The heavens saw how dangerously delicate a human is, deliberately holding dear to the title that keeps them on top of the dominionㅡfigurative power. Regarded as the smartest functioning race.
Oblivious to what was coming, a foreboding havoc staring...
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My agenda here was done, I payed the old man a visit and fulfilled a promise to beat him once more in the game of generalsㅡchess.
I spent two full days worrying whether death had knocked his door already. I don't want to be indebted to anyone in any way. Not that I have a sound conscience to begin with for me to be bothered by an unreturned favor. However, it's an unsettling feeling, as if I'm leaving an unfinished business behind.
Either way, I'm relieved to find him in the flesh, old and barely hanging but still breathing. The first and last person on my list to whom I obliged myself to return an overdue favor.
I left the place via bullet train and headed straight to an open land where a private jet awaits my arrival. Upon traveling, I sip into my favorite chamomile tea, my thoughts wandered upon reliving my resurrection, as I like to call it.
I have yet to paint the biggest picture but I have fragments of it.
Somewhere at Area 57, a damaged underground facility was built at the borderline of the abandoned Central Station at Ran and the Sun's Vessel facilitiesㅡthe largest electricity generating manor built at the border of Sierra.
500 meters below the surface were layers of laboratories which were damaged to bits as if someone intentionally raised havoc inside, thus wanting to bury all what has been worked and accomplished in that place. Safe to assume that the area was vacated before the deed was done as there were not a single skeletal remains found.
Worn out labels of do not cross and chemical leakage warnings were plastered at the entrance.
The case was closed immediately as it was deemed as an outright arson. Not a single soul would have thought that life is beating in on one of the secret cells, the one in the deepest area of the main lab. The nearby power plant was the one supplying the cell an extreme voltage of power.
Inside was a transparent tube filled with lime green liquid with a complex series of wires attached. Floating in the liquid was what seemed as a naked human, a she.
Suddenly, the monitor beside beeped frantically, the small screen showing the vital signs broke. The liquid inside the tube transitioned to crimson red, the woman inside breathed erratically. Not a later after, the tube exploded exposing a woman desperately clutching her neck to grasp for air.
From a full minute of numbness, foreign feelings started to manifest, from feeling the cold concrete cell to hearing the screeching sound coming from the broken machine, warm liquid dripping all over her body. The taste of what she couldn't identify yet at the time as the irony tang of blood. Ultimately, the blurry vision she had while attempting to open her eyes.
If confusion was personified, she was the perfect case. As she attempted to stand, a sprang of pain protruded her head, a flashback of what appear to be her memories played in her head like a hammer. Series of screams echoed in the small space however none of which could be heard from the outside.
