(Mona POV)Akito told us to take shelter and he himself had left for somewhere. We all tried to toe him to the bed with a rope. But that didn’t work. He just broke the rope and left.I take Ariel and Shizuka and leave. I have already called my father and he sent a car for us.After getting in, we all heaved a big sigh. “What was that?” (Ariel)“Just a normal grenade thrown at Akito.” “Why would a grenade come flying at him? He is still hiding something.” (Ariel)“Maybe.” I seriously don’t know why does he feel the need to do so. But he isn’t telling us something.“Where did Ratri go?” (Shizuka)“Maybe helping the patients. She is a nurse.” That’s true. That Ratri has some idea about what is happening but she won’t tell us either.And we reached a safe place. Outside of the city bounds. But this place isn’t too nice.“This place is too far away and it’s dirty.” (Shizuka)“I know. This used to be a weapons storage but now this is just an abandoned place. It is intended to be used as

I wake up. That’s it. Because currently all of my mental composure is at work. The amount of pain running through my body is unimaginable. I haven’t even opened my eyelids yet.Because they are so heavy. I can’t pull them up. I remember it. That time when I woke up midway through the surgery.I was fully conscious and I screamed. It was a deathly wail. But soon I fell into a deep slumber. I don’t know how many days have passed. Or has even a second passed? That’s how fuzzy my mind actually is. But laying here won’t help. Fortunately, I am conscious again. Meaning, I can focus on healing myself.Normally, it would be impossible for me to survive that attack. A normal human would have died right away. Because I was caught in a barrage of bullets.I tried to avoid getting hit in my vitals but the damage kept on piling. And I had lost way too much blood.Clinically, physiologically and even realistically my survival is impossible. Because the bullets fired at me were lead bullets. It wou

I open my eyes. I feel a lot better than before. I don’t know what time it is but I feel better. I can see properly. I can hear sounds. My breathing is a bit on the rough side but I will live.I try to move my head but I couldn’t. Is this a plaster? A neck plaster. So I am stuck.Because I can’t feel my body. Why? Normally the anesthetics would just put me to sleep. It would be for a short while. If you seriously want to put me to sleep then use bigger doses. Use morphine or even more dangerous stuff.I guarantee I won’t die. But this feels familiar. My whole body is paralyzed. I can see and listen. I try to speak and I can speak fine. So only my body is unresponsive.Meaning, the culprit is Mr. M. He had said before that he synthesized a special anesthetic just for me. I even tested it and the results were the same.I guess he gave some to Monga? That man had the uncanny ability of anticipation. He almost always perfectly anticipated things.He never fails to impress. So this will p

Another week has passed. I am totally healed. My body feels better than ever. Probably because all of the rest.I never rested. When I was in middle school, I worked my butt off. High school was the same. Then the experiment happened and I was dismissed.The project was scrapped so I should have been dead. But I was called a failure and they thought I would not say a word about it to anyone.I didn’t and no one would believe it in the first place. And then high school ended. I began working even harder. But my parents ran off on me.I was sold and became married. Got divorced because many things happened. And I escaped from this country because the government was hunting me.I spent five whole years traveling and sometimes working as a part time assassin. And now, I am getting a much deserved rest. I have reunited with my wife whom I thought had divorced me but she didn’t. My childhood friend who was actually in love with me.And my good friend who saved my butt in India. And even my

I have been discharged from the hospital. It has been a week already. Now all that is left is to break into my new house.And the trouble at that time was settled quite easily. It looked like a big trouble but it actually wasn’t.It went like this.I looked at Monga and Masato. We are ready to face the enemy. Ariel, Mona and Shizuka are sitting where they were.Probably because of their past and recent experiences, they have gained a resistance to this kind of situation. But what will come? Where will they come out from?“Akito, they are coming through the door.” (Monga)Monga’s statement brought me back from my thoughts. So they are coming through the front door.And the door was opened. A man entered. Dressed casually with his glasses on. But he gave off an unnatural feeling. “Subject no. 1002, Akito, we have come to retrieve you.” He said. I am stunned at his directness. He directly called me by my serial number and told me what he’s here for.“I thought you guys scraped the proj