Prime Evolver System

As the black blur approached with rapid speeds, the short stub of a man was startled, he wasn't sure what that thing that was charging at him actually was.

To be honest, for the first time in his life, he felt a sliver of a new, strange, but very discomforting feeling: Fear. For the first time, he was afraid of facing the unknown. He had no idea what that thing was, but he could clearly feel a massive amount of killing intent, swirling around the flying, rocketing black blur like an invisible cloud of smoke.

Although he was searching for the boy, to be perfectly honest he never actually met him himself, nor did he get the chance to learn about them, as the latest reports were taken away by that annoying harlot when she suddenly took her stuff and left.

The only thing his men managed to salvage was the video feed that the system in the facility recorded. Yes, most of the cameras were destroyed by that monstrosity, but he still managed to piece most of that fated day's happening together. He also had a sort of clear picture of him thanks to the video feeds, before and after his transformation.

What puzzled him first was that how did the toxic gas got released, as there were no system logs… They all seemed to mysteriously vanish, however when his aide, Dr. Frida suddenly just up and left her post after so many years, he immediately had his suspicions.

The woman was obsessed with this boy, ever since he was admitted to the Facility. The boy's strange regenerative traits and the first witness reports about the strange dark, ominous aura immediately sparked something within that crazy woman. Ever since then, her main focus was on him.

'He is the key to solving the mystery! His genes will finally give us the answers we need to create the perfect serum!' He can remember her words clearly, even now.

Anyway, now that this strange dark blur was approaching him, he wasn't sure what to do. He hurriedly closed his eyes and raised his arms against his head, hoping at the very least it would provide enough protection to avoid being killed on the spot.

However, the blur ignored him completely and swiftly flew into the living room which he had just left. As the wind passed him, slowly, afraid of earning the ire of this mysterious creature, he opened his eyes, only to be stunned. The very same boy, Lucien Shaw came to them!

Instantly, realizing this fact, the shock and fear were replaced by a smirk. He looked at the boy's back with a pitiful look.

'Oh, you poor, naive boy. You really are just a helpless little animal caught in a very obvious trap…' He thought inwardly.

He stepped forward and was about to reach for his gun to end his charade even before it started when suddenly, he felt the cold of a steel push against his temple.

Looking to the side, he saw the figure of a tall, blonde, gorgeous woman smiling back at him with a gentle, friendly-looking smile, whilst holding a dark metal gun. Her finger gently floating above the trigger, acting as if it was the literal, modern version of the mythical Sword of Damocles.

She placed her index finger in front of her luscious lips, shushing the little dwarf scientist-looking man to stay silent.

What caused the little dwarf to stay still and even be slightly scared of this angelic woman was the fact that he couldn't even sense her presence at all. Not when she came in, nor right now.

Being one of the 'Enhanced' as he called his test subjects that got injected with any version of his Serums, he was used to sense each and everything around him. He could feel intent, gouge other's strength… even through walls. Even when he was met with assassins, or was being led into a supposed ambush, he could feel and 'sense' each and every soldier from dozens of yards ahead.

So now, being unable to get a grasp on this woman, he was startled, scared for the first time in his life. She was a complete mystery, he was only certain about one thing: If he were to move even a muscle, he was sure to meet an abrupt end today.

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As soon as the car parked down, Lucien almost tore the car down and rushed into the home of the Lewis' husband and wife pair. As they closed in, the dark screen appeared without his intention, giving him a strange notification.

[…::: ђภгєเєฬ feels the host's rage. The host's skills have been temporarily boosted. :::…]

[…::: Note: Host should be warned. Due to the synchronization rate being at 11.03%, the strain on the host will be substantial. Additionally, please note that with the host's current Energy Level, this state can only be kept active for a maximum of 60 seconds, before the host would lose consciousness. :::…]

[…::: We wish the host good luck. :::…]

While there were several questions with the strange texts, Lucien wasn't sure where to place them. However, he wasn't going to question them at the moment, as his mind was filled with one thought only: To save them!

So when he suddenly felt this newfound power coursing in his veins, strengthening his muscles he wasn't going to complain or question them. Even though he could recognize the similarity in it that turned him into that mindless beast, this time it was different. He was aware of what he was doing. He retained his sanity.

At the same time, there was another difference. At the top-right corner of his vision, the bloodied, eerie-looking ominous text appeared once again, showing him what seemed to be his current and max energy, slowly being seeped away, similar to a countdown.

[…::: Energy: 9.91 / 10 :::…]

As the seconds passed, it continued to slowly creep ever-so closer to that dreaded zero. He wasn't sure what would happen when he would run dry, but based on that he was given a warning, he wasn't keen on finding it out.

So, when the car stopped, he literally bolted out from the car and rushed in to where he could feel the several heartbeats, the living room.

Although he felt a strange vibe from him, he ignored the small, dwarf-looking man in the hall, and flew into the room. As soon as his blackened, dark eyes saw the poor hunting dog, Roxxy lying in her own pool of blood on the floor, the helplessly sobbing old man George and Martha, held up by two buff strange-looking men each, his body trembled with the bubbling rage he instantly felt.

He could sense the old man's helpless anger, his desperate need for revenge. His beloved partner, the canine member of their family was shot down without a second thought. At the same time, he could feel the motherly woman's despair, her struggle. Even now, he could feel that instead of worried about her own current state, she was worried about her husband's… Roxxy… and strangely… when their eyes met, his own self?

She was worried about him? Did she want to protect him?

'Why?' He asked inwardly, unable to understand why she felt like this. Did she really care about him? But why? They only met for just a few days ago? Why would she risk everything just to protect him?

"Why…" He suddenly muttered, breaking the intense silence that had befallen on the room with his abrupt invasion. Unbeknownst to him, his hands were balled into tight fists… He was clenching them so hard that a mixture of his dark, almost charcoal black blood was slowly dripping over the carpet on the floor. His eyes that were already mostly dark, turned completely black, if someone tried looking into his eyes, a feeling of dread, the void looked back at him.

The veins in his right arm violently pulsed, the muscles convulsed.

"What did you say?" Albeit startled, the closest of the masked mercenaries leaned closer to ask the strange boy.

A drop of his tear escaped from the corner of his left eye, slowly making its way through the boy's youthful face, eventually acquiescing to the ever-present gravitational force and fell down toward the ground.

Time seemed to slow down, as the little droplet of tear slowly closed in on its destination. The fraction of a second that this action would have taken, seemed to suddenly take an eternity.

As the little transparent liquid plopped into the carpet, Lucien repeated the question with a growling, much deeper tone of voice whilst he slowly raised his head, turning it towards the inquiring guard.

In his eyes, an eternal rage could be felt, as it clashed against the poor soldier's wain mind. Dread, a previously unknown fear of death, his own demise rapidly sank into the soldier's heart as it tried to withstand this emerging monster's gaze.

"Why… Why?" He slowly repeated the question.. However, he didn't seem to care about any answer as in the next instant, his figure flashed forward, towards the stunned and startled group of guards.