Nadine's gaze fixed on the five elite soldiers of Alex's special forces as they burst in the safe room with astonishing speed, their movements silent yet deadly. They advanced, unloading a barrage of bullets at Nadine with clinical precision. These were the crème de la crème of Alex's army, hardened by years of executing the most perilous missions for the dark king.They had retirement with a lot of money and went into hiding. Bound by a single debt to Alex, they were compelled to return to service in times of dire need.As bullets riddled her body, Nadine's transformation into a werewolf began. The soldiers, unshaken by her metamorphosis, continued their assault. They aimed for her knees, arms, anywhere that would cripple her ability to fight back. Despite their silence, their intent was clear as day. They seemed to shout with every shot: “Be silent, beast! Your fearsome reputation means nothing. We've hunted your kind before.”Despite the onslaught, Nadine's formidable strength as a
“Here's what we do,” the leader declared, his voice heavy with authority, after receiving the order from Linda. The dimly lit of the safe room cast shadows across his hardened features, accentuating the intensity in his eyes. “You, Nadine, will go meet your boss, Howard, or whatever his name is. You're to ask for the antidote and, if necessary, kill him. We'll provide transport support. Remember, if you don't secure it within 24 hours, we'll begin executing members of your pack, one every minute. So, don't do anything foolish.”“He won't give it,” Nadine protested, her voice tinged with a mix of fear and defiance.“Then your pack dies. Later, we will hunt you, and you'll meet the same fate,” the leader retorted, his grip tightening on Nadine's collar. His eyes bore into hers, unyielding. “You started this mess; it's up to you to end it.”***I was in deep discussion with Linda, the glow of the computer screen casting a pale light on my faces. “The poison knife was given to Nadine, who
On the news of the media, a camera was moving, capturing a startling scene unfolding in the quiet houses. A man, lounging on his balcony, noticed the man with the camera. His eyes narrowed with suspicion as he stood up, his voice tinged with unease, “Who are you looking for?”Suddenly, the camera shifted, revealing a hand holding a gun firing towards the man, who quickly collapsed with blood on the floor. And the cameraman also, the murderer, ran away from the house balcony to the road. Inside the house, his wife's heart-wrenching scream pierced the air as she dashed out, her eyes wide with horror, to cradle the lifeless body of her husband. The camera feed showed the black superbike, the attackers fleeing with the superbike facing the road, the footage evidently captured from a helmet camera.The news presenters, their faces somber and voices heavy with gravity, reported, “This is the 18:10 victim, a tragedy in Settle, Washington. The Dark king organization is on a rampage as we begi
The country had descended into utter chaos, fueled by a deranged individual who unleashed a shooting spree, terrorizing the populace every five minutes. Amid this turmoil, a family took refuge in their home, heeding the government's advice. They sat huddled together, their eyes glued to the news, desperately hoping for an end to this reign of terror. The outside world felt distant and perilous; they were resolute in their decision to not welcome any outsiders during this harrowing time.Lucas, with a heart pounding in fear and determination, had found sanctuary in an abandoned summer house. The window glass lay shattered, prove of his desperate entry. The house, devoid of life, became his temporary haven. He crouched in a dim corner, his senses heightened to their peak, acutely aware of the danger tailing him. His wound, a painful reminder of his vulnerability, was far from healed. He had to remain vigilant.Not far away, a team of four elite troops was on his trail, following the sce
Nadine remembered her answer to Alex that time.Alex, I am a CIA agent. I worked hard to get this position, and I am doing the right thing. You should let go of your fate to be a criminal and follow me, rather than me letting go of the right thing and following you into the criminal world. Her stance was unwavering. At that moment, she believed Alex loved her deeply, and if he did, he would let go of everything for her."I won't force you," Alex responded, his voice carrying a weight of resignation. He looked away, to the distant horizon of the sea. They were on the luxury yacht, enjoying their relationship. "I don’t have a family, and Roberto is the only one I have. I will die for him and go where he goes. I can't leave him. And if you are still with the CIA, we will never be together. I will have to find my fated mate." His words floated between them, a stark reminder of the chasm their choices had created.Nadine chuckled, her amusement outweighing any hint of regret. "Alex, I have
In a surge of anger, Antonio grabbed the phone to make a call, his voice tight with frustration. "Send Howard to interrogation room 5. I am heading there to interrogate him myself." As he hung up, a throbbing pain began to manifest in his head. He couldn't fathom how Howard could remain indifferent to the Dark King's reign of terror, mercilessly taking lives on the streets.Desperate for a semblance of alertness, he fetched a coffee from the machine; the digital clock glaring back at him—01:13 AM—reminding him of the need for caffeine to sustain his weary mind. He was wearing clothes that hadn't been laundered for a few days, wondering if the perfume could still mask the smell.He was tired and meanwhile, the Dark King continued his ruthless spree, claiming innocent lives every five minutes in a macabre dance of death.Antonio made his way to interrogation room no. 5, his steps heavy with determination. Upon entering, he was greeted by the sight of Howard sitting on the chair, a shado
Perched in the wheelchair, I remained still, conscious that excessive movement was unwise. Beside me, Aurora exerted gentle pressure on the handles, guiding us toward the study room. My gaze drifted to the computer screen, and I initiated the conversation with Linda, “Can you update me with everything during my absence?”“Yes, Master Alex, I will display the updates on the screen since you can assimilate the information more swiftly than I could verbalize it,” Linda responded with efficiency.I expressed my gratitude, “Much thanks, Linda.”Turning towards Aurora, I noticed her profound effort to maintain composure. “You’ve been doing wonderfully. I'll take it from here,” I reassured her. At my words, Aurora’s resolve wavered; her face contorted as if she were on the verge of tears, and she enveloped me in a warm embrace. “It’s okay, let me finish this first,” I whispered, trying to provide solace.As Aurora's tears cascaded down her cheeks, she seated herself beside me.“Linda, please
Enveloped in a dazzling light of blessing that twisted and bound us together, we were suddenly transported to a realm where the sky stretched endlessly above and the sea sprawled vast and unending below. It was as if we were standing on water, solidified beneath our feet, and before us stood three magnificent gates, their surfaces painted in the brightest of blues, shimmering under the sunlight.Each gate bore inscriptions at the top of its grand doors, etched in ancient text that I recognized immediately: "Present, past, future."Beside me was Aurora, but in this place, the wheelchair that had been my constant companion was conspicuously absent. My legs were beginning to lose their feeling, a numbness creeping up, making me reliant on her for support. "Please take me to that gate—the one marked 'past'," I requested as pointed.Aurora, tears still glistening in her eyes, nodded and started to carry me. With every step, her sobs intensified, each one a testament to the depth of her sad
I looked at the baby he was so cute, but I know I had to act. I dressed him in new clothes and wrote the prophecy about his future role in saving the world on the cloth. He was destined to return here, to build a dome for humanity and fulfill his fate—perhaps he had already completed his mission. I donned the wrist device and fashioned a smaller one for the baby, so we could travel through time together. But first, I had to ensure that the future would be free of problems. The spheres were set to manage the environment, programmed to halt their work when CO2 levels reached 0.04%. As for who would rule in the future, I chose not to decide. The people must learn to govern themselves; some were already training to use the spheres. I couldn't always be their deity; they needed to become self-sufficient. With the baby in tow, I prepared to leave this era, knowing I would never return; it wasn't my place. Together, we activated the high-frequency drive, propelling us into the fourth
On the night the baby was born, the parents was sleeping soundly, unaware of the sphere descended to take a sample of the newborn's blood.It was painless. And the sphere quickly checked the DNA.As the results flashed on the screen, it not fit my DNA. But I saw a connection between myself and this baby—a sibling, perhaps.I didn’t now if I have messed up with the future or I still unborn in this time.Two years later, the woman I believed to be my mother was expecting again, this time a daughter. It was clear then that the baby wasn’t me.All I can do was waiting.In the five years since I came here, we constructed 76,910 domes worldwide, sheltering 500 million survivors from the once 8 billion-strong human population.The disparity was stark: some domes teemed with life, while others stood empty, their ecosystems meticulously engineered and automated, home only to selected wildlife.The advent of virtual exploration allowed people to survey these domes remotely, relocating if they f
"Show me where my parents are," I commanded the sphere with excitement. After long years, I was about to meet my long-lost parents.The sphere generated a screen for me to view, revealing a young man and woman, perhaps around 20 years old, entering the Eden Dome for the first time. They appeared bewildered and lost, their eyes wide with a mix of fear and wonder."Are you sure they are my parents?" I questioned, my brow furrowed in doubt. They were even younger than me. It felt odd, almost as if I should call them little brother and sister instead of parents."Yes, Master," the sphere responded affirmatively. "Your genetic DNA matches theirs perfectly.""But," I hesitated, scrutinizing the image, my heart pounding with a strange apprehension. "Send one sphere to them; I need to ask them something."The distance seemed vast, with our dome situated half a world away, creating a chasm between us."As you wish, Master."A sphere glided toward the man and woman in the distant dome. "Excuse
"Guys, please stop it," I implored, the urgency clear in my voice. "There will be no use."The spheres that had been hovering alongside each of the gang’s leaders and their members suddenly flared into a menacing red hue. "The host is showing harmful behavior. The security protocol will be launched," it announced in a dispassionate tone.Without warning, the spheres emitted a piercing frequency that targeted all guns, weapons, and harmful items. In moments, they disintegrated into fine atom dust, which the sphere then collected and whisked away, presumably to be repurposed as building material.The bear leader's and all gang’s members face registered shock, then eyes wide with disbelief and fear."In Eden, when you make a mistake, there are two options for you to choose from," I continued, my voice steady. "One, we simply expel you back to where you came from. Or, alternatively, you can e
In the dimly lit underground city, I had just finished selling my last can of food. Eagerly, I was about to purchase more slaves, when the bear gang leader approached me with his smelly body odour.Water was precious here; people wash their body once a year.His burly frame cast a long shadow as he strode towards me, flanked by two other gang’s leaders, their footsteps echoing in the small alley.“Alex, the fish seller,” he growled, his voice deep and menacing.“That’s me!” I responded with a cheerful smile.“We want you to take us to the fish factory. Can you, do it?” His eyes, sharp and probing, seemed to pierce through me, daring me to decline.“Sure,” I replied happily. “The owner already mentioned he'd be thrilled to have you all there. He said there’s plenty of food.”“Really?” he asked, scepticism written all over his rugged face.“Yes, take as many people as you can,” I urged, sensing their disbelief.The three of them exchanged looks of shock and disbelief. “Whatever,” one of
I stood in my house, gazing at the sprawling expanse of New York City below, dreaming of transforming it into a colossal dome.However, the architectural limitations soon became apparent, leading to a revised plan of constructing a network of smaller domes, each the size of a soccer field, interconnected like a honeycomb.This design was not only efficient but also practical in case of emergencies, such as shattered glass or structural failures. It could be easily detached and repaired without causing trouble to the entire dome.As the temperature inside the dome needed to be controlled for the plants and for the humans.The first group of eighty slaves, were settled in one of the completed domes. For the time being, they shared a common sleeping area, heavily medicated to aid their recovery and adjustment to their new environment.Each person was assigned a spherical device designed to help them acclimate to this "new Eden."At the night before, I was guiding them out of the undergro
‘No, I cannot move now before I know everything about them. I may wrongly save people and cause trouble. I need to study them more,’ I thought, my mind racing with caution.“Spheres 567, stay on the underground and record everything about their activities,” I commanded, letting them delve into the shadows.Finding one of the human underground hubs, I dispatched another hundred spheres to scout the area. Because humans may concentrate in one locale, and my hunch was spot on.Humans were crafting an underground city, intertwining with the natural caves and beginning to carve out a vast space within the earth's embrace.Through the spherical eyes, I glimpsed a colossal chamber that sparked memories of the largest underground city ever discovered, Derinkuyu in Cappadocia, Turkey, capable of sheltering around 20,000 people along with their livestock and food stores.But the population here seemed to surpass 80,000, with the capacity to house over 200,000. As I used the spheres to map the e
One had to remember where he was from. I had completed my research to elevate human frequency to a higher dimension, allowing passage through space and time. This ambition was fueled by my desire to meet my parents in the future.In my study room, I carefully handled the clothes that had swaddled me as a baby, left at the orphanage door. The fabric held the mystery of my origins. Despite using the gate to the past to uncover who had placed me at the orphanage, no one appeared. The clothes and I simply materialized out of nowhere.I placed the garment on the scanning blueprint machine, aiming to record every atom and deduce the era it hailed from. This information was pivotal for my journey to that specific time.The smart device strapped to my wrist was brimming with data necessary for the impending future war. In moments, the year 2112 flashed on its screen. Was it truly 80 years into the future?Activating the smart device on my left arm, my body began to feel ethereal, as the body
AlexI brought back a child, a five-year-old girl, to my mansion when I encountered Nadine. "Can you take care of this child as you do our own?" I asked tentatively."Who is she?" Nadine inquired, her eyes narrowing slightly in confusion and curiosity.I hesitated, grappling with the truth. The thought of Nadine possibly becoming a cruel stepmother to Aurora's daughter haunted me. But the weight of the secret was too heavy. As she could find the answer by herself anytime she wants."She is Aurora's daughter," I confessed. "I killed Nicholas, and soon Aurora will vanish from this world. This child is utterly alone, bearing no fault in these tragic events.""And her name?" Nadine pressed, her demeanour softening as she gently took the child into her arms, cradling her with maternal warmth.Shaking my head, I replied, "Aurora refused to name her. She's been living like a shadow among the maids, an unwanted soul.""How heartless can one be!" Nadine exclaimed, her face contorting in anger