AN: I will be hand out bats at the end of the two chapters because you will need them. I am also angry so lets fight the enemy together. Happy reading!
Jian Ci woke up to a severe pain. A deep, pulsing ache throbbed behind his eyes, radiating through his skull like a war drum.
His limbs felt heavy, his body sore in ways that told him he'd fought something—or someone—with everything he had.
The air was thick with the scent of scorched stone and blood. His vision blurred, the cave ceiling above him swimming in and out of focus.
He groaned, pressing a hand to his temple. He had another episode, but this one had been worse. It was more violent and more consuming. He couldn't remember how it ended.
The last thing he recalled was the surge of power, the taste of rage, the moment before everything went black.
Did I take the TX506? He tried to remember. Had he injected it? Dropped it? Had someone else intervened?
