Cannibalistic Desire

Chapter Four: The Truth

Chapter Four: The Truth

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“Now that I caught the both of you, will you please cooperate with us?”

It was a woman with big breasts. Her hair was blonde in color and her smile was creepy. Her name was Katarina Lichtenstein; a Russian officer. She woke us up in that filthy room and sent us here to interrogate us.

Areon and I were still groggy from lack of sleep. We had spent our Godly night hours yapping with each other and the bitch didn't take buy our excuse. What a bitch.

The Russian officer took out a white folder and flipped it open, canning the whole thing and she began studying our faces one-by-one.

“I’ll start with you, Mr. Areon.”

“Areon’s fine. Don’t add Mr. I’m still eighteen, for your information. Still young.”

Areon straightened up but his face was telling me that he didn’t like being questioned. He couldn’t act vicious like what he always did when angered or provoked years ago. Maybe living alone these past few years really taught him to control his emotions.

“You were caught stealing and taking drugs on 2815 Street. How about it, Areon?”

“How about what?”

“You do this sort of thing often?”

Areon rolled his eyes. “What sort of thing?”

“Dealing with drugs. You said you’re still young.”

“I’m no thief.”

“Oh. I didn’t say that.”

“But you are accusing me of stealing!”

“Заткнись!”

Areon stopped talking when the Russian officer said that.

The blonde woman sighed and massaged her temples. “How are you, cutie?”

I looked at the officer, blinking. “Me?”

“Yes, you. For four years, we’ve been trying to arrest you, but you’re a devious young man. But hey, look at the bright side! We caught you at last. Thank the God!”

I glared at her intensely and growled. “No need to be angry, cutie. The higher-ups will decide your fate. So, if I were you… I'd start talking! Answer me honestly. What are you?”

That question didn’t cross my mind. Not even once.

Zach. He was the one who created me and yet…

“I repeat, what are you? These past years, you were just roaming around in this city; eating innocent people. You’re not a zombie, a vampire or a werewolf! We conducted a research but nothing popped out. The humans you ate didn’t turn into zombies or any of those mythical creatures I mentioned. Just what are you?”

She was right, though. I only spent my days eating humans three times a day.

Just…

What am I?

“Cade, don’t listen to the bitchy Russian,” I heard Areon say. I turned my head to the side to look at him and his face looked troubled.

“No! If you stop answering me, you’ll get yourselves killed,” said the officer.

“I’ll explain everything to you, Katarina Lichtenstein. Just leave him alone.”

Subsequently, Katarina gave in. “Fine. Suit yourself.”

“I am Areon. I don’t know my last name. I am eighteen. Five years ago, I met Zach.”

“And who is this Zach?”

“A traitor.”

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“Oh, look! They are talking about you!”

“I can see that, Vadim.”

On the other side of the interrogation room, six people were looking at the monitors. The room was big yet the people inside couldn’t fit in. The atmosphere inside was humid and a familiar looking male was eyeing the orange-haired boy inside the interrogation room; his face full of uncertainty. He was wearing a trench coat and a visible scar was shown on his face.

“Those are Zach’s previous experiments, Nolan. Will you look at that? They are complete!” said a cheery voice.

The raven-haired male whose name Zach smiled gently at himself. He missed his experiments, especially the one who called himself Cade. He believed that the two will surely hunt him down and ask for their true identity and Zach wasn’t fully prepared for that.

He knew those two will bring destruction to the organization he set foot in. “Don’t underestimate my first experiments, Nolan.”

Behind Zach was a girl. A fifteen-year-old girl with mid-orange hair was glaring at the monitors with full hatred.

“They should die. Especially that kid.”

She slowly raised her index finger; pointing the obvious orange-haired.

“Die.”