The first book in the Morph series.
Ryn's story.
- "Don't you know I can't die!?" -
After being confined for years, Ryn has an opportunity to escape her prison. She's not looking only to free herself but also the rest of the test subjects. As secret...
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The Jump hadn't been as spectacular as I'd seen in movies, but I guess nothing in real life can be compared to a cinematic. Still, I felt disappointed. Space wasn't as exciting as I had grown up thinking it was. The Jump landed us reasonably close to the cluster of planets. Unfortunately, it would take a few weeks before we would get close due to low fuel. No one seemed to mind. Everyone was just happy to be free.
After speaking with the others, we agreed to postpone the knowledge dump, which was essential because everyone except myself, Jax, Ron, and Maxwell was out of the loop. Instead, I instructed everyone to find a room where they would reside for the next few weeks and meet back together in a few hours. That way, it would buy me enough time to gather more information on what exactly this was and why it had happened. I needed to give them something, and the best shot I had was finding my father's office if he had one. Hopefully, I would find what I was searching for.
"Do you know where I could find the Schwartzhase office?" Maxwell jumped in surprise. He hadn't heard me walk up behind him.
"I had no idea you were following me." He glanced at me before continuing to walk down the hall. "Why do you want to know about Dr. Schwartzhase?"
"He was my father, and unfortunately I can't go interrogate him myself." Maxwell stopped abruptly and stared at me dauntingly.
"I'm guessing you killed him?" I nod slightly, not affected by his obvious disapproval.
"You don't seem to have any remorse for what you did." Maxwell states plainly. I cock my head at him before scoffing. Of course, I did. I didn't feel remorse for the scum that used to be my father. Everyone else, on the other hand, I could remember how it felt as if I was living through it all over again.
"I'm not proud of what I did, but it was necessary."
"Did you even think for a second that what we were doing might have been necessary!?" Maxwell grit out between clenched teeth.
"Had that been true, there's no way I would've been able to make it off the second floor. It took me a matter of minutes to wipe this floor out." If this experiment were as crucial as Maxwell made it out to be, they would have been prepared for every possibility. Whoever was behind this was an idiot. The ship may have been impossible to navigate by itself, but the moment I got my hands on the navigation device, it was game over. They were probably better off having more people on guard than the fancy shit they concocted.
"I hope they haunt you for the rest of your life!" I hummed low in my throat at his response. I had been aware of the possible consequences when I decided to escape. I might be strong physically, but mentally, I was weak. I was waiting for the dead to get up and start walking.
"You killed them all without hesitation! Not an ounce of—!"
"Of course, I care but had I hesitated; it might be me dead instead of them! Don't you dare treat me like I'm some monster! Your people made me what I am, so don't act like you were blindsided." I spun around and headed back the way I came. I wasn't going to listen to him whine about the hand he was dealt. I'd have to find the office on my own. I had an idea of what I should try first.
