My hand reached to pull Oeres's hands, causing him to lost his balance of gravity. Without wasting no second, I delivered three decisive attacks onto his central axis which caused him to stumbled before dealing the final chop onto the back of his throat. Oeres fell down onto the ground unable to move due to the pressure point of his body.
My twin moons stared onto his orbs persisted my superiority onto his vessel. My heart barely induced with struggles over the fight showing an immense physicality capabilities completely devour his. I turned my back onto him before walking away from the fight as the tension have raised into a satisfying degree of level. though, my heart will never be satisfied over the simplification of the competitiveness.
"The truest meaning of this world is none other than to learn, and keep evolving." as i muttered under my breath, refilled my mind with the reminder of my obsession onto the philosophy of my world.
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Monday;
25 May 2039;
The sky mirror the ocean blue color, becoming so vastly with the absence of the cloud. The sun, celestial orb emitting immense heat as if contrast to the beautiful scenery unraveled before the hall. Wind that seemingly promise comforts to our ashen dried skin, betrayed our hope as the temperature are not to be taken lightly.
I was none older than other children to be exact 4 years old, lined up inside an opened hall with bead of sweats crowned our eyebrow before gliding on our cheeks and reaching to soaked our clothes.
As one of the lab rat of CG-8 Project, we couldn't utter our thoughts carelessly with the fears of receive punishments. We are told that to be candidate hero of our country, and the superior are jealous of our position but i know that the truth which we are no worth less than a soldier that will be tested to our best ability and be thrown away once deemed as useless.
My eyes wonder through the surrounding, scanning for the current status of the situation. Before I can make sense of the environment, a loud voice rippled through the hall, crushing the silence with merciless prowess.
"PAY ATTENTION!!"
Our attention immediately traveled to our instructor loud voice and becoming tense with each second rise. The children were oblivious to their age, acting with logical awareness attempting to make no sounds possible for their next order. A complete complement to an average children behavior, showing the survival instinct of the brain.
"I'll have you notified that today we will begin with our usual routine. EVERYBODY DOWN!"
As usual Monday morning, we began with exercises targeting our own physicality development. The training was harsh, pushing our body to the utmost limit with each second filled with pressure from the instructor.
I am an orphan who was taken by my country military project in order to create the perfect soldier for the current ongoing World War III. Following the instructor statement, my parents abandoned me in front of asylum door and vanished from the radar for a long period of time. I was then taken into the orphanage house for few months before transported into the CG-8 Project.
Based on what I heard about CG-8 project, it is the eight undergoing project that have been done. The previous project, CG-1 until CG-7 was abandoned due to lack of talent and some of it left incomplete for unknown reason.
In the truest honesty, I didn't thought much about of the world around me. The world could turn upside down and I'll still surviving in this hell. As a matter of fact,
... I AM interested.
There's limitless resources that i can keep endeavor to learn and to evolve infinitely. This hell which others so disgusted of, is what i would consider as a paradise for me. I don't know much about other children thoughts about this as we rarely got into communication. The project focuses on individuality rather than teamwork, which is better for me either way.
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My twin moons orb bore into Oeres's eyes filled and showered my soul with superiority complex. A hint of frustration visible onto his eyes, glared at me with malice and hatred. My steps filled the silence with rhythm of steps, feeling accomplished of my mission for the day.
Wednesday;
19 September 2045;
"The Mission : To Learn Of Human Malice"
It is proven scientifically that animals have superior physicality compared to human. If a question deemed to be answered of the differences between animals and human, it would be Malice. Human able to conjure malice into their soul due to their intellectually adaptable to situation.
I also find out that malice worked like a switch, a trigger waiting in response. The factor could be ruled out to self motivation, external triggers, personal survival instinct and a etc.
But,
What would be the similarities between animals and human? This is a question that keeps pending into my soul, a centipede with legs of thoughts relish my brain with each inches of its venomous fangs.
"How exciting."
These obsession, This exhilarating and fascinating concept that would make my soul burnt to ashes. O, to be burnt by this knowledge like Icarus, and be reborn like a phoenix. A sensational feeling, which trembles these blue gems of eyes and the visible insanity pooled into my retina. These hearts of mine which beat by second couldn't bare the excitement like a child given toys.
These knowledge would be useful in modern battleground. If I could use malice in the truest essence, I'll be unstoppable.
My eyes distracted by the instructor gazes, pulling me in his direction. The instructor walked towards Oeres, with each impending steps filled the room breaking the silence in rhythm.
"I had high hopes for you, Oeres." The instructor voice utter loudly as usual, but somehow his words are colder than ever before. "I could've sworn I saw a genius inside you. A glimpse which make me feel at least, excited. But you were just nothing but an average joe who good at impression. I'm disappointed."
Oeres's mouth opened slightly, as if to let out a voice, a rebel. His eyes widen, with stream of silent tears pooling onto his eyelids and rolls down with each breath he took. His hands tremble slightly, wonder aimlessly onto the air as if to answer to the question the instructor bore into him.
It's a shame for us to not learn to speak, only to understand. He could've done something to counter this situation.
"You're expelled."
Oeres didn't even have to understand those words, yet he knew what that meant exactly. His fate are doomed.
Oeres could only tremble in fear, crouching down with his hand on his head covering his body. Being expelled here is the same equal to death. Survival is the utmost priority in our case, losing that means you don't have any reason to live no more.
Then, a bold idea strike my mind.
I leaped off from my position and reached to Oeres in an instant. My hand unsheathed a silver dagger with a swift movement, unleashed pointing towards him. Oeres rises on his feet immediately and proceed with guard stance in response.
The instructor face didn't looked back as if letting it happened. As if Oeres is not worth protecting anymore.
"MALICE"
Dropping out Oeres for his less value then me is a blunder made by the instructor. I was planning to use him more for my experiment on the mission.
... and if he were to be expelled, then I'll have to use him right now as fast as possible with true precision.
None of my hands wonder onto the air, and my feet straight planted onto the ground. My stance appeared in a relax state, though, my eyes fixed on his trembling emerald green orbs.
A strike of bloodlust impaled into Oeres's heart. A sudden pressure squeeze the air and tremble it slightly, with a hint of fear and terror traveled through the surrounding like a parasite thirst for a house. A wide smile carved on my face, line etched as it widen from ear to ear. A smile which I have not have in my possession of my knowledge, that I able to do. These yellow teeth visible to one eye, under the shining ray of light.
For the first time, Oeres eyes planted onto the smiles, burnt into his retina with every detail carved into his memory. HE TRULY FELT;
FEAR, TERROR, DEATH.
Death, as if the whole world have been silent for the bloodlust to spare free, to speak. His ashen skin, His rumbled mind, His very soul telling him to run away from death. His brain couldn't process any of this but only for his feet begging him to run away. His strength sapping away every second, the very air fumbled and sucking away his prowess, his sole weapon to survive.
"this is malice, i see. i'll bring it up to the next gear."
I began to taking it up, into utmost of my abilities. The feeling itself like drug, addictive to my body. Thoughts being relished in my mind, with the observation of Oeres's fear visible becoming a fuel to my ego. Though, my vision blurry as I raised the capacity, and fell unconscious.
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Boundless misty cold fog etched to the edge of the horizon questioning the very existence of itself. My eyes wonder to my surrounding, confused by the scenery unraveled upon me. The room filled with my steps, like a rhythm soft rain breaking the silence in gentle manner.
Without any objective, my track proceed without any direction or map, travel aimlessly in the fog. There was neither moon nor sun, yet a visible faint light beaming softly radiating the room. It is as if the world have abandon winter and summer only to reveal the paradox combination of heat and cold. A sensational feeling gliding through my arm, seeking to leave a trace. The fog kisses the veil of my clothes and whispered into the swayed of my black raven hair.
Then, a single entity appeared in front of me with no clear vision of it. The fog making it harder to spot its shape, though it is undoubtedly a human. Covered in black misty fog, It seemingly eyes reflected onto mine as we shared our gazes.
"A Nameless Fool with Unanswered Promise." He uttered softly, with it voice mimicking the tone of mine yet filled with intention of having the whole world acknowledged it.
In a sudden movement, my feet sinking through the black tiles ground, a similarities of being sucked by a quicksand but its literal ground. The vigorous movement only made it difficult to counter the situation, my hand hanging onto the air to searched for luck under an apple tree.
Though, if these hands were to have mouth and tongue, surely it will mock my attempt. As if to say;
"Even you couldn't hold on forever."
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