Beyond Control

Chapter 47

I never knew I had these powers the entire time. I could've used it, I could've done this a long time ago, I could've let myself out before they painted these horrors into the walls of my mind.

Even after hoping for my freedom, after gaining the inhuman power no one wants to fight against, after breaking free from the facility's chains, I find my way back to the first cell I've been locked in.

The only change is I am no longer an experimental subject.

I find myself standing at the observation room, staring at the person now standing in the middle of the subject's cell. He has the rare yellow eyes I've only seen on two people in my life, which is him and his son.

'Father' was utterly calm, he stood in a casual way with his hands in his pocket, mirroring his son's posture, or perhaps his son learned it from him. His yellow eyes swept the cell he's locked in, his expression as dull and as drunken he'd always seemed to be.

I switched my gaze away for a second to search what he's looking for, and when my gaze returned to the yellow eyes, they're looking right at me.

My heart shook.

My weak and puny heart that jumps at every little scare. I never quite understand my heart, never comprehend why the world frightens it.

After going through the past events, I thought I'd completely armored my heart up to be strong for once. But something seems to always destroy it, something about this facility, about the colors of these strange walls.

Something about those yellow eyes.

"You know," 'father' began, speaking leisurely as if we're strolling in the garden and walking to the patio to have a chat, "you've never been able to figure out the truth on your own."

Ever since the pair of yellow eyes caught my eyes, I struggled to coordinate my power, to connect it to his heart.

"I needn't figure it out, your son revealed-"

"Foolish child," he sneered, cutting me off, "if you're raised by me, you would've figured things out before you even got abducted.

"Your mother was a fool like you, thinking she can run forever even after knowing how powerful I can be."

I want to get out of here. I want to get out.

I want to leave.

No, a voice in my head told me, finish this right here.

For a moment, I forgot what the purpose of bringing him here is. Both him and Kaysen are good at distracting people.

"We're not even related," I tell him through the observation room's glass window.

His face was lit up by sunlight though there is none in this underground facility, seeming shocked he responded, "You knew?"

"Your son-"

"It seems Kaysen couldn't keep his mouth shut about this any longer." He chuckled, "I knew it. And I bet you didn't know how long he's waited to tell other people that, especially you."

His voice was equivalent to the demonic voice in disguise. His words mirror his son's, but why do I feel like his son's words shares a much more contrasting meaning compared to his father's.

"Why?" I asked him, all of my past sufferings clogging up my head abruptly, "Why me?"

I feel out of breath, I feel needles piercing holes in my lungs.

I don't want to talk about our relationships.

"It's a long story, dear Crystal," he took a step forward, his long legs brought him closer to the observation window instantly, "Unfortunately, Kaysen doesn't know the buried part of the story to tell you what the early beginning is."