《The Uprising》


 Prologue

    In the whole of the world you would not be able to find anyone who did not know about the biggest achievement of the research society known as ''Regent''. Responsible for the development of new weapons for the Monarch as well research on augments and cybertronics. What the people didn''t know however was that they were also responsible for the development of ''human weapons'' capable of using magic and esp.


    At Regent''s branch office in the small town of Remlar at the easternmost part of the world was the biggest kept secret of the Monarch. The building took up a vast majority of the town''s space and was very plain looking, almost like a giant warehouse almost. But the building''s layout actually extended almost a kilometer underground and many of it''s floors were shaped like a labyrinth with many security measures put in place.


    At the very bottommost floor was a facility unlike a prison in nature with many small holding cells containing a bed, desk, toilet, shower and speaker. The back wall of each cell contained a small, black cube that constantly emitted a low hum.


    The one thing other than the cube that felt out of place in the room was a young boy who was currently chained against the wall underneath the cube. He looked to be around fourteen years old with short silver hair and skin as white as snow. The only other thing that could be seen of him was the long white coat and pants he was wearing as well as white boots and gloves. The chains themselves were appearing from the air without attaching themselves to nothing but empty air.If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.


    Every so often the chains would rattle softly and the noise would echo loudly within the room like thunder. The soft breathing sounds coming from the boy would grow rough every so often before calming down and stopping entirely before becoming rough again. Pained moans were always drowned out by the rattling chains and no struggling could be seen despite how awful the boy''s state looked.


    Heavy footsteps began to drift through the crack under the door, echoing loudly like a giant was walking this way. After what must have felt like like eternity to the chained boy the footsteps suddenly stopped and a whirring sound could be heard.


    "..." The boy''s head twitched and he raised his head to look towards the door as it gently slid open revealing a man in military clothing wearing a visored helmet and carrying some kind of automatic rifle in his hands.


    "Number 7441B. It''s testing time." The man slowly walked into the cell and produced a small syringe from a pocket of his clothes and proceeding to inject it''s contents into the young boy''s neck. But the way the man did so was obviously not normal because he did not use his own hands to do so. He used the esp known as telekinesis.


    The light in the boy''s eyes slowly dimmed until his head slowly lulled and the chains slowly disappeared into the void and the boy fell to the ground with a thud.


    "..." He slowly rose to his feet and stood still awaiting orders from the man.


    "Proceed to testing chamber twenty three A and await further instructions." After the man gave these orders the young boy slowly shambled forwards and out of the room.


    "..." The man shivered once before sighing and slowly following after the boy. "I''ll never get used to this thing will I?"

 Prologue 2

    The Monarch stood before a large window at the top of a fifty three story office complex and slowly stroked his chin as he took in the sights outside the window. The room was incredibly dim with the only illumination being supplied by a computer moniter situated on a desk just behind himself, the hum of the CPU''s fan the only sound echoing softly in the room.


    The days had been getting shorter and shorter in the past few years, as though the planet was drifting further and further away from the sun. Of course, this wasn''t actually the case but there wasn''t really any other explanation most people could come up with for this strange phenomenon.


    Unbeknownst to the general populace of the world was the fact that the Monarch was responsible for this growing concern. His own personal research had began to bear fruit and the day he would truly conquer this world wasn''t too far off now. A year or two maybe? He didn''t really care how long it took him but he still couldn''t contain his excitement as he thought back on the many centuries it had taken him to get this far.


    That''s right, centuries. The Monarch himself was the first person to successfully awaken to supernatural powers that could barely be explained scientifically. Of course at the current time he was also in possession of unscientific powers as well, but that was besides the point.


    Thanks to his almost godlike powers he was able to slowly but surely fill the atmosphere with his own special form of particles that could block off light and heat emmited from any external source from the world''s own body. Almost every form of cosmic energy was slowly being rejected from the world and all manner of reliances from outside sources were being controlled by him.


    Gravity, UV radiation, luner rays, daylight and gravitational fluctuations were all being reproduced by the Monarch himself. He had an almost limitless source of power at his disposal.Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website.


    But he still chose to enact those many disgusting and perverted laws just to sate his own greed and curiosity. The biggest factor in his endeavour to grant the people these powers as well was so that he could get some entertainment in the form of rebellions. He was gradually getting tired of being the strongest in the world and wanted to find someone capable of exchanging blows with him.


    [My lord, I just received a message from one of the remote labs in the far east. Apparently one of the test subjects managed to escape during a round of testing and destroyed roughly thirty percent of the facility''s underground facilities.] An androgynous voice filled with static echoed around inside the dim room as the Monarch turned around and seated himself at the desk, his lips beginning to creep up slightly.


    {Click} The monarch gently pressed in a button on the communication deviced installed at his shoulder.


    "Order the complete destruction of the facility and all related personnel as well as any remaining subjects within the facility."


    [At once!]


    The Monarch slowly leaned back in his chair and smiled faintly as he thought of the many possibilities this could bring.


    "Let''s see just how far your struggle can take you my little toy soldier." He breathed out a small laugh before leaning back and staring at the ceiling.


    Looks like I might finally get to enjoy some entertainment from now on.


    The loss of one or two facilities didn''t matter much to the Monarch even if it was the core facility his research was being done at. He could always rebuild and retrain the people necessary to fill the roles needed. No, what he needed was more breakouts, more people strong enough to break out of those heavily guarded and fortified research facilities.


    If i remember correctly, the only research facility in the far east is in Remlin. The Monarch''s eyes began to shine with determination. Remlin''s facility is heavily focused on preteens if i remember correctly. Most of the successes have been in preteens and young infants.


    He leaned forward again and placed his hands on the desk as he closed his eyes. I bet this one is quite powerful indeed.

 Encounter

    After an extensive search that lasted almost a full day it was time to call it quits. The chances that anyone would be found alive at this point was too small to risk bringing danger to the search teams.


    Hanging his head in defeat, the captain of the rescue forces slumped down into the driver¡¯s seat of his 4WD and brought his hands up to his face, wiping his eyes and sighing with disgust.


    Just a day ago he was helping to fight off one of the largest bushfires he had ever seen and now he could only curse whoever it was that brought such extensive damage and chaos to the town of Remlin.


    Over eighty percent of the housing and infrastructure of the town had been damaged beyond repair and many charred and broken corpses laid strewn about the entire town. The big complex owned by Regent had suffered an even worse fate, parts of its building having melted and fused together and puddles of ooze that must have once been metal and cement scattered around the area. The smell of charred bodies and burning sewage was almost too overbearing for most of the rescue teams, causing many to empty the contents of their stomachs and break down into tears at the sad sight that had greeted them.


    ¡°Captain¡­ You know there¡¯s nothing more we can really do. I find it hard to believe that anyone else could have survived from this. At least we managed to rescue a few hundred people.¡± An aged man in his early fifties placed his hand on the captain¡¯s shoulder and tried to reassure him. His greying hair was filled with black soot and his face was suffering the same fate, obscuring any distinct features from the thickness of it.


    ¡°I understand that much! It¡¯s just¡­¡± The captain lashed out, swinging his arm up and flinging the older man¡¯s hand off before scrunching up his face and turning to face outside the window.


    ¡°¡­¡±


    ¡°¡­¡±


    ¡°Sorry Graham¡­ I just¡­ Hate feeling this powerless to help those who need it, you know?¡± The captain sighed once before placing his keys in the ignition and starting up the car, the soft rumbling and vibrations causing him to relax slightly.


    ¡°!? Captain! Look at that!¡± A sudden yell from right next his ear caused the captain to flinch a little before he turned to the side in haste and looked to where Graham was pointing to.


    ¡°¡­?¡± He was perplexed by what he was looking at, the scene was just too strange to be able to comprehend what it was he was seeing. But the one thing he did know was that he had finally found the culprit for the destruction that occurred here and he immediately put the car in drive, pushing his foot down as far as it could go on the gas.


    A short distance away was young boy in a hooded robe standing in the middle of a clearing, his short silver hair fluttering in the air as small tiny flames danced around him. The air around him seemed to pulsate with a life of its own as he fixed his gaze on the 4WD that began to pick up speed as it headed towards him.


    ¡°¡­¡± The boy¡¯s eyes seemed to lack any light or emotion in them, the purple hue of his irises clouded over and dull in tone. Small scars could be seen around his eyes and along his forehead, the jagged lines showing that his skull had been removed many, many times throughout his life.


    ¡°He¡¯s not even trying to get out of the way! What¡¯s wrong with that kid?¡± Graham was beginning to feel a slight fear as he got closer and closer to the young boy in front of him.


    ¡°Shit!¡± He slammed his foot onto the break and turned the steering wheel to the left, the 4WD skidding along the dirt and turning with such force that it almost tipped on its side as it came to a stop a mere meter away from the boy.


    The boy shook a little before the strength in his legs gave way and he fell to the ground, his body crumpling up and the flames disappearing as he laid on the ground.


    "------" A strange high pitched scream suddenly echoed throughout the area, the air giving off sparks as the sound pierced through the wind. The sound was definitely not human and the sound itself caused shivers to run down the spines of all present. Whatever had made that sound was not happy in the slightest.


    Graham looked at the boy on the ground and only hesitated for a moment before slamming open the door and rushing out of the car to grab the boy before whatever it was that made that sound, decided to venture this way.


    A mere instant before he was able to place a hand on the boy''s shoulder to check his condition, a surge of heat and light exploded from the boy''s body, throwing Graham several feet backwards onto the ground, his head slamming into the dirt and rocks with a terrible crunch.


    "Fuck..." He moaned quietly as pain assaulted him and his vision blurred. It took a moment before his sight had stabilized enough to not cause him to feel dizzy and he forced himself to sit up.


    Drip. A small droplet of dirty blood leaked down his cheek and dropped onto his now tattered fluoro green shirt, dying it a mottled reddish brown.


    With his vision still a little fuzzy from the onset of a concussion, he tried his hardest to focus on his surroundings and look for the spot he had just been a moment ago.


    "..." His mouth fell open as his eyesight fell onto a deep gash in the ground wide enough to fit an entire bus inside with room to spare. "Well fuck me." He could only let loose an expletive as he stared wide eyed at the unnatural scene before him.


    He put his hands onto the ground and pushed himself to his legs shakily as a sudden wave of nausea overtook him, the world feeling as though it was dancing with joy beneath him.


    It took a few minutes to realise that the hole extended far enough forward that the 4WD had been swallowed by the event as well. His shoulders drooped a little and he felt the onset of irritation as he thought of how he would have to walk now. He cared less that one of his best men had just died then the fact he had to contemplate whether he should just kill himself now and be done with it.


    Goddamnit why does nothing make sense today? Sigh... Better start walking I guess. Just hope this head injury isn''t too bad. Don''t really feel like dying today.


    *


    A slightly sweet scent began to fill his nose as the young boy slowly fluttered open his eyes, a strangely shaped fan the first thing that entered his eyesight. The sweet scent was still filling his nose as he slowly turned his head to the side and saw a small side table placed next to the couch he was currently lying down on, a small plate of freshly baked cookies occupying the majority of its surface.


    A dull ache was pounding steadily inside his head as he pushed himself up to sit up on the couch and reach out towards the plate. Just before he touched one of the cookies he heard the sound of a door being closed and he stopped his hand in mid motion.


    ¡°¡­¡± He turned his gaze behind himself towards what seemed to be a kitchen area and met his gaze with a young woman¡¯s own unsteady gaze.


    She smiled gently and slowly walked into the room and around to the front of the couch, taking a cookie with her and sitting down on a small recliner to the side of the room. After taking a small bite and chewing it carefully, her movements being made incredibly obvious, she swallowed and then gestured towards the young boy to do the same.


    ¡°¡­¡± He placed a firm grip on one of the cookies and brought it up to his mouth in one quick motion, placing the entire cookie in his mouth and chewing furiously, small crumbs and droplets of saliva spilling out of his mouth. After finishing off the first cookie it didn¡¯t take long for the whole plate of cookies to disappear into his greedy mouth.Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings.


    ¡°¡­¡± He silently looked at the young woman with caution and doubt as he was eating but it soon turned to slight wariness and intrigue as he wolfed down the cookies. When he finally finished off the last cookie he opened his mouth and tried to thank the woman.


    ¡°Th-k ¨Coo¡± But his voice barely leaked any sounds before he winced and closed mouth with disdain at his inability to even say his thanks.


    The woman merely smiled gently and nodded her head before clasping her hands in front of her and praying softly. She closed her eyes and brought her hands to her lap, her breathing becoming even and uninterrupted after a few moments.


    The young boy watched her sleeping figure quietly as he took in her appearance as a whole for the first time. She looked incredibly frail, her body was deathly thin and the skin that was visible showed the shape of her bones and veins. The skin itself was almost a pale blue colour and her soft brown hair looked coarse and dull with oil shining glisteningly in the light. The dress she wore was torn in places and the original colour couldn¡¯t even be guessed at with the many tones of grey, black and white blending into a twisted mess. She had a myriad of bruises covering her face and neck and he could see a small burn mark peeking from under the strap of her left shoulder.


    ¡°¡­¡± A small rage began to build slowly in his heart as he watched her sleep, her appearance causing him to remember pieces of memories from his time in that scary place from before.


    As he watched and listened to her sleep he slowly made up his mind, forming his first ever determination in his entire life.


    This woman¡­ I¡¯ll protect her no matter what. She took me in and even fed me despite how I look and having never met her before. And looking at her appearance, she probably doesn¡¯t have access to much food or anything to live by. He clenched his fists and laid back down to pass the time.


    Most of his life was spent inside that facility. It was either spent chained to the wall inside his cell, chained to the bed inside his cell or inside the many testing chambers. He was constantly robbed of his free will and forced to obey any orders he was given thanks to the drugs being injected into him. On the rare occasions he was able to resist the drugs, he would feel immense pain in both his mind and his body to the point he would rather allow the drug to control him again.


    If he wasn''t being cut open and poked and prodded then he was being made to perform a myriad of tests. From the basics like running laps and lifting weights to the extreme like walking through fire or stabbing yourself. He would undergo torture in the form of "tests" on an almost daily basis.


    He didn''t even remember his name anymore or if he had even had one to begin with. All he went by was his serial number, 7441B. It meant he was the 7441<sup>st </sup>test subject in the facility that was in the B group. There were three groups in total inside the facility that were made to perform tests and tasks specific to that group.


    Group A was being used to try and cultivate magic in a human subject and subsequently wield that power unrestrained. This group had always suffered the most deaths out of the three groups and also had the tendency to produce the most unstable results.


    Group C was focused on growing a subjects esp and further enhancing those abilities as a whole. This group rarely suffered any casualties but consequently turned out the most unstable results. Many of the subjects developing multiple personalities or dangerous tendencies. In other words, they were the "crazies".


    Group B was very special in that they were being used in real "experimental theories". The many different theories that would prove troublesome to waste subjects from groups A and C were instead used on group B. You could even say that group B was made specifically to accommodate the scientists'' whims.


    The young boy himself was one of three unfortunate children that were put through a special testing regime that incorporated the tests and experiments from both Group A and group C. In other words they were a part of the very special "superhuman" project that was being developed. Out of almost two thousand initial subjects of the program, only three had remained to this day.


    The young boy shivered a little as he thought back on his life before curling up into the foetal position and cradling his head in his hands. It wasn''t too long before even he himself began to drift off to sleep.


    *


    Slam


    The sound of a door slamming reverberated within the room like a gunshot, causing the boy to awake in fright. He looked up and over to where the frail woman had been sleeping earlier and saw that the chair was now empty.


    "-op!"


    "Le- -r- . .. -scape!"


    "-e ... -ease!"


    He could barely make out the sounds of a man and woman screaming from somewhere outside and felt his blood run cold.


    He quickly got to his feet as the sound of glass smashing came from behind him in the direction of the kitchen.


    "DON''T TOUCH ME!" A pained voice burst into the room as the young woman stumbled backwards and fell onto her back, her head colliding with the ground.


    "..!" He noticed a small amount of blood trickling out of her mouth and a large gash was now apparent on her left cheek that was also likewise oozing blood. She was losing a lot of blood too quickly and it wouldn''t be long before she would enter a dangerous state.


    Just when the boy was going to rush to her side, a large and burly man stepped into the room and looked down upon the girl, lust , madness and fury were apparent in his gaze.


    "You should have just kept quiet and let me do you like you promised bitch. You couldn''t scrape together enough money and you have nothing of value in this crapshack. But what''s this? You actually tried to lock me out of the house? What''s gotten into you? Have you finally gone mad?" The man began to snicker as he slowly walked towards the girl while grabbing the waistband of his pants.


    The young boy narrowed his eyes as he began to take a step forward towards the two before he felt a heavy blow to the back of his head.


    "..!" He let out a wordless growl as he stumbled forward and fell face first into the ground. He felt his nose crunch and a warmth began to trickle down into his open mouth.


    "Little shit! You thought I''d come here alone? Bwahaha. I already knew that this bitch had taken a boy in with her a few days ago so I brought my little brother here with me in case something happened. I''m glad I did." The man sneered before completely pulling down his pants and exposing his pulsating member.


    He licked his lips before slamming the toe of his boot into the woman''s gut and sending her flying into the back of the couch.


    "Guh.." She crumpled into the couch''s frame and coughed up a large amount of blood before weakly reaching out her hand to try and stop the approaching man from violating her.


    Another boot slammed into her outreached hand, the sound of bones snapping echoing dully in the room as the man laughed once again.


    She couldn''t even manage to utter a cry as her arm fell limply to the side and the man reached down to rip off her dress, exposing the bruised and mottled skin beneath.


    She tried to curl up to stop him looking at her but he pushed his kneed down onto her chest and forcefully tore open her legs.


    The young boy''s vision began to grow red and hazy as he felt an incredibly powerful urge to rip the man''s throat out and tear his genitals to shreds.


    Crackle Crackle The air began to pulse with energy and sparks of lightning began to dance in the air as the man pushed down on the woman''s stomach with one of his hands and began to guide his member towards her lower body.


    "!!!" The young boy released a soundless roar as he felt his reasoning snap and his body fly towards the man like a bolt of lightning.


    "What the fuck!?" Just as the man''s member had began to poke her entrance he felt something slam into his side causing him to go flying into the wall. He could feel the bones in his chest creak and something began to poke out from the side of his chest.


    One of the man''s ribs had snapped out of position and tore open his chest, the pointy bone glistening with blood and a part of one of his lungs. He began to feel an in intense burning in his genitals before a sudden icy cold feeling spread across his throat and neck.


    A moment later the man was looking at his shredded body from afar and realised, during his final moments of life, that his head had been torn from his body.


    The young boy began to feel his rage subsiding once the bloody tattered mess that had been the man just moments before, now lay before him.


    "Hah... Hah..." The young boy began to pant heavily before his body dropped to the floor without any strength left to keep it standing. With one final burst of energy, he felt the presence of the other man fade away with a gushing sound.


    The young woman had lost consciousness and her breathing was getting more and more faint as she began to near her end.


    "....." The young boy reached out his hand and tried to will some of his strength into the woman''s body to try and keep her alive somehow. The boy leaked a surprised voice as he saw a stream of white light slowly fill the woman''s body through her wounds and begin to close them. The light gradually lost its intensity and the woman''s breathing began to even out again and even her bruises and scars began to fade away.


    The last thing the boy saw before sleep took him in its embrace was a calm and kind smile form on the woman''s face as she began to shine with a pale light.

 Discovery

    Rachel had never dreamed that something like this would happen to her. She was expecting to die on this day or at least suffer a fate worse than death. But the young boy that had appeared before her from thin air had saved her life and her chastity.


    He stood there in the midmorning sunlight with a majestic air about him, his clothes fluttering in the soft breeze.


    The strange white clothes he wore had made her shiver a little at first, the stitching on them having the name ¡°Regent¡± on them. But that quickly changed when she saw the scars covering his face and the silver hair fluttering in the air.


    The hair reached down to his shoulders and shone faintly with an otherworldly glow that instilled a sense of fear in her. But when she began to near the boy, the light faded suddenly and his eyes had opened, showing pale purple irises that held no light in them.


    Just when she was going to say something to him, he had closed his eyes once again and began to fall towards her. She had hastily caught him and let out a surprised gasp at how light he had felt, so light she could easily carry him with the little strength she possessed.


    After carrying him gently back to her home and laying him on her couch she had proceeded to bake some cookies. She had been dreading the visitor that was meant to pay her a visit later in the day and couldn¡¯t stop stressing out.


    She had borrowed a large amount of money from loan sharks a few months ago to invest in one of her new inventions. But someone had broken into her house one day while she was out getting parts and when she had returned she found everything smashed and burned, no trace of the original shape left. She couldn¡¯t prove anything but deep down, she knew it had been the very same people she had borrowed money from.


    No matter what she did or who she begged, no matter how slovenly she acted, no one was willing to hire her or lend her money to help pay off her loan. The ones she had borrowed money from were famous for being brutal and uncaring, even going so far as to sabotage their attempts to payback the debt. They were practically the rulers of Gendin, the smallest town in the south.


    Slowly but surely the little money she had left had dwindled to the point she could barely support herself and she had grown weak. Her once lustrous skin had paled and her muscles had deteriorated. Her hair had grown dull and scraggly, the oil secreted from her scalp had begun to cling to her hair like glue. She looked like a homeless beggar on the cusp of death.


    ¡°Today¡¯s the day, huh¡­¡± She gave a self-mocking chuckle before checking on the cookies by opening the oven and poking one with a toothpick. Seeing as how they looked ready to serve, she switched off the oven and grabbed a towel to wrap around her hands and pull the tray out.


    Immediately the scent of fresh cookies filled the room and she smiled gently as she tipped the tray over a plate, the cookies gently sliding off and onto the plate. She then placed the empty tray onto the sink top and the towel on top of it.


    She walked into the lounge room and placed the plate on a small cupboard that was located next to the main couch. She gazed at the boy¡¯s face for a short while before walking back towards the kitchen and sitting down at the table.


    He must have been through a lot. Those kinds of scars¡­ She placed her cheek on the table and closed her eyes, the coolness of the table seeping into her skin. After resting for a few minutes she decided to get up and go check on the young boy again.


    As she walked into the lounge room she immediately noticed the young boy¡¯s outstretched hand hovering above the plate of cookies as well as his gaze focused on her. His gaze was filled with a myriad of emotions but the most obvious one was fear.


    She tried her best to show a comforting smile as her thoughts began to race. What should I do in this kind of situation? Maybe if I introduced myself¡­ No. I don¡¯t think that would help this situation much to be honest. Maybe¡­ She stopped her train of thought and made her way over to the plate of cookies, taking one and moving to a small recliner off to the side of the room.


    After sitting down she took a bite of the cookie and chewed slowly, trying to savour the taste as much as she could. She was lucky she even had enough ingredients in the house to make these so she wanted to get at least a single taste.


    After finishing off the cookie she smiled gently and pointed towards the plate. The boy took a cookie in his hand and shoved it into his mouth in one go, barely chewing it before swallowing in a rush. It didn¡¯t take long before the whole plate was emptied of its contents.


    He opened his mouth to try and say something but then quickly closed it and wore a sour expression on his face. She figured he was trying to thank her so she smiled gently and nodded towards him, clasping her hands in prayer and closing her eyes. She lowered her clasped hands to her lap and decided to get a little sleep before the sharks arrived later.


    *


    When she opened her eyes again she saw the boy had also gone to sleep and felt relieved that he had been able to relax around her despite not knowing her at all. She got to her feet and walked over to him and placed a hand on his cheek, wiping away a tear that had fallen from his eye.


    ¡°You¡¯re similar to me, aren¡¯t you?¡± She felt a small connection with him and thought about what might have happened to him. Considering some of the underground rumours she had been hearing lately she frowned slightly before moving to the kitchen.


    Human experimentation was legalised but no one knows which organisations have a hand in it. But by the looks of it, Regent definitely has a hand in that for certain. Her thoughts were slowly churning as she reached the kitchen table and placed a hand on a corner of it and sighed.


    Knock Knock


    She looked up towards the back door and trembled slightly at the sight of a certain man through the draped blinds of the door. His burly and bulky frame blocking out everything else from her view.


    She took a deep breath and walked over to the door, unlocking the handle but keeping the chain in place as she readied herself. She slowly opened the door to its current limit and put on a nervous smile.


    ¡°Ishahn, you¡¯re early.¡±


    ¡°Rachel, darling. Do you have my money?¡± He placed his hand forward and plastered a very lascivious grin on his face as he leaned forward. His eyes were practically undressing what little parts of her body were showing through the crack. This caused her to shudder and back off a step as she swallowed some saliva.


    ¡°I don¡¯t have it yet¡­ But if you could give me just a few more weeks, I could-¡° As she tried to come up with an excuse she noticed another man slightly farther away hidden behind some shrubs, his figure barely noticeable. ¡°Please! Just come back in a couple more weeks! I¡¯ll have your money by then I promise!¡± She slammed the door shut and locked it as fast as she could and turned to run back to the lounge room before she felt a slimy hand on her thigh.If you come across this story on Amazon, it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it.


    Ishahn had knelt down and pushed his arm through the doggy door at the bottom of the door to try and grab her.


    ¡°Just Stop!¡± She screamed and kicked out with her free leg, connecting with his elbow and causing him to let go in a panic.


    ¡°Fucking woman! Oi Rob, don¡¯t let her escape!¡± Ishahn yelled loudly as he tried to break open the door before giving up and running over to the window.


    ¡°No! Don¡¯t come in here! Please!¡± She screamed as she saw the young man from before come hurtling in through the window, smashing it in the process and wielding a small knife in his hands.


    Climbing in slowly and menacingly, Ishahn licked his lips as he made his way towards Rachel. As he got closer he whipped his hand out and grabbed a hold of her breasts with a heavy grip and nodded in satisfaction.


    ¡°DON¡¯T TOUCH ME!¡± A feral glint appeared on Ishahn¡¯s face as he nodded towards the other man. Before she even knew what had happened she felt a searing pain on her face as Ishahn let go of her breasts and shoved her backwards.


    Not expecting the sudden action she couldn¡¯t brace herself and thus fell heavily onto the ground, her head taking the brunt of the fall. She felt her mind go hazy for a moment and felt something warm and metallic begin to trickle out from her mouth.


    He doesn¡¯t plan to keep me alive¡­ does he? Her thoughts, groggy as they were, still formed this conclusion as she vaguely made out his shape walking towards where she was.


    Suddenly his voice began to drift into her ears and she felt her blood run cold.


    "You should have just kept quiet and let me do you like you promised bitch. You couldn''t scrape together enough money and you have nothing of value in this crapshack. But what''s this? You actually tried to lock me out of the house? What''s gotten into you? Have you finally gone mad?" He gave a small snort and grabbed the waistband of his pants.


    She heard a small thunk followed by a low grunt from nearby before Ishahn opened his mouth again to gloat.


    "Little shit! You thought I''d come here alone? Bwahaha. I already knew that this bitch had taken a boy in with her a few days ago so I brought my little brother here with me in case something happened. I''m glad I did."


    As her vision finally regained its former glory, she felt the urge to scream and cower at the sight that laid before her.


    Ishahn had pulled his pants all the way down and exposed his fully erect member, ready to go at a moment¡¯s notice. Just as she was going to attempt to stand up she felt a sudden impact in her gut that sent her flying backwards into the couch.


    ¡°Guh¡­¡± She felt the air rush out of her mouth along with a clump of blood as she impacted with the couch. No more¡­ Please god I beg you, just end me now


    She reached out her hand towards Ishahn without any particular thought as to why and was met with a fierce boot that snapped the bones and ligaments in her arm and wrist.


    The pain that she felt in this moment was truly astronomical as her arm fell weakly to the floor as Ishahn bent down and tore her dress off and grinned widely.


    No¡­ She thought to herself as she closed her eyes and weakly moved her damaged body and began to curl up before a large weight began to bear down on her chest and her legs were pulled apart.


    The weight was quickly moved and she felt a hand on her stomach and opened her eyes to see Ishahn¡¯s member nearing her most precious place. She felt her mind go into overdrive and her mind grew distant as she felt his hot, pulsating member arrive at her folds, about to part them.


    *


    Graham felt like shit by the time he had reached another town, his head feeling like there was a massive dance party going on inside it. The pounding was nothing compared to the weakness of his body as he kept losing blood steadily during his journey. It had taken a full day and night of walking to reach the closest town. The journey had been rather uneventful and the highway was quiet as a mouse, not a speck of traffic throughout the entire time.


    Due to the incident that had taken place the day before it wasn¡¯t all that surprising. But the fact that there were no rescue crews or curious bystanders attempting to travel in that direction had been a rather curious thing. Normally at least a small amount of traffic would have been taking this road under any circumstance but not this time.


    Graham looked behind himself and saw a few drops of blood on the ground beginning to harden and dry under the evening sun as he felt another surge of pain flow through his head like bolt of lightning.


    ¡°Fuck sakes. I hope this doesn¡¯t affect me in the future.¡± He grumbled to himself as he made his way to the nearest house in hopes of getting directions or assistance to the nearest medical facility.


    He frowned slightly when he saw that the street lights hadn¡¯t turned on yet despite how dark it had gotten outside, not to mention that none of the houses nearby had their lights on either.


    ¡°¡­¡± He walked up to the nearest hose and knocked repeatedly as loud as he could while shouting for help. After repeating this on three houses he came to the conclusion that something must be up.


    He punched the front door of the third house roughly before storming off and manually searching for a hospital or medical facility while it was still light out. It took only ten minutes of searching before he found a medical research facility that still had its backup power functioning. It¡¯s sign standing proudly in front of the building.


    {Rishnar Branch Regent Medical Development Centre}


    He walked up to the glass sliding doors at the front entrance and laughed dryly when it didn¡¯t open for him.


    ¡°Guess I¡¯m gonna have to become a criminal.¡± He sighed dejectedly as he slammed his body against the doors a few times before one of them finally shattered under the repeated stress.


    A strong medicinal scent reminiscent of a dentist or small hospital immediately assailed his nose as he made his way to the front desk. He looked around for any paperwork or documents that could lead him to some blood-bags and the other things he would need but didn¡¯t find anything useful.


    He knew he wouldn¡¯t last much longer at this rate and hurried to search the building before he hit critical condition.


    After a thorough search of the building he finally found all the things he needed to patch himself back up and restore some of his blood loss. The only real problem laid in the blood he had found.


    {O- Alpha v2.1}


    ¡°¡­¡± He cleaned and dressed his wound before bandaging his head up and hooking up a tube and needle to his arm. ¡°¡­¡± Do I really want to put this stuff inside me? It¡¯s obviously from some sort of experiment. What if it fucks me up more than I already am?


    After a few minutes of hesitating he decided to just do it anyway and see what happened from there. He was pretty much screwed either way at this point but decided to take the chance of survival.


    It felt like molten lava was being slowly injected into him when the first few drops of blood entered his system.


    ¡°I fucking knew it! There¡¯s no way this stuff is normal!¡± Just as he was about to yank the needle out of his arm he felt a strange sensation travel up his spine and into his head. It felt like electricity but also not at the same time. It slowly began to spin inside his head as the pain from earlier subsided and he could focus properly on his surroundings.


    The pain in his arm began to fill his entire body but his head alone seemed to feel nothing at all, even feeling better than it ever had in his entire life. He could feel his strength slowly returning to his body as a wave of pure pleasure washed over him.


    Before long the entire contents of the blood bag were emptied into him and the pain began to ease off into a dull ache.


    ¡°¡­¡± He felt his mind begin to sharpen and his thoughts begin to race as a sense of urgency filled his entire being. He moved his gaze to his feet and gasped at the sight that greeted him.


    The wax tile floor was fading in and out of existence before his eyes. No that wasn¡¯t it at all! He was seeing through it to what was beneath it. He blinked his eyes a few times and even rubbed them to see if he was just imagining things.


    ¡°What the hell was in that blood?¡± It took him a moment to get used to this strange new ability before he focused on the sights below. A small group of people were chained to a wall and having their blood drained and new blood injected at the same time some thirty meters below. The sight was enough to question the morality of whoever was in charge down there.


    A small petite woman in a lab coat was jotting down notes into a book as she watched the entire process. She stopped scribbling when one of the chained people began to spasm and vomit a large amount of black goo onto the ground. She seemed to shout something and motion towards the chained person as a group of black clothed people rushed over to take the vomiting person away somewhere.


    ¡°Should I do something about this?¡± Just as soon as he voiced this question he shook his head and calmed down a little. I doubt a single lone person could hope to do anything under these circumstances. But at least one question has been answered. Where did the townsfolk go?


    He unhooked the bag and let it drop to the floor with a soft thwack as he stretched his stiff muscles a little. It didn¡¯t take long for him to feel a lot better and more relaxed as he stopped stretching and headed for the entrance to the building again.


    He had just left the room he was in when a siren suddenly sounded in the building and many rushed footsteps could be heard from all around him.


    ¡°Well fuck¡­¡± He cussed a little before dashing back the way he came to get here.