● Prologue ●
They had watched Ryder Clark for a long time. First, as a speculated witness to one of their crimes, as someone who had merely taken a glimpse into their projects but needed to be wiped out immediately anyways. Then, when all attempts to eradicate him had failed, he turned into a whole new project himself.
He was only sixteen, well built and muscled not by a sport but by numerous reps of pushups, sit-ups, and curl-ups in his father’s basement each night. He had a collection of army knives, sunglasses, and never-returned books from the library that shut down five years ago. He had brown hair and murky gray eyes. He was attractive but quite the shy kid in school, spending the majority of his time in the shadows of the classroom instead of the limelight. His handwriting was messy. He could read minds. He liked graphic design.
Someone was keeping him alive. Two projects. But it was like trying to hit two targets with one bullet.
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Contingency
Fantastique❝Life and death, that's all there should be. But put something in the middle, and all order is lost.❞ Andrea has been a ghost for as long as she could remember; bodiless, empty, floating through a realm between life and death. Her death was a mistak...
