift and change, taking on a distinctly inhuman cast.

The ride up to the third floor seemed to take an eternity, the seconds ticking by with agonizing slowness. Beverly leaned against the wall of the elevator, her breathing shallow and labored. She could feel the warm, sticky flow of blood beneath her clothes, the throbbing ache of countless bruises and contusions.

When the doors finally slid open, Angele and Joanna practically dragged Beverly down the hall, their movements urgent and frantic. They burst into apartment 3B, slamming the door shut behind them and engaging the deadbolt with a decisive click.

Beverly slumped against the wall, her vision swimming as she struggled to take in her surroundings. The once-familiar space seemed alien and surreal, the cozy furnishings and personal touches overshadowed by the pulsing sense of danger that filled the air.

Angele raced across the room, her movements a blur of speed and agility. She came to a stop in front of a strange, abstract sculpture that Beverly had always assumed was some kind of avant-garde art piece. But now, as she watched Angele manipulate the device with deft, purposeful movements, she realized that it was something else entirely.

“What… what is that?” Beverly croaked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Joanna grabbed her hand, squeezing it tightly. “It’s our way out of here, Bev. Our sanctuary.”

Suddenly, the sound of splintering wood and shattering glass filled the air, followed by the thunderous pounding of booted feet. The authorities had arrived, and they were breaking down the door, their shouts and commands echoing through the apartment like the tolling of a bell.

But Angele and Joanna seemed strangely calm, their eyes locked on the device as it began to hum and vibrate with an otherworldly energy. Beverly watched in amazement as the sculpture unfolded like a flower, revealing a shimmering, iridescent portal that seemed to lead to another world entirely.

Just as the door burst open and the first of the armed agents poured into the room, Angele grabbed Beverly and Joanna’s hands, yanking them towards the portal with a fierce, desperate strength. Beverly felt a rushing sensation, a dizzying sense of displacement as the world around her began to warp and distort.

And then, with a blinding flash of light and a deafening roar, they were gone, sucked through the portal and into a pocket dimension beyond the reach of their pursuers. Beverly felt her consciousness slipping away once more, her mind overwhelmed by the sheer impossibility of what had just happened.

Not. The. End.