The sterile, cold walls of the containment cell loomed over Mike, their unyielding gray surface a stark reminder of his imprisonment. He paced back and forth, his movements sharp and agitated, the weight of his anguish growing heavier with every step. The air in the cell felt suffocating, thick with the stench of antiseptic and despair. His thoughts churned with a bitter rage, a force that had been simmering for weeks and now threatened to consume him entirely.


    Pain had become a constant companion, the price of the transformation that had reshaped him into a weapon—a perfect hunter. But the agony of his altered body paled in comparison to the raw torment of his grief. The anger that burned within him was no longer aimless. It had found a target: revenge.


    The news that shattered him arrived like a knife to the gut, a revelation so cruel that it left him breathless. His family—the people he had loved, fought for, and dreamed of seeing again—were dead. They had been killed in the Battle of Death, their lives extinguished in the chaos unleashed by the Black Angel and High Rise Devil.


    Mike had endured unimaginable suffering in the name of survival, but the loss of his family was a wound too deep to heal. They weren’t just casualties of war; they were victims of a twisted game, pawns in a massacre orchestrated by forces beyond his control. His parents had been among the first to fall, their deaths swift and merciless.


    The news came from a desperate survivor—a former criminal who had clung to life long enough to relay the grim fate of Mike’s family. The man’s words were a dagger to Mike’s heart. The revelation left him numb at first, his mind struggling to process the weight of the truth. But numbness soon gave way to rage, a fury so intense that it threatened to consume him.


    His parents were gone. Their names, their faces, their laughter—everything he had cherished—were lost in the ashes of a ruined city. Their deaths weren’t accidents; they were the deliberate result of a world gone mad. The Black Angel and High Rise Devil had done this, and they had done it without remorse.


    Mike’s grief transformed into something else—a fire that burned hotter with every passing moment. The rage was no longer just an emotion. It became his purpose, his fuel, his weapon.


    Standing in the center of his stark white containment cell, he stared at the dull metal table and the cold steel bed, their lifeless presence mocking him. The facility that housed him had been his prison for far too long, a place where his humanity had been stripped away piece by piece. The experiments, the pain, the relentless trials—they had reshaped him into something unrecognizable.


    "They''ll pay for this," he growled, his voice low and venomous.This content has been misappropriated from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.


    His fists clenched, his long talons digging into his palms as he envisioned the faces of his enemies. He had become stronger, faster, more lethal than anyone could have imagined. The scientists who had tampered with his body had created a predator, and now, they would reap the consequences of their actions.


    The door to his containment cell stood as a symbol of his captivity—a heavy, reinforced steel barrier designed to hold even the most dangerous of creatures. But Mike was no longer a prisoner. He was a force of nature, an apex predator on the hunt.


    With a swift motion, his talons slashed through the door’s locking mechanism. Sparks flew as the metal groaned under the pressure of his strength. The barrier buckled and gave way, the sound of its collapse echoing through the sterile corridors of the facility. Mike stepped through the opening, his movements fluid and purposeful.


    The halls beyond were eerily silent, their stark lighting casting long shadows that danced with each flicker of the fluorescent bulbs. Mike moved with the precision of a hunter, his enhanced senses guiding him. Every sound, every shift in the air, was amplified, feeding his awareness.


    He encountered his first obstacle—a guard rounding the corner, his footsteps hesitant. Before the man could react, Mike struck. His talons tore through flesh with ruthless efficiency, silencing the guard before he could raise an alarm. The body slumped to the floor, a lifeless reminder of Mike’s newfound lethality.


    There was no hesitation in his actions, no flicker of doubt. Each step brought him closer to his goal. The Black Angel and High Rise Devil were out there, and they would pay for the lives they had destroyed.


    The facility was vast, a labyrinth of corridors and locked doors, but Mike’s instincts guided him. He moved like a shadow, his presence felt but never seen. The scientists and guards he encountered were mere obstacles, dispatched with cold precision. Blood stained his path, a trail of vengeance that marked his escape.


    Finally, he reached the heart of the facility. The final barrier stood before him—a reinforced steel door, bolted shut and seemingly impenetrable. But Mike was no longer bound by the limits of human strength. With a growl that resonated through the halls, he drove his talons into the door. Metal screamed in protest as he tore it apart, piece by piece, until the way was clear.


    Beyond the door lay freedom. The world outside stretched into the darkness, vast and unfamiliar. The cold night air hit him like a wave, carrying with it the scent of earth and freedom. For a moment, he stood still, his chest heaving as he took in his surroundings.


    But there was no time for hesitation. The hunt had begun.


    The Black Angel and High Rise Devil were his targets, and nothing would stand in his way. Mike’s mind was set, his purpose clear. They had taken everything from him, but they had made one fatal mistake: they had left him alive.


    As he stepped into the darkness, the transformation within him was complete. He was no longer the man who had entered the facility weeks ago. He was something more—something darker, deadlier.


    His red eyes gleamed in the moonlight, a testament to the predator he had become. The fire of vengeance burned within him, guiding his every move. The world may have fallen apart, but Mike had found his purpose.


    He would hunt them down. He would make them pay.


    And this time, there would be no escape.