I request the Readers to read the Auxiliary chapter, "The world's Ending?" Before continuing with this chapter.
______________________________________________
Humans were curious beings.
So it was but inevitable that many curiosity will arise in their mind.
What is the full potential of a human?
This was a question many people wanted to know, but rarely any answers that could satisfy their curiosity emerged.
But then, the richest man on earth, having acquired everything that the world could offer, wanted to know the answers to these questions.
There was nothing in the world that this man couldn't acquire, except the answers to the many mysterious wonders.
Hence, he invested a significant amount of wealth into researches to satisfy the only hunger of curiosity that was left inside of him.
"Are we really alone in the vast infinite space?"
"What was hidden deep within the boundless ocean?"
And...
"What was the full potential of a human being?"
On November 02nd, 2030. In order to find answers to his three greatest curiosity, he founded three organisation to work on these questions.
But alas... A disaster struck on the year 2040. A disaster which was categorised as an apocalypse, the doom of the humanity as a whole.
The other two organisation were shut down because of this disaster. But strangely, the third company which was tasked with 'The Super Human Project' did not.
The facility, however, was completely isolated from the outside world. Only recieving the required resources from the suppliers who always wore expressions of horror and despair.
Resultingly, no one in the facility knew what was the disaster, only that there was an impending doom for the humanity. But they didn't care, even about the fact that they were essentially confined into a facility, completely isolated from the world.
Why would they? These peoples were crazy scientists after all.
For these crazy scientists, who were recruited from mental asylum from all over the world for their inhumane but valuable experiences of human experiments, getting confined into the facility was a lot better than being imprisoned in the Asylum.
Atleast here, they could quench their thirst for twisted knowledge.
Another 10 years went by when there was finally some success in sight.
After countless torturous experiments, tests, trials and even deaths conducted by the crazy scientists, only for 101 successful test subjects to emerge.
One of these test subjects was.... me.
This was all i knew about the people who had ruined me to this point.
But it was really sad. Thousands or even tens of thousands of peoples were mercilessly sacrificed for just 101 successful attempts.
In a wide room with a high ceiling, i stood alone. I couldn't remember what happened few hours ago, my mind was very foggy.
However i did remember being extremely angry, furious enough to go on a beastial rampage with no reason or any consciousness.
But i vaguely knew, these scumbags had crossed a line that should have never been crosssed.
I guess, that is why there's such a horrifying scene infront of me.
There was a small hill of corpses of various peoples and my fellow test subjects before me.
Every one of those corpses had an expression of terror and unwillingness as if unresigned to their untimely death.
But despite what they felt before their demise, their blood still flowed like river, forming a large pool in the wide room that is now filled with a distinct metallic scent.
I looked at the mountain of cold dead bodies, and at my blood stained hands. I could also see my white patient gown drenched in bloody red.
All these carnage, i.....am the cause of it.
I killed them all.
"You're the most beautiful subject."
"A perfect human!"
"A creation capable of reaching the full potential! We succeeded!"
"After all the sacrifices and failures, we finally had some taste of success!"
I could still remember those words, spoken by these now cold corpses.
Perfect? Me?
I glanced at the destruction i caused, and then at my reflection in the pool of blood.
Droplets of blood were dripping through my face and into the pool, constantly distorting my reflection in the pool. I knew, the blood was not even mine.
But that didn't hindered me from seeing how dirty i was.
The tear stains under my bleak black eyes were glaring to look at. I had cried so much, that there were no more tear left in me.
I looked pathetic.
I gritted my teeth and spoke out, "What have they done to me....!"
This is not perfection. Even if it was, i hated this perfection.
I hated what they have made me into.
They did not create a perfect human, but an abomination.
"That's right, you are a monster in human skin."
A gentle voice whispered into my ear.
"What!? Who.....!"
I was surprised, i was sure i was the only one who was alive in this room. But then who....?
"A monster who cannot even control his own strength." The voice ranged in my ears again. The voice was very sweet and gentle, as if uttered by an angel.
I scanned the entire white in panic, scrutinizing everything. However i couldn't find anyone.
But then again, the gentle voice orignated from my left.
"A monster who killed even his friends in rampage, blinded by rage."
Hurriedly turning to my left, there was still nothing to see. I could feel myself growing breathless from anxiety. Becoming confused and agitated. I wondered,
'Am i getting schizophrenic?'
The voice was even striking on my weakness like a fierce beast as if it wanted to devour me raw and whole. What it wanted from me, i didn't knew, or maybe i really earned myself a weird mental disorder after all that bullshit.
However, suddenly i felt someone's presence behind me, my instinct took over, hurriedly turning around with a right jab.
But alas....
"Do you hate them? The evil bastards who made you into a monster, do you want to kill them all?"
....my fist covered in blood hit nothing but empty air.
However i did not pay attention to that. Even the mysterious voice disappeared from my mind, as all my attention was stolen.
Stolen by the mountain of corpses, more specifically the corpse that was climbing it's way out of the cold bodies.
A male corpse emerged like a ghost rising from hell, his eyes glowing green. Crawling his way towards me uttering in a creepy but grating voice.
"Why..... Rivaan!" He wailed out my name, like a vengeful spirit.
I couldn't utter anything, my mind a complete blank from watching a friend rise from death, wailing at me like a ghost.
"Why would you do this to me!?"
Seeing him pointing his ghostly finger at his forehead, witnessing the brutal bullet hole that still flowed out endless blood like a water fall, the scene hit me like a truck.
'A bullet hole shot by me.....'
I choked on my air. Unable to breathe in my lungs, i appeared like a dog gasping for air.
Was it because of the andraline and my hatred? I hadn't realised the situation up until now. Or maybe i was just denying reality.
But the terrifying scene in front of me, rubbed the bitter truth all over my face as if mocking the delusions clouding my mind. The reality that my friend has died..... murdered by my own hands.
"Ricky....." Finally mustering up the courage to eke out my voice, i felt a hand roughly grab my leg.
A femine voice rang out, "Rivaan, why did you...!"
Looked down, all the courage that i had built up, escaped from me. The scene before my eyes, the feminine face that i beholded, horrified me to no end.
So much so that i fell back on my butt. The cold sensation of the blood from the pool drenching my behind sending a chill that shuddered me to the core.
The scene that graced me was a vicious punch mark that was carved on her right side of the face, it was so severe that half of her face had caved in.
Even now, blood flowed continuously from all over her orifices. I could even notice white brain matter flowing out of her left ear.
Fragments of memory of what happened before flashed before my eyes.
'I.....was the one who one punched her to death.....' The realisation hit me harder than a truck.
"Rebecca..... Ricky...Iam sorry.....!" The voice leaked out, filled with such agonizing pain and sorrow that i never knew my heart could produce.
My face dropped along with the trembling shoulders as if all of the strength left his body.
My face dropped along with my shoulders as if all of my strength left my body.
Unable to say anything more, I didn't have the slightest clue as to what to even do other than apologize.
The guilt of killing my own friends was so heavy.....
"Who do you think is responsible for all this? The death of your friends, your rampage, and your endless sufferings?"
This fucking voice again.....
But wait, who is the one really responsible for this?
I could feel my thoughts involuntarily churning rapidly, losing control over my thinking capabilities, causing random thoughts to float all over my mind
Aware of the fact that i was the one who killed them, but am i really the one who is solely responsible for this?
No.
That man. He, who created the organisation to torture me for more than half of my entire life.
"That's right, boy. He's the one responsible for this, the one who cornered you into killing your friends."
Yeah, right , right , right!
It's because of him. It's all because of him!
If only he hadn't kidnapped and confined me into this fucking hell, i would still be with my family.
If only he had left me alone...!
All of this... suffering.....!
"You do not deserve the sufferings, boy. Iam sure, you know what you desire more than i do. I can help you achieve that." The voice turned seductive, giving me the greatest of temptation.
Revenge.....!
Revenge on the man who created a living hell for me.
"Yes, that is right. I offer you my help for your revenge. Do you accept my aid, boy?"
All of a sudden, my chaotic state disappeared, returning me to my calm self.
I Immediately noticed the voice turning feminine and incomparably holy.
It was so serene and blissfull, i felt endless hope from the voice. As if through offering myself to her, i will achieve everything that i desire.
The holy voice compelled me accept it, to give myself to her mercy. To forever serve and become her servant, to bask in the glory of being her eternal aid.
Yes! I shall accept!
"Say it out loud, mortal. Do you accept?" An extremely arrogant and condescending voice asked.
Before my eyes, ethereal golden words appeared. Strangely, they were written in English letters.
[You shall become the eternal servant through soul servitude, belonging solely to the Angel Elpis. Do you accept it?]
I smiled for the first time, raising my right hand with my bloody middle finger erecting proudly, i shouted.
"Screw you, bitch!"