THE PERFECTION: POOL OF BLOOD

CHAPTER 7

It had been a few weeks since Aunt Mary Lou's passing. The sting of grief still lingered in my heart, but I knew I needed to move forward. I couldn't help but wonder about my own life and who I really was. That's when I decided to go back to the Kevin Hepburn Hospital to see if I could find any answers.

As I walked through the hospital doors, memories of my time there flooded my mind. The sterile smell of the hospital mixed with the scent of flowers from the gift shop. I made my way to the reception desk and asked to speak to someone who could help me with my search.

The receptionist looked at me with pity in her eyes. "I'm sorry, dear. But I'm not sure there's much we can do for you. It's been many years since you were born here. Many of the nurses who were here during that time have either been relocated or passed away. Even the doctor who delivered you has since passed on."

I felt a pang of disappointment in my chest. How could I find out anything about myself if everyone who had been there was gone? The receptionist must have seen the defeat on my face because she offered me a small ray of hope. "You could try looking at your birth certificate. That might give you some information."

I thanked her and made my way to the records department. The woman behind the counter looked at me skeptically when I asked for my birth certificate. "And why do you need that, dear?"

"I'm trying to find out more about my past. I don't know anything about my birth parents, and I was hoping my birth certificate might have some information."

The woman nodded and began typing on her computer. After a few minutes, she handed me a piece of paper. "Here you go. This is your birth certificate. It doesn't have much information, but it's a start."

I took the paper from her and looked it over. It had my name, date of birth, and the hospital where I was born. There was no information about my birth parents or any other family members. It was frustrating, to say the least.

Feeling disheartened, I decided to take a break from my search and head to North Lake. It was the metal institute where Jane-Anne Sinclair had been a patient. Maybe I could find out more about her there.

As I walked into the institute, I was met with a disturbing sight. The halls were filled with crazed patients, some screaming and thrashing, while others sat quietly in the corner, staring off into space. It was a grim reminder of the dark side of mental illness.

I approached one of the nurses and asked about Jane-Anne Sinclair. The nurse looked at me with a mix of sadness and fear in her eyes. "She was one of our patients, but she went mad. No one knew why. She died a couple of years after being admitted here."

I felt a chill run down my spine. It was as if the mystery surrounding my own past had deepened even further. If I couldn't find out about Jane-Anne Sinclair, how could I ever hope to uncover the truth about myself?

Suddenly, I heard a commotion coming from down the hall. I rushed over to see what was going on and found a patient, a young woman around my age, thrashing around and screaming. I watched in horror as the nurses tried to calm her down.

After visiting the North Lake metal institute, I became more focused on finding the truth about my past. I began to avoid Valerie and our nightly routine. Instead, I spent my time reading books on human psychology, the brain, and genetics. I realized that everyone was flawed, everyone had their own defects, and that included me.

Valerie, on the other hand, became more and more crazed. She would leave notes under my door, begging me to see her. But I knew that I couldn't continue with her. I had to focus on finding answers about who I was and what my purpose in life was.

Then, one day, I received a call from the Institute of Modern Sciences. They offered me a job as a bioengineer in my own lab. I accepted the offer without hesitation. This was a chance for me to make a real difference in the world.

The lab was in a remote location, surrounded by lush greenery and wildlife. The air was crisp, and the scenery was breathtaking. As soon as I arrived, I knew that this was where I was meant to be.

I spent my days in the lab, experimenting and researching. I worked on developing new techniques for gene therapy and stem cell research. I also researched the effects of brain stimulation on human behavior.

As I delved deeper into my work, I discovered that there were many ways to improve the human condition. I began to understand that we could use science to eliminate the flaws in our genetic makeup and the defects in our brain.

My assistant constantly reminded me, "Sir, i understand the aim of your work, but i feel its a bit naive,  you can't change a human being". I used to ignore it until i heard what she had to say, Nathaly was right, i was not going to change humans, i gave up on that attempt, instead,  i had to make a perfect human being.

Every day as i went back home, i had to sneak in before Valery saw me. it was pathetic. 

As I was driving home from work, a blonde lady stepped in front of my car, waving her arms and trying to get my attention. I rolled down the window and asked her what she was doing.

"Hey there, handsome. Looking for a good time?" she said with a smile.

I was taken aback. "Excuse me?"

"I'm a working girl, honey. Thirty dollars for a quickie," she said, still smiling.

I hesitated for a moment, but my morality hit. "No thank you, I'm not interested."

I could not help but realize that this woman would not be missed or even be looked for, she would be the perfect test subject to start a perfect being.

As she turned to leave, I suddenly picked up a huge rock and hit her in the head. She fell to the ground, unconscious.

I couldn't believe what I had just done. I picked up the lady and put her in the trunk of my car. My mind raced as I drove back to my lab.

Once I reached my lab, I took her in where the cameras couldn't see. I planned to experiment on her and learn more about the human body. But as I was about to begin by removing her skin, I noticed that she was no longer breathing.

I tried to save her, pumping her chest and giving her mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. But it was too late, she had become useless. I was filled with a sense of guilt and regret as I realized that I had just taken a life.