Golden Melody

Chapter 11.6

Thyron Sebastian

His pov

The basement was thick with the smell of disinfectant and the low growl of caged animals.
The snarls and hisses rose from the cages lining the walls, a chorus of creatures awaiting their fate.
Their eyes, wild and desperate, followed my every movement. They were my audience, cheering me on, sensing my power, my ambition.

I had just left Aleanna in the motel, a necessary sacrifice.
She had stumbled upon my secret, my involvement in the creation of the alpha clones, the chimera, and the virus.
A foolish girl, she thought she could stop me.
But I am a master of control, a puppeteer pulling the strings of fate.

The lab in Green City was in ruins, the virus unleashed before its time.
The higher-ups were furious, but I had ensured my name would never be mentioned.
Aleanna, and now Mark, would be silenced.

Mark, my best friend, stood before me, his eyes pleading.
"Thyron, please. I don't want to die."

I chuckled, a cold, mirthless sound.
"Don't worry, Mark. You won't die. You'll be reborn. As my vassal."

He was not suitable for cloning, his genetic makeup was too flawed.
But he was a perfect specimen for my chimera project.
I could mold him, shape him, turn him into something more beautiful, more powerful.
A creature of my own design.

"I'll turn you into something more beautiful," I whispered, my voice a seductive whisper.
"Something that will serve me."

A sudden knock on the door startled me.

"We have him," Mr. Hamilton said, his voice a low rumble. "Ready his clone."

"I'm on it," I replied, my gaze shifting to the man standing beside Mark.
He was a perfect replica of Zatariel, his features identical, his eyes holding a chilling emptiness.

"You ready to get rid of the real you, buddy?" I asked, my voice dripping with malice.

He smirked, a chilling, predatory smile.
"I'm always ready. And from now on, I am the real one. We'll get rid of the fake."

I didn't like him, even his clone. He was too independent, too unpredictable.
But he was a useful tool, a weapon I could wield.
And after tonight, this clone would be the real one.
The original Zatariel, a mere shadow of his former self, would be erased.

"Let's go," I said, my voice was cold and commanding.

The clone nodded, his eyes gleaming with a sinister light.

We descended into the depths of the basement, the cages of animals a silent testament to my ambition.
The scent of fear and desperation hung heavy in the air, a sweet, intoxicating aroma.
Tonight, I would reshape the world, one clone at a time.
And I would be the one who pulled the strings.