Two days later.
The restraints hissed as they loosened, hydraulics releasing with a metallic groan. The scientists surrounded me, poking, prodding, muttering notes into their recorders like I wasn't human—just a lab rat who occasionally fried under voltage.
They had no idea today was the day.
My limbs were sluggish. Too long without movement. My muscles screamed in protest, but rage? Rage gave me strength.
I opened my eyes.
And lit the room on fire.
Twin beams of searing red tore from my eyes, sweeping across the room. The first two scientists dropped instantly—heads vaporized. Alarms blared. Chaos erupted.
I stood slowly, smoke rising from my skin, and with a grunt of effort, I shut off the lightning generators mounted above me. Silence followed—eerily loud in the sudden absence of the endless electric hum.
I tried to teleport.
Only made it a few feet—still weak from constant suppression. Before I could blink again, the lab doors slammed open. Three guards stormed in, rifles raised.
Bad move.
I reached inward, called on the fire affinity they injected into me months ago. A white-hot flare exploded from my palm, a flashbang of flame, temporarily blinding them.
Perfect.
My body moved like instinct. A blur of violence.
I spun and slammed my heel into the side of the first guard's skull. He crumpled, dropping his Magnum Research Desert Eagle L5—.50 Action Express. Heavy. Beautiful. Mine now.
I teleported again, short-range, right behind the next guard.
BOOM.One down.
BOOM.Another head painted the wall.
Five bullets left.
I slipped out the door into the main hallway—no time to waste.
Only stairs.
Leading down.
Figures.
I bolted down the cold metal steps two at a time, the weight of the Desert Eagle heavy in my hand. My lungs burned, but I didn't stop. Not until I hit the last flight.
One corridor.One door at the end.No guards.
Which meant one thing.
Something important was inside.
I paused for half a second. Checked my ammo—five rounds.
"Better make 'em count."
I charged, the force of my vampire-enhanced physique turning the steel door into scrap as I kicked it open.
Inside was... silence.A room. All white.Sterile. Clean. Cold.
And the worst thing I'd ever seen.
Tubes. Dozens of them. Human-sized. Filled with thick green liquid. Suspended in the center of each tube—
Me.
Clones. Exact copies. Hundreds of them. Some looked younger. Some older. Some… deformed. Glitches in the system.
A wave of nausea hit me. Rage followed fast.
They weren't just experimenting on me.
They were duplicating me.
Trying to mass-produce the perfect weapon.
"Sons of bitches…"
I cocked the Desert Eagle.
And started walking toward the nearest tube.