Chapter Eighty- Six

“Say hello to my grandfather,” A gunshot sound pierced the air, followed by a ringing that the little boy found unbearable.

The voice was rough, a sinister grin exposing his half-chipped tooth. A wooden smoking pipe hung between his teeth when he tossed his gun to the man beside him.

His vision started to blur, the scene losing its color and then swiftly changing. This time Ryan was a spectator. He watched his little self beside his now lifeless father, blood splattered across his clothes and smeared on his face.

His little hands trembled slightly, eyes trained on the body beside him.

A small gasp left his lips as he heard someone yell again, huge hands gripping his tiny arms.

Ryan watched as his little self was thrown out of the car and let out a painful cry.

His eyes shot open, his clothes and bed drenched in sweat. His breathing became unsteady as his eyes searched the room.

He groaned in frustration, taking a fist of his hair in his hands.

It’s been two days since the test