Mark was walking in the village near the forest, which was about 10 miles from the city. From the village, Mark could see the Midlight Tower, and the beautiful appearance of the city as the sun was setting in the afternoon. Mark was wearing a black jacket with a hood, and he continued to stroll through the small village, observing the people as they went about their daily routines. He could see the kids playing, some were kicking a ball around while others were running and chasing each other. The sounds of their laughter filled the air, making Mark feel a sense of warmth and happiness.
While Mark was walking, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his neck, as if he had been stung by a bee. He stretched his neck to try to alleviate the pain, but instead, he began to feel dizzy and lightheaded. As he tried to steady himself, he started to lose consciousness.
He fell to the ground, unable to move or take any action. He saw Three men in black approach him, and Mark tried to get up, but he was powerless until he completely lost consciousness.
Mark ran towards his mother and hugged her tightly, feeling relieved that he finally found her after a long time of searching.
"We have been looking for you for a long time," Mark said.
His mother immediately covered his mouth and whispered, "Shh, just be quiet. They surrounded us." Mark and his mother hid behind a fallen tree in the woods.
"You have to stay here, Mark, while I try to mislead them, okay?" His mother spoke in a low voice.
"Mom, you've been shot! Who are they? Why are they chasing us?" Mark asked, still confused about the situation.
"I don't know, Mark, but just stay here." His mother ran forward to get the attention of the men chasing them
Mark tried to stop her, but it was too late. He noticed the men coming, and it seemed like his mother had successfully gotten their attention. Mark hid again, hoping that his mother would be okay. A Minute later he heard a gunshot. He felt a mix of emotions as he thought about his mother. He followed the sound and saw his mother lying on the ground.
"Mom!" Mark's voice broke as he stumbled towards his mother. He reached out to grab her, tears streaming down his face. "Mom, no...please," he cried out, feeling his strength waning.
"Ma-rk..." his mother's voice was weak and strained, interrupted by violent coughs and blood coming out as she spoke.
"Run..." she managed to say and then reached out to give him something. "Take this...it will keep you alive," she said, pressing a small, transparent vial into his hand.
Mark's eyes widened in surprise as he looked at the Bio-injection in his hand.
"But Mom, you need it now," he said with tears streaming down his face.
"No, it's okay," she said, exhaling her last breath.
Mark felt a rush of emotions as he watched his mother pass away.
Mark was torn between staying with his mother and running away to save his own life. His heart was pounding, and his mind was racing as he struggled to make a decision. But before he could do anything, the strangers had already surrounded them.
Mark clenched his fist tightly, holding the Bio-injection tightly in his hand. He knew that he had to be strong, not just for himself, but also for his mother. With a heavy heart, he made a choice and ran as fast as he could, leaving his mother behind.
As he ran, Mark's mind was filled with guilt and regret. He cried while running. He wished he could have done something more to save his mother. Mark realized he had reached a dead end. The lake below him was too high to jump into, and his pursuers were closing in. Panic rising in his chest, he quickly scanned the area for any possible escape route. Then, with a burst of adrenaline-fueled inspiration, he spotted a narrow ledge on the cliff face on the other side of the lake. Without a second thought, he made a running jump towards the opposite shore, his heart in his throat as he soared through the air, and miraculously landed on the ledge. He clung to the rough surface of the cliff.
Mark scrambled up the cliff, he felt a searing pain shoot through his back. He gritted his teeth and kept climbing, the adrenaline masking the pain. Finally, he reached the top and stumbled forward, gasping for breath. As he fumbled for the Bio-injection his mother had given him, he realized his pursuers were getting closer.
With shaking hands, he plunged the needle into his arm, feeling the organism inside it take hold of his body. He staggered forward, the world starting to spin around him. He tried to run, but his legs gave out and he stumbled toward the edge of the lake. The wind howled in his ears as he fell into the icy water below, sinking deep into the dark depths. The last thing he remembered was the sensation of cold water enveloping his body before everything went black.
As the fog in his mind began to clear, Mark's memories slowly returned. He recalled her mother's death. He remembered the adrenaline-fueled jump from the cliff and the searing pain of the gunshot in his back. He also recalled the Bio-injection he had taken, feeling the organism inside it taking hold of his body. And he recalled how he fell on the lake.
He began to open his eyes, and he found himself in a sterile research laboratory. His hands and feet were tightly restrained, and he felt a sense of panic rising within him. The room was filled with the rhythmic beeping of machines, and he soon noticed various tubes and wires protruding from his body, connecting him to a maze of equipment that he couldn't even begin to comprehend.
However, his attention was soon drawn to a large aquarium positioned directly in front of him. Inside, he saw a senseless body floating motionlessly, attached to numerous apparatuses that were keeping it alive. The body was eerily still, yet the machines monitoring its vital signs beeped rhythmically, reminding Mark of the fragility of human life. He shuddered at the thought of being trapped in this sterile, artificial environment and wondered how he could ever escape.
As Mark frantically searched for a way out, he heard the sound of an automatic door opening. A figure emerged, fully clad in personal protective equipment (PPE), making it impossible to discern any identifying features. Mark quickly pretended to be asleep as the figure approached him. The gloved hand of the person in the PPE suit reached out to check his condition. Suddenly, someone struck the person in the PPE suit's neck, causing him to lose consciousness and fall to the ground. The anonymous person quickly grabbed hold of the person in the PPE suit to avoid making any noise. As Mark opened his eyes, he saw the mysterious person pulling the unconscious figure away to hide them.
The anonymous person freed Mark and removed the apparatus connected to him. He then proceeded to undress the coverall laminated suit from the unconscious man and handed it over to Mark.
As Mark received the suit, he couldn't help but ask "Who are you? Why are you helping me?" anyway my name is Mark, thanks for saving me"
The person remained silent and instead handed Mark a respirator, gesturing for him to move quickly.
As they left the research room, They walked down the sterile, white hallway, trying to keep their cool as two men in lab coats approached them. They exchanged greetings and continued on their way, but Mark's nerves were stretched tight as they waited for the men to pass.
The person with him entered the passcode to activate the elevator and they stepped inside. Another person joined them, but they remained composed, pretending like everything was normal, as they ascended to the first floor, they exchanged tense glances. They were part of the underground.. with a ding, they reached the first floor, and the doors slid open. Just as they stepped out, an alarm began to sound. They tried to make their way towards the exit like normal, but someone called out to them. Without hesitation, they began to run.
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM! The sound of gunfire echoed through the air as they charged towards the gate. The guards, armed with rifles, didn't stand a chance against the quick reflexes of the person with Mark. SWIFT KICK! With a swift kick, the person disarmed one of the guards and grabbed his weapon.
In a stunning display of skill, the person fought back against the barrage of bullets. The rifle roared to life as the person took down each guard with deadly accuracy.
The bullets whizzed past them, Mark instinctively covering his head. But the anonymous person didn't hesitate for a moment. GRAB! They grabbed Mark's hand and sprinted towards the road like a seasoned pro. WHOOSH, WHOOSH! They weaved and dodged through the chaos, their hearts pounding with adrenaline as they narrowly avoided the hail of gunfire.
Finally, they burst through the gate and into the open air. SCREECH! They skidded to a stop, their freedom tantalizingly close. PANT, PANT! They looked back at the compound, their eyes wide with excitement and fear. They had made it out alive.
SQUEAL! Suddenly, a blue car screeched to a stop in front of them. SHOUT! "Get in!" Without hesitation, they climbed into the car, slamming the doors shut.
ROAR! The engine revved to life as the driver slammed on the gas pedal, and the car shot forward with a burst of speed. SCREECH! The tires squealed as the car careened around corners and dodged through traffic.
HONK, HONK! Horns blared as they weaved in and out of lanes, the wind whipping through their hair. VROOM, VROOM! The engine roared as they raced towards their destination.
The person with Mark finally spoke in a feminine voice, pointing a gun at the driver, "Who are you? Who sent you?"
Mark was surprised to realize that the person with him was a girl. As he removed the respirator, he exclaimed, "Wait, you're a girl?" But there was no time for further questions, as the car sped away with the sound of screeching tires, leaving the chaos behind.
The driver replied, "I'm Detective Jameson, the one in charge of the case and helping Mark to find her mother "
When Mark heard the driver's name, he was shocked once again.
RAT-A-TAT-TAT! Bullets rained down upon them, smashing the car's windows and whizzing by their heads. CRASH! Glass shattered as bullets pierced the car, sending shards flying through the air.
The girl fired back with deadly precision, managing to take out one of the pursuing cars. VROOM! With adrenaline pumping through their veins, they refused to be caught and continued to press on. SCREECH! Their car screeched around corners and swerved to avoid more gunfire.
"You can take us to my safe house under the bridge," the girl shouted to Detective Jameson as she continued to fire at the remaining car. BANG, BANG, BANG! The sound of gunfire echoed through the air
The girl continued to fight back, taking out the tires of the remaining car. But suddenly, she cried out in pain as she was struck by a bullet. GROAN! She slumped back in her seat, clutching her shoulder as blood stained her clothes.
SCREECH! Despite the setback, they pressed on toward the safe house, the car weaving through traffic as they tried to outrun their pursuers. PEW, PEW, PEW! The remaining car continued to fire at them, the bullets whizzing past their heads.
SIREN! Suddenly, Detective Jameson made a bold move and decided to cross the busy intersection. CRASH! The pursuing car was unable to pass in time and collided with a metal utility pole, the sound of metal crunching and glass shattering filling the air.
BREATHE! They all took a deep breath of relief as they sped away, leaving their pursuers behind in a cloud of smoke and debris.
Finally, they arrived at their destination, and the girl instructed Mark to find the hidden button to open the garage. However, she suddenly collapsed.
The garage door opened and they rushed the injured girl inside. They quickly found a table to lay her down on, and Mark removed the cover from her face. As Mark uncovered her face, a memory came rushing back to him - he recognized the girl as the one he had nearly collided with on his first day of school while riding his bike through the park.