SUBJECT 028-A (A Masterpiece's Wrath)

CHAPTER NINETEEN

The Last Chapter 

Greatel

“Can you?”

Silence ensued in the atmosphere, only the clanking of his heels prevailed. He was right. I cannot kill anyone, I cannot stain my own hands to get what I desire, I am not like him nor his relative as he mentioned, Forester Black. He continued to walk back and forth like a professor, waiting for an answer from a Dean Lister student.

“What's with your silence, Greatel?” He darted his eyes on my direction. He halt at a distance and started taking steps towards mine. Every clank, feel dreary. What exactly I have done that resort him to this? Is it because I did not consider him as valuable as Dark Domes or is it because notoriety was on their blood? Nonetheless, I still valued him as a comrade. Until when will everyone stop from betraying me?

The shunting lights added our tension, it rhythmically moves according to his pace. He was getting closer to me, while here I am, pinned with his question. I am not feeling great of the way he speaks. As what I am hearing in my earpiece too, Morse and the top tier Gromes were not on their cages. He prepared this event, an unforeseeable event.

“One last question.” His voice lowered, thundering in the four-walled room, sounding like I must be grateful for his patience.

“No.” I firmly answered. “Even if you have a lot of aces in your hands, I am not surrendering myself to the evil!” He wanted my loyalty and the abilities I have, then come! He has to chase it from me.

He smirked and then, the next thing happened was beyond what I am expecting from him. The place dimmed. I was still breathing the warm air from this isolated room. The darkness filled my eyes until it blinded me.

All of a sudden, a sparkling light travelled vastly that made me closed my eyes. This over contrast is blinding. I covered my eyes with my palms then, rubbed it, but chatters from the surrounding arouse. I was left off-guards then, a forceful hand pushed me down to the ground.

I landed on an asphalt floor, the sharp voices were piercing my ears as I slowly opened my eyes...

“M-Morse...”

Morse and the Gromes caught me in a circle. They were like having a ritual, and I was their offering. I roamed my sight and found myself in this nostalgic old building. The vivid smell of spice, the loudspeakers on the corners and the graffiti. Their abode that I failed to give them back.

Is this an illusion? Hallucination? How did I get here?

“Burn that wicked tyrant!”

“The price of violence is death!”

“Burn her to death!”

“Death for the masterpiece!”

They were chanting, one of them tied my hands to prevent me from escaping. Tears formed on my eyelids while I scanned through their faces.  This place was supposed to be the most lively, free from hate and chatters of happiness. What did Khin do?

“I am not the enemy here!” I screamed, more like begging.

I crawled to Morse direction, but a hard whip hit my legs. The stinging pain convinced me that this is more than an illusion. I should not feel anything, but it penetrated my skin.

“B-Believe me!” I curled in pain as another whip hit my back and then torso. It was continuous, until I fully dropped on the asphalt floor. As I felt an ensuing numbness, my heated veins knocked me awake. There is pleasure radiating from every bruise, every whip was awakening the monster in me. I must prevent this. No, I cannot hurt these people. Not them. My loud scream deafened the whole place until the rapid pulsation had come again. Please, not the outburst.