Beyond Control

Chapter 49

There's an army outside.

They're the rescue team for whoever successfully escaped this facility.

According to Ayven, they'll treat those who crawled to safety or whoever made it out with the rescue team sent in. Neither workers nor the rescue team came out, and I don't suppose they'll treat the instigator of this incident with care like they planned for others.

We stood by the stairways leading to the main exit, the one where I came close to finding. The floor in this part of the facility is covered with opulent and fine carpet, the usual kind I see in lavish hotels. I think of a rich smell whenever I see places of this kind but the atmosphere is filled with a heavy smell of chemicals.

There's a few men guarding the exit right up the stairway and a lot more out of the building watching whoever comes out of the facility.

I feel a pat on my shoulder, bringing my gaze up to him. I say, "Do we have to...kill all of them?"

Our gaze met but he turned away when I asked that question, smiling as he responded, "The only way out is for all of them to die. The only way for no one to keep hunting you is by using the same method."

He's right. I have my abilities and he has his bioweapons. It's enough to take this place down with the two of us, and after that, I'll get the freedom I longed for.

But what will he get? Finally being able to stop being a scientist on this isolated island?

He knew everything I wanted, hoped for, while he kept everything hidden to himself.

"The boats are outside. Once we've cleared the path, we can leave this island," his hand wrapping around my shoulders and gradually crawling to the back of my neck.

His fingers were like ice, numbing and sharp. They trailed the upper back of my neck and shifted down like a water droplet rolling down against my skin.

My shoulders bounced up before I could control it.

And the light flickers.

I'm scared, I'm so scared. Not scared of the army waiting for me outside nor the scientist preparing for the next experiment, but of him who's been trying to save me the entire time.

Something's off with Ayven, I spotted it when we met coincidentally in a random hallway. When I saw him, a subject's corpse was by his feet after a colossal excruciating scream ringed down the hallway.

It's subject-52, which I saw with his eyes blinded and the bottom of his chin sliced open.

He doesn't know what I saw, doesn't know what I thought, and has no clue how I feel about him.

Until a moment ago, the lights snitched on me, my abilities told everyone about that, the army outside, the remaining survivors in the building and Ayven who stood beside me. The flickering lights indicate him as the cause of the fear that'd aroused in me.

He looks at me with a pair of unreadable eyes and he smiles an innocent smile.

I hope there are other subjects with the same abilities as mine so I could blame this phenomenon on them, but his smile has already told me enough that I am the only one who could manipulate anything that exists.

Noises aroused outside of the building, assuming the army had suspected the strange occurance of the flicking lights.

I feel his fingers lifted off my bare neck as his gaze switched to another place. The weight of his gaze lifted off the pressure in my head, and I caught myself exhaling after holding my breath in for the moment.