—Do you remember the first night when some people broke into your house and carted away with some things?—"People have always been breaking in and I know that they will continue to break in," Allen said. "But that still doesn't answer my question about me being in a trance." —I need you to remember that particular night when some people broke into your house.—"What night was that, was it at this house or the other one," Allen asked, intuitively pointing his fingers backward. —No this house, it happened weeks after you moved in... Do you remember now?—"Yes yes I do, so what about it?" Allen asked. —Good, I wasn't with you at the time so I wasn't able to warn you about their plans. Those people who broke into your house are your rivals, well they work for your rivals.—"Rivals?? I thought I had only people who were jealous of my success apart from the loan sharks." —These are more deadlier than the loan sharks and when I say by your rivals, I mean that they are your competitors a
Allen agreed to let himself be transported back to the realm where they had been earlier. It scared him at first when Ultimate told him that he had rivals who would go to any length just to see that they see him suffer before eventually taking him out. And the worst was that they had trapped him in a trance that was on a loop, his days were on a continuous repeat but he wasn't aware of it and the fact that this was possible only heightened his fear. "What do I do to wake up?" Allen asked the moment they had been transported back to his room. —A lot of things, Allen, a whole lot of things.— ultimate responded. "Get me started on them, do I need to take a note to jot them down or something?" —You don't need that, first of all, your rivals do not know yet that you've found out about being a trance, and two, they don't know that I'm no longer in their possession— "So we're on a good start, aren't we?" Allen asked, his tone was etched in apprehension that he was barely breathing
"Oops!" Was not the word Allen had meant to say but that was what spilled out from his mouth. He had not the slightest intuition that he was going to find the machine this soon and now that he had not found it, he had no words to describe the monstrosity of the machine. In the center of the room, a monolithic machine towered over the space, its metal exterior etched with cryptic symbols pulsated with a malevolent energy. The machine's surface appeared to shift and writhe, like a living entity, as if it was alive and feeding off the darkness within.Glowing red eyes, like embers from a malevolent fire, burn bright as they surveil the room, casting an eerie glow on the walls. The air around the machine seemed to distort as if reality itself was warped by its presence.Tendrils of wires, like snakes, slither across the floor, connecting the machine to a series of ancient computers, their screens flickering with code that seems to pulse with dark power. The air was heavy with the scent
Suddenly, the machine emitted a deafening roar, its metal casing bursting apart as a massive explosion ripped through the room. Allen felt himself lifted off the ground, his body hurled backward as the blast wave struck him with incredible force.He landed hard on the floor, his head spinning as he struggled to comprehend what had just happened. But as he sat up, a searing pain shot through his face, and he knew something was wrong.His hands flew to his cheeks, and he felt a wave of horror as he realized that part of his face was burned, the skin charred and blackened by the intense heat of the explosion.Allen's vision blurred as he stumbled to his feet, his mind reeling with shock and agony. He staggered backward, his eyes fixed on the smoldering ruins of the machine as if unable to believe what had just occurred.The room was in shambles, the walls cracked and broken, the air thick with the acrid smell of smoke and burning metal. And Allen's face... his face was a burning, throbbi
The hospital doors burst open as the paramedics rushed Allen into the emergency ward, his body battered and bruised. The medical team sprang into action, surrounding him with a flurry of activity."Get him on the table, now!" a doctor yelled, as they quickly transferred Allen to a gurney.A nurse began to cut away his clothes, revealing the extent of his injuries. "Oh my god," she gasped, her eyes widening in shock.A doctor stepped forward, his face set in a determined expression. "Let's get to work. We need to stabilize him, stat!"The team moved with precision, their hands moving swiftly as they inserted IVs, attached monitors, and administered medication. Allen's eyes fluttered open, his gaze darting wildly around the room."Hey, Allen, can you hear me?" a nurse asked, her voice soft and reassuring. "You're safe now. We've got you."Allen's eyes locked onto hers, his mouth opening in a silent scream as the pain and chaos overwhelmed him.The medical team continued their work, thei
Allen lay in bed, his mind racing with fragmented memories. He stared at the ceiling, trying to piece together his past. The nurse had told him his name, but that was about it. He had no idea who he was, where he came from, or what his life was like before the hospital.As the hours passed, Allen's memories slowly began to return. But there were still gaps, and he couldn't shake the feeling that something important was missing.The hospital staff was kind and supportive, but they were tight-lipped about his past. "You need to rest and recover," they'd say. "You'll remember everything in time."But Allen was impatient. He wanted answers now. He wanted to know who had brought him to the hospital, and why. He wanted to know what had happened to him.But no one was allowed to see him yet, except for the medical staff. The doctor had ordered complete isolation, citing Allen's fragile state.So Allen lay in bed, his mind spinning with questions, with no one to turn to for answers. He felt l
Allen's eyes snapped open in the darkened hospital room. He lay still for a moment, listening to the steady beep of the machines surrounding him. He was tired of this place, tired of the constant questions and the endless tests. He just wanted to go home.But every time he asked to be discharged, the doctors and nurses would shake their heads. "Not yet, Mr. Allen," they would say. "You're not ready."Allen threw off the covers and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He was ready. He had to get out of here.He slowly got to his feet, his head spinning slightly. He took a deep breath and began to make his way across the room, his eyes fixed on the door.As he reached the doorway, he hesitated. The hallway was dimly lit, but he could see the nurses' station at the far end. He knew they would stop him if they saw him trying to leave.Allen took a deep breath and stepped out into the hallway. He moved quickly and quietly, his heart pounding in his chest.He reached the elevators and p
Allen's eyes fluttered open, his mind foggy and disoriented. He was met with darkness, and a wave of pain washed over him, threatening to engulf him. His face felt like it was on fire, and he couldn't help but groan.He tried to move, but his body felt heavy and unresponsive. He was lying on a narrow bed or table, and his wrists and ankles were bound to it.As he struggled to remember where he was and how he got there, Allen's hand instinctively went to his pocket. To his surprise, his fingers closed around a familiar shape - sunglasses.He pulled them out, confusion etched on his face. How did they get there? He didn't remember having them before.Allen's pain-addled brain struggled to make sense of it, but he was too hurt to care. He just wanted the agony to stop.With a Herculean effort, Allen managed to put on the sunglasses, the frames digging into his sore skin. But as he did, something strange happened. The darkness seemed to recede, and he could see his surroundings more clear