Her breath was coming in hard pants as she took the final lap of her run with her dog, Bianca had run more aggressive, a better means to stay fit and a natural way to relieve the pressure that was gripping her. She followed this routine since she started college, along with the luxury of living alone with her dog, there was no roommate to compromise with or work around even if she would have gladly gone for the former. She could hang out with her only friend in the bookstore. Bianca thought of how she had lost her phone and the only means to contact her friend. She knew her identity. Elena Topaz. She came off as a sweet woman, one with an important identity and Bianca expected her to be proud and arrogant but that wasn’t the case. Elena had been very kind to her, helping her out of difficult situations. The difficult situation was related to her boyfriend, it was because of him that she had to run for her life. She had to keep running for a very long time but he always succeeded in
“When are you bring him here?” At the moment, Christopher was having a video meeting with Doctor Mikhail and discussing a negotiation with him. “It won’t be easy to get too close to him, he is always guarded by his bodyguards.” Christopher insisted, he had to keep a cordial smile on his face as he spoke to the doctor to avoid offending him“I gave you a lot of benefit, you should do this one thing for me in return. Think about the future. You should be willing to make sacrifices for science.”Christopher recalled Doctor Mikhail new experiment and how it had changed his test subject who died soon after. Before leaving, he promised to bring a suitable candidate to the doctor to be used as a test subject. It was evident that the doctor didn’t forget the promise, and thus he always reached out to Christopher to remind him and threaten him at the same time.“I understand, you should give me some more time.” He tried to convince the doctor as he had done many times in the past few days but
Rhys’s world went dark, his consciousness slipping away very fast and no matter how he tried to remain awake, the drug coursing in his blood forced him to the deepest part of his mind. All efforts was futile. He couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, couldn’t even open his eyes. He was trapped in a prison of his own body, unable to escape the horrors that awaited him.But he wasn’t bothered, he realized that his consciousness could still enter the inter-dimensional space and from there he could get a means to free himself but still, he waited; waited to see why he was taken and the people involved. So he spent more time with Rio who helped him while he went through life threatening methods to gain more strength After days passed, Rhys’s mind slowly returned to his body. He was met with a blur of faces, voices, and equipment beeping around him. He tried to speak, but his voice was barely a whisper. His body felt heavy, weighed down by an invisible force.The next thing Rhys noticed was the p
Rhys followed the advice given by Rio and tried to fortify his heart; it was like placing a mental shield around his heart area and mind so that nothing could penetrate it. He had to ensure that his barrier was strong. As the experiments continued, Rhys became aware of strange sensations in his body. His body was being altered, modified, and enhanced. He felt his muscles growing, his senses heightening, and his mind expanding. It was as if he was being rebuilt from the inside outBut with each new development came fresh agony. Rhys’s body was pushed to its limits, forced to endure procedures that left him gasping for air. He felt like a puppet on strings, controlled by the whims of his torturers.Despite the pain, Rhys’s mind remained lucid, trapped in a never-ending cycle of anger and frustration. He knew he was being experimented on, but he didn’t know why or who the mastermind was. The faces around him blurred together, their voices a constant hum of cruelty.As the days turned int
“Hello brother,” There was a fake smile on Christopher’s face and standing behind him was his son Atlas, who had a strange expression but he quickly masked it with a smile.“Uncle.” Atlas bowed lightly towards Alessandro as they approached him. The third floor is where the study rooms are located so it was not rare to see the father and son on that floor. Alessandro nodded to their greetings and was about to leave when Christopher called out to him. “Brother, I have a few things to discuss with you. That’s if you don’t mind.”“Okay then,” Alessandro shrugged, he also wanted to probe his brother a little, to find out whether he was aware of Rhys disappearance.“Uncle I’ll wait here for you.” Johnathan shared a glance with Alessandro before heading to the waiting room on that floor. It was finished like the rest of the waiting rooms but this one had a bar area.Christopher glanced at his son, gave him a warning stare, then followed Alessandro. He had to walk behind him, which made him
“Do you think he might be telling the truth?” Elena and Jonathan were at a coffee shop. They were sitting a corner in order not to draw attention to themselves.“I doubt that. I had him followed yesterday, he didn’t go anywhere or meet with anyone suspicious.” Jonathan carefully explained to her.“Which makes him more suspicious? Why don’t you uses your means to get the answer out of him?” Jonathan shook his head with a smile on his face. “Unless he truly has a hand in it, there is no way I can lay hands on him again. He is still a Fernandez after all.”“So what do we do?”“We just wait, according to the guards, Rhys personally dismissed them which means he had a plan or had to achieve something but he rather not inform us. He would be fine. You don’t have to be worried.” Jonathan reassured her before standing up to leave. “I would keep you updated on any new information I get, you have to go home and get some sleep. You really look like you could use one.”Elena forced out a smile
Rhys’s mind wandered, escaping the confines of the room that was painted white. All of a sudden, a piece of memory which had been buried deep in his mind slowly resurfaced. More and more memory pieces but Rhys soon realize that it was nothing about his current life….he was familiar with the memory which had him in it. It seemed more like past life.Rhys’s eyes glazed over as memories flooded his mind, like a dam breaking open. He remembered his past life, the one he thought he never knew he experienced. The life where he was a happy husband and father, with a loving family and a fulfilling career. A life filled with love, laughter, and devastating tragedy.In his past life , Rhys had been a successful businessman, with a beautiful wife, he recalled the day his wife, told him she was pregnant with their first child. He remembered the excitement and joy they shared, the plans they made for their future. But fate had other plans.A car accident took wife’s life, and their young son’s, le
Rhys’s eyes flickered open, groggily taking in his surroundings. He was in a lab, surrounded by machines and scientists in white coats, a replica of what he had seen from the memories of his previous life, it was strange yet familiar at the same time. He tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through his head, forcing him back onto the cold metal table.A figure stood over him with a strange smile on his face, Dr. Mikhail. “Welcome back to the land of the living, Rhys,” he said, his voice relaxed but firm. “You’ve been out for about a month now. I bet you have no idea who you are not the fact that you’ve been with us for a while now. You’re part of a special project. Something that would improve humanity.”Rhys’s almost scoffed as he heard these words, they were also the same as his past life, they had assured him that he was the savior for humanity but in the end, they only injected him with chemicals and made him feel worse than the scum of the earth.“Rio, what is happening?” He as
And so she watched, helpless and frustrated, as Rhys fought with his life.Rhys was a force to be reckoned with, his fists flying as he took on Nikolai, Christopher, and Atlas. The three men were no match for his skill and determination, and soon they were all on the ground, defeated. Rhys didn’t even notice Elena, who was tied up and helpless, tears streaming down her face. She couldn’t believe her ears as she heard Rhys’ voice, strong and confident, as he fought for his life.“Rhys?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.But Rhys didn’t hear her. He was too busy taking down his enemies, his focus solely on the task at hand.Elena’s heart ached as she watched Rhys, her love for him overflowing. She had thought she would never see him again, and yet here he was. She struggled against her bonds, trying to break free, but they were too tight. She was trapped, unable to move or escape.And so she watched, helpless and frustrated, as Rhys fought for his life. She knew that he was stron
The helplessness was suffocating, crushing her beneath its weight. Nikolai gloated, his eyes gleaming with triumph. “You see, I’ve always wanted to gain control of the Fernandez family. And now, with you in my grasp, I can finally do it.”Christopher stepped forward, his eyes cold and calculating. “Yes, Lydia, you’re a valuable pawn in our game. And soon, you’ll be nothing more than a memory.”Lydia’s eyes widened in shock as she realized that Christopher was a traitor, a betrayer of the worst kind. The revelation was like a punch to the gut, leaving her breathless and reeling. “You’re a monster,” she spat, her voice muffled by the gag.Christopher just laughed, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Oh, Lydia, you have no idea what I’m capable of. I’ve been playing a long game, and you’re just a small part of it.”Nikolai chuckled, his eyes gleaming with approval. “Yes, Christopher has been very helpful in our plans. He’s been instrumental in capturing Rhys as a child, and also in poison
The room seemed to darken, as if the shadows themselves were closing in around them, suffocating them with an unseen force. The air was thick with anticipation, heavy with the weight of unspoken words. “When did this happen?” Jonathan asked, his voice firm, but laced with a hint of desperation.Rhys’ eyes narrowed, his mind racing with possibilities. He could feel the tension building, like a storm about to break. “What’s going on?” Rhys mouthed to Jonathan, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his own heart.Jonathan held up a hand, signaling Rhys to wait, his eyes fixed on some unseen point, as if trying to will the answer into existence. The silence was oppressive, a physical force that pressed down upon them, making it hard to breathe. Rhys felt like he was drowning in a sea of uncertainty.“I’ll mobilize my men, Uncle. We’ll find them,” Jonathan said, his voice reassuring, but laced with a hint of doubt.Rhys’ eyes widened, his heart racing with fear. He knew that someth
Rhys’ eyes widened in surprise, and he leaned forward, eager to hear more. “What? That’s not possible. I’m the rightful heir.”“I know,” Jonathan said, nodding. “But Harrison seemed convinced that Atlas was the better choice. And Christopher, your uncle, has been backing him up.”Rhys’ face darkened with anger, and he clenched his fists. “I’ll deal with them,” he growled.Jonathan placed a hand on Rhys’ shoulder. “I know you will, Rhys. But you need to be careful. They’re not going to give up easily.”Rhys nodded, his expression serious. “I know. But I’m not going to let them get away with this. I’m going to fight for what’s rightfully mine.”Jonathan smiled, feeling a sense of pride and admiration for his friend. “I know you will, Rhys. And I’ll be right there beside you.”As they sat there, Jonathan couldn’t help but think about how much Rhys had been through. He had lost his family, his home, and his identity. But he was still standing, still fighting. “Rhys, I’m sorry,” Jonathan s
Rhys chuckled and shook his head. “I’m not a ghost, Jonathan. I’m alive.”But Jonathan refused to believe it. He took a step back, his eyes fixed on Rhys as if he was seeing a specter. “No, no, no,” Jonathan muttered to himself. “This can’t be real. You’re dead. I saw your dead body. Who the hell is trying to mess with me.” Jonathan hurriedly took out a gun from his jacket and pointed it at Rhys. “Who the fuck are you and why do you look like him?” His voice was cold and unfeeling Rhys stood up and took a step forward, his hands outstretched. “Jonathan, listen to me. I’m alive. I know it’s hard to believe, but I’m here. I’m flesh and blood.”Jonathan’s eyes welled up with tears as he looked at Rhys. He wanted to believe him, but his mind was struggling to accept the truth.Rhys took another step forward, his voice gentle and reassuring. “Jonathan, I know this is a lot to take in. But I’m here. I’m alive. And I’m not going anywhere.”A vast array of emotions swirled within Jonathan a
Rhys and Zephyr drifted off to sleep on the boat, the gentle rocking motion and the sound of the waves lulling them into a deep slumber. But as they slept, a warm light enveloped them, and they vanished from the ship. Rhys opened his eyes to find himself in a strange room. He was lying on a comfortable couch, and Zephyr was still asleep beside him. But as he looked around, he realized that they were no longer on the boat. They were in a study room, filled with books and strange artifacts.Rhys sat up, his mind racing with confusion. Where were they? How did they get there? He looked around the room, trying to find some answers. But there was no one there apart from him and Zephyr.“Rio, what’s going on?” Rhys asked, his voice shaking slightly.“I’m the one who teleported you here,” Rio replied, his voice calm and reassuring. “You’re safe, Rhys. You’re in a safe place.”Rhys’ eyes widened in shock. “But how did we get here? And where is here?”“You needed to get back to your family,” R
Zephyr’s face lit up with joy, her eyes shining like stars. “Thank you, Rhys! I won’t let you down, I promise!”Rhys smiled, feeling a sense of trepidation mixed with excitement. What had he just gotten himself into? Only time would tell. As they prepared to leave the island, Rhys couldn’t help but wonder what lay ahead. He pushed the thoughts aside, focusing on the task at hand.Rhys asked Rio, his mind still connected to his friend’s. “How are we going to leave the island?” he asked, his thoughts transmitted directly to Rio.“Break the barrier,” Rio replied, his voice clear and confident in Rhys’ mind. “It’s the only way off the island.”Rhys looked around, trying to locate the barrier. He saw a shimmering wall of light a few meters away, pulsing with a gentle blue energy. The barrier seemed to hum with power, its surface rippling like water.“That’s it?” Rhys asked, his doubts creeping in. “It looks so fragile.”“It’s not as easy as it looks,” Rio warned. “The barrier is powerful,
As they meditated, Zephyr could feel her connection to the island beginning to weaken since the disappearance of the Starheart. She knew that she would have to find a way leave soon, to return to the human world and create an identity for herself. But for now, she was content to sit beside Rhys, to focus on her own energy, and to help him heal. Zephyr’s thoughts turned to her own journey, to the island that she had been on for as long as she could remember. She really could not fault her parents for abandoning her but she really wished that they had found a better place for her. As she meditated, Zephyr could feel her energy growing stronger, more vibrant. She knew that she would be able to leave the island soon, to return to a new world. Zephyr’s eyes opened, and she looked at Rhys. He was still meditating, his eyes closed, his face peaceful. She smiled, feeling a sense of connection to him, of friendship even though throughout the time that they spent together, he was unconscious.
Rhys had his mind set on breaking the barrier and leaving the island behind. He thought of his family , how worried they were after the had found out about his disappearance. He lets out a huge sigh and rubbed his forehead. “How long was I unconscious?” He inquired from Zephyr “A year and two days.” Zephyr sat down next to him as she responded.What? The response came as a shock to him, he found it hard to believe that he had been unconscious and away from his family for more than a year. This fueled his resolve to break the barrier and return home. Zephyr’s voice broke the silence, her words soft and gentle. “Don’t worry, human. I’ll help you. We’ll figure out a way to break the barrier together.”Rhys’ gaze snapped back to Zephyr, his eyes searching hers. He saw a determination there, a sense of purpose that mirrored his own. “Thank you,” Rhys said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.Zephyr smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “We’ll do it, Rhys. I promise.”“Rhys.”“Wh