Her parents killer

Sylvia jerked awake, her body rigid, drenched in cold sweat. The living room around her was dark, save for the flickering light from the TV casting eerie shadows on the walls. She gasped for air, feeling the weight of panic pressing against her chest like an iron vice. Her body felt wrong—heavy, sticky, foreign. She glanced down in horror, her hands trembling as she saw blood splattered across her clothes and hands. Her heart lurched in her chest as she realized the source of the crimson stain.

Blood. Everywhere.

She swallowed hard, her stomach churning as she stood up, the sickening weight of the blood-drenched room pressing down on her. Her feet faltered beneath her, unsteady as she took in the scene. The silence was deafening—too quiet, too still. The house that once felt like home was now a suffocating tomb, a place filled with death and unanswered questions.

Her eyes darted to the floor, where her parents lay—lifeless, still. Her mother, Grace, was slumped against the couch, her body twisted unnaturally, a dark stain of blood staining her blouse. Her father, Gerald, was sprawled across the floor, his eyes wide open, unblinking, staring into eternity. Sylvia’s breath hitched, and her vision blurred as the horror of the moment threatened to overwhelm her.

“No,” she whispered, her voice shaking with disbelief. “No, no, no…”

She reached out, her hands trembling as she touched her mother’s still form, but the coldness of the body made her recoil, her stomach twisting in revolt. She staggered back, her head spinning as the magnitude of the scene around her began to sink in. Her parents—dead. And she was covered in blood.

A flash of memory flickered in her mind, but it was vague, fleeting. What had happened? How had she ended up here, covered in blood? She couldn’t remember. Her mind was a blur, fragmented images and flashes that refused to make sense. Panic surged again, faster this time, and she knew she had to get out. She had to leave.

But where could she go?

Her pulse thundered in her ears as she stumbled backward, her feet finding their way to the hallway. She ran, every step driven by fear, by the need to escape. To get away from the nightmare that had taken root in her life. The hallway stretched out before her, each door like a barrier, each step heavier than the last. She reached her bedroom door and slammed it open, not caring that the handle dug into her palm.

Inside, she stood in the center of the room, her breath ragged, her mind still reeling from what she had just witnessed. She didn’t know what was happening—didn’t understand why her life had been turned upside down—but she knew she couldn’t stay here. Not like this.

Sylvia hurried toward the bathroom, her movements frantic. She stripped off her bloodstained clothes, the fabric sticking to her skin like a second layer, and turned on the faucet. Cold water splashed against her face as she leaned over the sink, trying to wash away the blood and the terror that had consumed her.

It didn’t help. Nothing helped. Her reflection in the mirror was distorted, like the person staring back at her was someone she didn’t recognize. Her eyes were wide with shock, her face pale, and she barely recognized herself in the stranger’s eyes that looked back at her.

She shook her head, forcing the image away, and grabbed a fresh set of clothes. Black—dark and discreet, a way to cover herself and hide in plain sight. She needed to disappear. She needed to get away from this place, from whatever had happened to her parents, from the blood that clung to her skin and her clothes. It was like the darkness had settled in, and she couldn’t escape it. But she had to try.

Once dressed, she grabbed her phone, dialing Vivian’s number with trembling hands. The phone rang several times before Vivian picked up, her voice hoarse but calm on the other end.

“Sylvia, what happened?” Vivian asked, urgency thick in her tone.

“I—Vivian, my parents… They’re dead. I don’t know what happened. I woke up, and I—I was covered in blood. I don’t know what’s going on. Something’s wrong. Something’s changing,” Sylvia’s voice cracked as she spoke, the words tumbling out in a rush.

“Listen to me,” Vivian said, cutting her off, her voice steady despite the situation. “I’m coming to get you. Where are you?”

“I’m at the house. You know where. Just—please, Vivian, hurry. I don’t know what’s happening, but I’m scared. I need to get out of here.”

“I’ll be there. Don’t move. Stay hidden,” Vivian urged before ending the call.

Sylvia put her phone down, her hands still shaking as she looked around the room. The walls seemed to close in, the air thick with dread. She had to leave. Had to get away.

The street outside her house was quiet, eerily still, as Sylvia crept out the back door, careful to stay out of sight. The cold night air hit her skin, but it didn’t offer any comfort. She was alone. More alone than she’d ever felt in her life.

She moved quickly, her footsteps muffled on the soft earth as she reached the secluded corner of the street, just as Vivian had instructed. A few minutes passed, but then, a car pulled up beside her, the engine purring softly in the still night.

Vivian’s face appeared in the driver’s seat window, her expression tense but relieved. “Get in. Now.”

Without hesitation, Sylvia opened the door and slid into the passenger seat, her heart racing. She didn’t say anything—couldn’t find the words. The horror of what she had just witnessed was too overwhelming. She couldn’t even begin to comprehend what had happened, but she knew one thing for sure: she couldn’t stay here. Not anymore.

Vivian drove in silence, taking the back roads, trying to avoid any unnecessary attention. The city lights blurred past them, but Sylvia’s mind was miles away. She could still see the blood. See her parents lying lifeless on the floor. And it was all her fault, wasn’t it?

“Vivian,” she finally whispered, breaking the silence. “What’s happening to me? Why… Why is this happening?”

Vivian’s grip tightened on the steering wheel, her face tense with concern. “I don’t know, Sylvia. But we’ll figure it out. I promise. Right now, we just need to get somewhere safe. We’ll talk about it then.”

Sylvia nodded but didn’t respond. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong—deeply wrong. Something inside her was shifting, changing. And she wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep running from it.

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A.A. Estate

Inside a high-security lab tucked away from the world, two scientists stood in front of a large computer screen, scanning through the results of their latest experiment. The room was dimly lit, a cold, clinical space filled with the hum of machinery.

Suddenly, the door opened with a soft click, and a bulky man in a dark suit stepped into the room. He moved with purpose, his presence commanding attention as he strode toward the two scientists.

"Is it done?" he asked in a low, measured tone.

One of the scientists turned to face him, adjusting her glasses. "Yes. We’ve been monitoring the subject closely. Experiment 507 has manifested her assignment."

The man nodded, his expression impassive. “Good. Send out the best search team. We need to locate her immediately.”

He placed a series of photographs on the table—images of Sylvia at various stages of her life: a baby, a little girl, a teenager, and now, the woman she had become. Each photo was carefully arranged, each one representing a stage of her life.

The scientists exchanged a glance before one of them spoke. "We’ll track her down, but the assignment is complicated. She’s… different now. There’s something about her. It’s not like before."

The man’s eyes hardened, his jaw tightening. "Find her. And don’t let her escape."

With that, the scientists got to work, activating tracking devices and coordinating their efforts to find Sylvia. They knew the stakes were high. Experiment 507 was not just another assignment—it was something far more dangerous. And they couldn’t afford to lose her now.