The Monster is After Me : A Monster's Obsession
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[Warning -- This Book contains all the triggers that could ever exist in the universe of books including, coarse language, mention of violence and blood, and sexual references, cliffhangers too. All the characters, places, actions and information are fictitious in this book and if they match anything in real life, please consider this as a mere coincidence only.]
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“Error. **ERROR.**”
The computer’s synthetic panic echoed through the chamber, yet I found myself moving with a quiet inevitability rather than alarm. I drew back the slide of my weapon, letting the familiar weight ground me, and leveled it toward the sealed glass panels ahead. Smoke churned behind them like a living thing, frosting the reinforced surface into an opaque veil. Beside me, the other guards braced their stances, our formation rigid, as though rooted by the knowledge that retreat was no longer an option.
Regret had been with me far longer than the emergency klaxons. Long before the lab’s systems began to fail. Long before the mistake I made began to take shape in the shadows behind that door. But regret couldn’t turn time back, and it certainly couldn’t save us now.
Seconds passed—drawn-out, heavy. Some of the men around me faltered, weapons lowering as uncertainty crept in. I refused to move. I held fast to the belief that he *would* step through. That he would reveal himself. But the door didn’t open.
It **gave way**.
The glass we had been reassured was unbreakable—bulletproof, impact-proof, failure-proof—shattered like brittle ice. Smoke poured from the cracks in a slow, sinuous spill. I waited for a silhouette to emerge, readying my breath, readying my resolve. None came.
What reached me first was the smell—thick smoke intertwined with the metallic tang of blood. I turned just enough to gauge the others, but the realization hit me harder than any impact: no one remained upright. The room felt cavernous suddenly, emptied of everything but me… and him.
From the fog, strength took form. Smoke coiled into arms that seized mine, locking them in place before I could fully react. The floor met my knees with a dull thud, and a hand twisted into my hair, forcing my head back until his presence eclipsed everything else. I swallowed down the instinctive tremor. Showing fear would only feed him. It always had.
A low, amused sound rolled from his chest.
“What's wrong, little master? Scared?”
My jaw tightened, lips pressed into a hard line—not to deny the fear, but to cage it. Still, a betraying lump slid down my throat. His fingers traced my neck with unsettling leisure until they found the pendant resting there. He toyed with it briefly before ripping it free.
“I like the smell of your fear,” he murmured, eyes turning to the necklace as though it were something sacred. But when his gaze lifted—sharp, unyielding—it cut straight through the composure I fought to maintain. My eyes stung; I closed them, unable to stop the heat blooming across my face. He would see it. He always saw too much.
The truth pressed in on me, suffocating and undeniable:
I had brought this creature into existence. I had nurtured the very darkness that now towered over me.
But unmaking him… that was never going to be in my hands.
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[This book is not my first book, but you can consider it as it is, thank you and enjoy.]
