79. Experiment 514
Tracking down and finding my target took me more time than I expected, but luck was on my side. I was surveying the building she was living in, planning my next moves when I saw her going to the main street. I followed her, curious to see where she was heading, dressed in only a blue shirt and no shoes. It surprised me to see her entering a train station, but I knew that if I didn’t act fast, I would lose her, especially after she came out of the bathroom wearing new clothes, a backpack on her shoulders.
And now, I am finally on my way back to the facility. **713** has promised me she will be strong and survive whatever **919** will do to her. She has to keep her promise because I don’t know what will happen to me if I lose her. My demon growls low and menacing, making me think he will destroy the facility if more harm is done to **713**. It’s about fucking time.
I turn on the radio—once, I used to love music—and speed up all the way to the facility, eager to be with the woman I love.
A few hours later, I park the car in the facility’s garage and go to open the trunk. Angelica is still asleep, a smartwatch in her hands. I curse out loud because I didn’t think of checking her pockets. Even if she was able to contact anyone, which I doubt, it does not matter, as it is impossible to get out of the facility. I could leave because Azael allowed me, but not before a tracker was implanted in my spine. If I ever try to remove it, I will die, as a toxin will be released.
After breaking the smartwatch, I pick up Angelica and take her to Azael’s office.
“Job done,” I say once I am allowed in. I put Angelica on a chair, but she falls to the floor. “Can I see **713**?”
Azael glances at Angelica before telling me, “Take her to **919**. You will find **713** there. The door will automatically open when you get there.”
Gritting my teeth in frustration, I do as asked. As told, the door to **919**’s cell opens when I get to it, and I enter. He is sleeping on his bed, his back to me. I look around for 713, and I almost go insane when I see her lying in a pool or her own blood. I drop Angelica and rush to my love.
“No!” I cry out when my hands touch her cold skin. “No! No! You promised!”
**919** wakes up and grins at me as he looks at me. My demon demands for **919**’s blood to be shed, a life for a life. My body shakes violently, hoping this time I will shift, but nothing happens. “She lasted two days, more than any other women before her.” He stands and goes to Angelica. He studies her for a few moments. “How long do you think this pretty thing will last?”
I stand and call for my angel, wanting to kill **919**, when Azael enters the cell. Instead of going for **919**, I rush to the one that destroyed my life. “You said **713** will live if I bring you Angelica! I will kill you and then **919**!” I growl as I remove Azael’s grin from his face with a hard blow of my fist.
Guards run inside the cell and peel me off Azael, and I am beaten up until I lose consciousness.
When I wake up, I am in my room. A TV has been placed in the middle of my cell, and I turn it on. A video of **919** torturing **713** starts. She screams for me, begging me to come and save her.
Fuelled by the deep hate I have for Azael, I fist my palms and destroy the TV. Using some parts of it and with the help of my demon and angel, I somehow open the door to my cell and step outside it. I don’t care if I get caught as long as I make it to the central computer system and activate the auto-destruction sequence. No one knows I have access to the codes.
I go up the stairs, as many working here use the elevators. I reach the bottom floor when the alarm goes off. Fuck! I really hoped I had more time.
I run faster when the door that leads to the garage opens, and a blonde man enters, a semiautomate gun in his hands. Both of us stop in our tracks. He is not one of the facility personnel, as I know all of them.
He points at me with the gun but does not fire as there is recognition in his eyes. “Wait. You are—”
I cut him short before he can finish. “Who are you, and what are you doing here?” I growl.
“I am looking for a woman,” he dodges my questions. “Help me find her, and I will help you return to your family. They are looking for you.”
I should not trust him, but he knows me and my family. I never believed in ‘the enemy of my enemy is my friend’ bullshit, but maybe tonight is a good time too.
“I will help you only if you promise to assist me in destroying this place afterward.” Not that I trust him, but I need another person to manually insert the codes at the same time as me.
He stretches out his hand, and I ignore it. Being touched by men repulses me. “Deal,” he finally says and lowers his hand.
“What’s her name?” I ask as I go up the stairs.
“Angel. Angelica Hernandez.”
“I know where she is,” I inform him, but keep the part about me being the one that brought her here to myself.
I turn to look at him as a group of guards burst through the doors of the first floor. With the help of my new ‘friend,’ I get rid of them fast. The guards Azael hired lately are a joke and weak as fuck. He used to have specially trained Dukes for this task, but 919 has a habit of escaping his cell and hunting them down. It had been proposed a few times to eliminate him, but Azael refused. After years of this happening, human men have been hired, replacing the Dukes.
With two arms in my hands, I lead the way to **919**. I open the door to the fifth floor when the cells open—putting me at an advantage as personnel rush to stop the experiments from escaping, and it is easy to take them down.
“You are not acting alone,” I say to him as I shoot two doctors.
“I have some help,” he confirms.
We keep moving when I say, “She is over there,” and point to a cell, but he is quiet. I turn to look at him. His eyes are fixed on a woman dragged away by a guard. I recognize her as 666.
My ‘friend’ is visibly shocked. He lets out a sound so inhuman and full of rage and hate and anger it startles me. He aims at the guard’s head and puts a bullet between his eyes, then rushes to 666 and picks her up in his arms. He looks at her with eyes full of adoration and love. My angel wants to kill him for touching her, but I ignore him.
Wasn’t he looking for Angelica?
“Is this real, or am I dreaming?”
She starts crying while nodding her head, as she can’t talk, her lips still sewn together.
While my ‘friend’ has his moment with 666, I focus on keeping the personnel away from us.
His eyes turn red.
“What have they done to you?”
She buries her head into his chest, calming him.
“You are alive. You have been alive all this time,” he murmurs before turning his back on me and running away, killing more guards on his way to the exit, leaving me alone.
I should not have trusted him, but the idea of seeing my family again clouded my judgment. Probably no one is looking for me, thinking that I am dead. Azael always fakes the death of those he wants to experiment on.
I might not have time to destroy the facility, but I have time to escape. First, I have to find a way to remove the tracker without being killed. I won’t rest until I kill Azael and **919**.
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