[ONGOING]Crimson Heroes (Ikarishipping)

CHAPTER 2

Chapter 2

Everything was hazy and blurry. Paul felt all his senses had shut down, and he wasn't regaining them any minute. He felt numb and cold. He couldn't move a single muscle, more or less open fully his eyes.

With the little vision he got, all he could distinguish was a blinding light over him.

And whispers, he heard them. Horrible voices.

A lot of people were surrounding his lying body. Five, six, seven, he couldn't count exactly how many they were.

All of their faces were darkened by the bright light behind their heads. He couldn't see their faces. All he identified were only surgical masks.

It somehow terrified him, but only just a little. A slight tingle ran across his spine.

'What are they talking about? Are they talking about me?' He thought.

"Why am I assigned to this kid? Subject7 is the most dangerous of the seven! He could kill us in an instant!"

"Seriously!? Have you ever been assigned to Subject6? The previous batch that took charge of her all hanged themselves inside her chamber! That sight still haunts me every night."

"No! Subject1 is the most terrifying! When we opened the chamber of that boy the other day, he was left alone and the scientists that worked on him disappeared without any trace. They were never found up to this day! They say he's capable of either reducing you to nothing, sending you back into time or into the future or transporting you to the Abyss. Nobody knows!"

"You're scared of disappearing? Subject4 is capable of burning anyone in indistinguishable fire! That girl manifests the eternal flames of the Abyss. The Inferno!"

"Burning huh? How do you feel about being frozen solid alive in indestructible ice?"

"Shut up! All seven of them are dangerous! Not a single one of them is less favorable than the other! All of them are capable of killing you in a single second. They're far more dangerous than any devils we've encountered. What did you expect of cursed half-bloods of the most powerful devil emperor?"

"You're right. When will Jhon ever stop with all these experiments? How many people will have to die for him so he would realize that these kids are useless to us! Why can't he be satisfied that we already won the war? We don't need these kids."

"We should just kill these cursed half-bloods while they're still young."

"And when will all of you realize that sharing your touching experience with the cursed half-bloods will get us nowhere? Now hand me that scalpel and syringe so we'll have something to report today at least."

"I'd rather die by the hands of these monsters than face Jhon's wrath. He can do things far worse than what these children can do."

Paul had no idea what they were talking about.

Kids, monsters, seven, devils, subjects, curses, experiments, grandad and deaths.

All thoughts he swallowed forcibly only produced a throbbing headache.

He closed back his eyes. He didn't care whatever they were talking about earlier. He slowly and willingly lose hold of his consciousness.

He allowed only a single thought to remain in his mind – after all of this today, he'll get to see mother and she would read to him his favorite book.