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❴CHAPTER ONE❵

─CREATOR─

❝Are You Ready, Creator?❞

❝Are You Ready, Creator?❞

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WHAT IS THE MEANING OF LIFE? Is it happiness? Love? Or life just doesn't have a meaning?

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WHAT IS THE MEANING OF LIFE? Is it happiness? Love? Or life just doesn't have a meaning?

That's what all Jack thought for the past 2,555 days, 7 years. Right now he just thought life was just staring into white cement walls for constant hours and just waiting to be dragged out by men in white to be experimented again.

Years ago, when he was first being tested on he would've used his imagination to think that he was in space fighting off aliens or on a pirate ship fighting Captain Hook and his crew. And he would've dreamt that he was back home with his family or get to see his dad one last time. But the men in white alongside Papa broke it along with his innocence.

Papa. He knows that Papa wasn't his real dad. Jack still remembers what his old man looked like before he was taken. But the image of his father slowly fades every moment he gets experimented on or punished. He still remembers the rides to work, rocking out to music, helping him to take care of Sara or just them talking while his dad was picking him up from school and him dropping off Jack at Steve's.

Steve. Oh, he remembers Steve. He remembered his smile. His eyes. His hair. His personality. His body. His best friend. Just the thought of Steve either brought a smile to his face or tears in his eyes. But a smile appeared on his face as he remembers the crazy and idiotic stuff they done together.

Before Jack continues thinking about his best friend, the lock clicked signifies that someone is coming in. Few seconds later, the heavy mental door swings open revealing two strong build men in white uniforms and Papa.

"Twelve..." Papa trails off before stepping closer to the poor boy causing him to crawl into a corner and push his knees to his chest. Papa took another step forward and watched the boy very intensely.

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