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 found myself waiting in a room that closely resembled a futuristic hospital, reminiscent of scenes from science fiction Hollywood movies. Clad in a one-piece garment of soft blue hue, seemingly selected for its comfort by those who escorted us here. They even offered me easy-to-wear one-piece shoes, their thin soles remarkably comfortable.Alex had been escorted into another chamber, one I was barred from entering. A woman, reminiscent of a nurse in demeanor and attire, approached me. She was beautiful, with flawless skin that made it hard to determine her age; though her facial features suggested maturity, her skin resembled that of a teenager. Her lips moved, articulating words in a language alien to me, while her hands danced in gestures I couldn't.With a grace that seemed almost ceremonial, she secured a new device onto my wrist. It came to life at her touch, conjuring a transparent screen that hovered in the air before me, as tangible yet elusive as a mirage. This screen, she
"Do you know that you've been crying a lot lately?" Alex teased gently as we shared a kiss, seeking comfort in each other's embrace amidst the uncertainty. The nurse and some others looked at us with awe and surprise. Taking in the scene around us, reluctantly, we ended our embrace and stepped back into the room.Curiosity getting the better of me, I turned to the nurse. “Is it weird that we hugged and kissed in front of people?”The nurse chuckled, a sound that seemed to dance lightly in the air. “No, it's probably just a difference in culture,” she explained with a smile. “Here, we don’t really engage in hugging and kissing anymore. We interact in different ways. You can check the ‘Earthnet’ later. It has everything you need to know about our culture. To us, such displays are seen as primitive.”Her words made me ponder. In their world of advanced technology, we were surely primitive. Perhaps it was like two people from the Amazon’s Forest moving to the center of New York City in aw
A month spent in Babel had bombarded me with so many surprises that I began to wonder if anything could astonish me anymore. Every day seemed to unveil a new marvel, challenging my sense of wonder.Firstly, the food here was categorized into three tiers: the simplest, the standard, and the luxurious. We gravitated towards the simplest option, as it was the most economical choice for daily sustenance. Alex, ever the scientist, offered an explanation that sounded like it was plucked from a futuristic tome."Aurora, observe," Alex began, his eyes alight with the thrill of discovery. "This singular blue pill encapsulates between 600-700 calories, fortified with a full spectrum of vitamins and every mineral essential for our bodies to thrive. By consuming just three of these pills daily, we provide our bodies with everything needed to function optimally. They're engineered to contain only what's absolutely necessary, eliminating the need for waste. It's healthy, natural, and enables us to