**POV: Nael
The car's engine purred softly as I waited. Five minutes passed with no sign of them. My irritation grew, not just from the delay. **I'm not the waiting type.** I never was. At that moment, I had no patience for it. Without hesitation, I started the car and left them behind. **If they didn't come, that was their problem.**
As I drove through the city streets, my grandmother Rose's words echoed in my mind like a dark mantra. _"Nayara must marry the Capo's son or the Russian mafia's firstborn. A choice for her good, for everyone's good."_
**Is it good for her? What a joke.** Neither option was acceptable. On one side, the Capo—a man who saw everything as a power game, willing to crush anyone in his path. On the other, the Russian mafia heir—cold, cruel, as brutal as his father. I couldn't tell which was worse. What truly devastated me was knowing that Nayara, my sister, would be forced to choose. Or worse: **would have no choice.**
My fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly. I felt the heat of anger rising, burning in my chest. **The idea of Nayara being treated like a bargaining chip drove me insane.** I wanted to fix everything my way: fast, simple, lethal. To shoot anyone who dared to touch her. But I knew it wasn't that easy.
The city lights flickered, creating a shadow play that seemed to mock me. With every corner I turned, my past insisted on returning like knives cutting through my mind. I remembered Nayara and me growing under Ivan's grasp, the man who dared to call us "children." He was poison, the worst kind of plague. He brought us into this world only to destroy it around us.
It was Ivan who started all this, as always. His stupidity put Nayara in this position. He promised his daughter as a bargaining chip to the Russian mafia as if she were a piece of meat to save his own skin. **He was a failure as a man, as a father—and as a human being.**
But killing Ivan wouldn't solve anything. The damage was already done. And Nayara? She was broken inside, but no one would know. Like me, she learned early that weakness was exploited. She learned to harden her face, to appear untouchable. We grew up in a world where tears were punished and smiles were seen as signs of submission. **There was no room for affection in our lives.**
I drove aimlessly for a while, trying to silence the pain that seemed to explode within me. I ended up at the racetrack. The smell of burnt rubber and gasoline filled the air—familiar, almost comforting. I asked to race—not because it would solve anything but because I needed to feel control over something, even if it was just a car going 200 km/h.
On the track, the world disappeared. It was just me, the car, and speed. Each lap was an attempt to burn away anger, to transform chaos into something I could understand. But deep down, I knew: **there's no escaping this.**
Celestia, my mother, protested when everything was decided. She tried to argue against Rose but knew her words meant nothing. It had always been this way. Celestia had quiet strength but never knew how to use it—perhaps due to blind loyalty to a rotten system or an inability to fight against the reality consuming us. While she spoke, I simply stared at her in silence; my gaze was enough to silence her. **Because sometimes words change nothing.**
And Rose? The matriarch was an enigma—sweet in such a cruel world—but don't be fooled: her kindness was a weapon. She was the heart of a broken family, but even her love couldn't fix what we were.
On the outside, I remained unchanged: cold, calculating, indifferent. **That's what everyone saw.** But inside, I was burning up; each lap on the track was a desperate attempt to extinguish the pain consuming me.
I finished the race but nothing had changed. I returned to the car and stared at my reflection in the rearview mirror; my face was a mask—unshakeable—but my eyes… they told a story no one needed to hear. I started the engine once more and drove on.
Because in the end, it's all I can do: **keep going**.
**POV: Nael**
"Are you going to bet that pretty face?" – The sarcastic voice echoed around as I stepped out of the car; they looked at my Bugatti with envy and disdain mixed together—it was a car beyond their reality, something no one on that track could even dream of driving—but that meant nothing to me; **I just needed something to distract me from the chaos in my mind**.
I looked at the guy who spoke and analyzed him for a moment; he seemed overly confident as if he thought he could gain something more than wind against his face that night; a small cold smile appeared on my lips—a reflection more than genuine feeling—"I accept," I replied with a voice as neutral as the environment should be but felt suffocatingly pulsating for me.
The Bugatti was an extension of me; its engine pulsed like an angry heart; while engines roared around me an empty adrenaline coursed through my veins; **I should feel alive right? But felt nothing**—just emptiness.
The race began; everything around me turned into a blur; lights flickered like ghosts trying to chase me down; speed surged intensely; every command obeyed like it was part of my body—but actually wasn't racing that held my attention.
My mind—a cruel precision weapon—worked in second gear; since always my memory had been a curse—photographic and unable to forget any detail; **before becoming what I am today my IQ already surpassed 199; now?** After enhancements everything had been elevated absurdly; my processing ability three times superior; perception of reality completely different—I saw everything with painful clarity—as if reading every movement and detail around me.
That damn gift never gave me respite; even while racing my brain kept processing what truly mattered—the words of Rose—the fate of Nayara—the rot surrounding us—the idea that there's no escape for my sister.
**The race ultimately became just another mechanical task**—no adrenaline—no real distraction—just engine sounds and shadows stretching towards me; each lap pulled deeper an inevitable truth: none of this would help.
I crossed the finish line first—as always—but victory tasted bitter; parked and stepped out ignoring impressed looks from other racers—they seemed eager for something—a reaction perhaps? But I had nothing to give; just walked towards trackside watching distant city lights.
The night felt cold but hardly registered; everything around seemed distant while my gaze lost itself on horizon pulling back into what I tried avoiding—Nayara being used as currency—Rose attempting justification for what had none—Ivan—the bastard who put us in this position—and me… standing still unable to change anything.
Outwardly it seemed nothing affected me—the same cold face—the same indifferent expression—but inside I fought battles; **memories were true enemies because couldn't erase them**—they lingered trapped within an enhanced mind—every detail perfect—every emotion recorded with absurd clarity.
Night wind brushed against my face but brought no solace—the city continued living indifferent towards chaos within me; while staring at horizon lights an bitter truth hit: **no matter how fast I run or how hard I try escaping what torments will always be with me**.
I turned on the engine again, filling the silence with a roar returned back onto the road—but this time without any intention of racing; I just needed to drive because ultimately movement is all that mattered.
**POV: Nael**
I left racetrack with same emptiness before but agitation within didn't lessen; **I needed something more brutal—something pushing me truly towards limits**; city lights kept shining on the horizon but for me they were lifeless shadows—I turned on the car headed towards a place that always served escape: underground fight club where brutality remained the only rule.
This wasn't just any club; there fighters became more than human; **technologically modified true cyborgs**—beings sacrificing flesh and bone for weapons, strength and speed machinery; many unrecognizable as humans—their forms distorted by metal plates, cables and prosthetics.
Entering hit by wave heavy sweat oil blood atmosphere dense charged testosterone aggression sounds screams punches echoing through damp walls; **like stepping into heart technological hell—and somehow it felt comforting**.
All eyes turned towards me once crossed entrance whispers began circulating—I knew exactly what they thought: **"What's an ordinary guy doing here?"** Of course it looked "normal"—no visible modification, no prosthetics , no weapons embedded in the body—they didn't know they were looking at something entirely different.
Minutes later someone started provoking:
"Hey 'human' want face Mostrengo?"
Name transformed murmurs into excited shouts—the Mostrengo feared fighter club—a true walking tank grotesque appearance, massive metal arms spikes back glowing red eyes personifying everything others feared there.
**And me? Just smiled**.
"Why not?" – responded calmly, unsettling those present.
Arena circular dirty oil dried blood pieces metal from previous fights above lights flickered casting grotesque shadows dancing around me—I removed the jacket revealing a body strong yet vulnerable compared to the colossus before.
Weight around ankles arms significant—it's something always wore keep control force myself fight disadvantageous position; **without them would be too fast too strong—but nobody there needed know**.
First blow came like thunder metallic fist Mostrengo sliced air direction—I moved instinctively dodging narrowly—even with extra weight, speed enough to confuse giant roared movements and brutal coordinates trying to hit me.
**Audience ecstatic**—they didn't understand how someone could remain standing—they didn't know even limited weight still far ahead of them.
Each blow delivered calculated each dodge precise body felt automatic while mind wandered; **memories day began emerging**:
Day everything changed hell never forget; **DNA altered that day forced evolve into something nobody understood**—not technology, something purer instinctive—and terrifying way more so.
Rage bubbled inside—not because Mostrengo but everything carried: Nayara fate faced Rose trying to justify unjustify Ivan bastard ruined us since childhood—and myself to protect her.
Mostrengo attempted to grab hands closed around but twisted body freed, launching a precise strike weak point—a junction between two metal plates screamed distorted metallic sound staggering backward.
**Fight ended before begun**.
While the crowd shouted name felt nothing exhaustion—not physically easy to ignore—it was an exhausted man carrying a weight broken world.
Left arena without looking back sound celebrations fading while returned car; **none helped**—fight fun yes—but ultimately emptiness remained there pain rage helplessness—all stayed heavy day began everything changed.
Entered car engine roared again accelerating through dark streets because deep down knew fighting running trying forget never enough; **hell carry isn't outside—it's within me**.
**POV: Nael**
Drove aimlessly until found something offered peace stopped beach salty breeze brought momentary relief waves softly breaking sand horizon seemed infinite moment wondered how would disappear vastness there nobody knew me could be anything or maybe nothing at all.
Watched stars reflected water silver glow competing distant city lights beautiful yet cruel; **beauty never part life**—my mind is always relentless, every thought comes blade cutting attempts to find relief away.
Returned car always did without answers without direction drove bar hole dark dirty where people went forget lose sat corner weak lights barely illuminating face ordered glass whiskey then another one.
**Taste burned throat affect never came**—my regenerative factor curse blessing while normal person drunk few glasses for seconds alcohol neutralized instantly matter much drank never feel lightness numbness others experienced forgetfulness
Frustrated threw glass wall breaking silence bar bartender shot look said nothing perhaps out fear perhaps knowing pay damages—but broken glass brought relief only more shards chaos head
Left after three hours irritated empty street found some prostitutes approached smiles artificial empty promises moment considered maybe orgy something occupy mind make feel… anything—but while walked them something inside broke
**Gave up** wasn't what needed wasn't wanted actually didn't know wanted
Stopped sidewalk watching cars pass red tail lights disappearing darkness **time face problems knew it**, but at same time realized problems weren't solved bullets—and left even angrier
If simple physical already resolved good at that—but situation minefield wrong choice word out place world knew could collapse
Nayara marriage wasn't merely personal sacrifice political move agreement held fragile balance forces provoke greater conflict
A Third World War
And that made angrier fact couldn't do anything fact first time life abilities strength intelligence killing weren't enough
But then idea formed **if world wanted monster they'd get one**
Not enough watch from afar hide behind orders others time remember truly who am—not just shadow brother subordinate—I Nael knew better than anyone transform chaos silence threats ashes
Breathed deeply returned car engine roared understanding determination chest mattered happened do needed done
They'd discover—all of them—and when discovered would be too late
**POV: Nael**
Returned home sound Bugatti engine echoing long stone path entrance mansion lights already lit casting cold glow immaculate garden home resembling prison **place never brought peace only memories preferred forget**
Opened door found mother Nayara waiting living room Celestia sat sofa posture rigid eyes revealing worry Nayara sister side arms crossed bright look restless both seemed have say burning tip tongue
Stared moment feeling weight silence between us Celestia opened mouth speak before any word escaped passed them by today wasn't time
"Nael," Nayara called voice hesitant almost whisper rarely used name softly still didn't stop didn't look back
"Not now," murmured voice colder intended climbed stairs leaving behind knowing indifference probably hurt them burden carried too great share **needed alone**
In room closed door behind faced emptiness walls filled shelves objects meant nothing took simple clothes comfortable sleep dressed mechanically meaningless
Lay bed staring ceiling darkness room comforting than conversation gesture closed eyes trying find rest knew sleep merely another battle tomorrow come yes bring same questions same ghosts
"A new day but again wouldn't bring anything."
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