Chapter 8 - The Blood Betrayal
I woke up strapped tightly to a heavy steel chair in a brightly lit interrogation room.
My muscles ached violently from the neurotoxin, but my mind was completely sharp and focused.
My father sat across from me, calmly polishing a pair of expensive silver reading glasses.
He looked at me with the same cold, emotionless expression he had worn on the highway.
He explained that he and my mother were not just greedy parents who had sold their grandchild.
They were the original founders of the Vanguard genetic program, and they had created me in a laboratory.
I was a genetically modified soldier designed to be perfect, but I had rebelled by choosing a normal life.
Eli was the next generation of their research, possessing a mutation that could revolutionize biological warfare.
My father confessed that they had orchestrated the highway abandonment to force my military programming to activate.
They wanted to see if I was still the ruthless killer they had designed me to be.
I strained against the thick leather straps, promising him that I would destroy this entire facility.
My father simply laughed and pressed a button on a small silver remote control.
A massive steel monitor on the wall roared to life, displaying live security footage of the perimeter.
Dozens of Vanguard mercenaries were slowly surrounding Jackson's hidden sniper position on the ridge.
My father offered me a devastating ultimatum that completely broke my heart.
If I agreed to willingly undergo a memory wipe and return to Vanguard's control, he would let Jackson live.
If I refused, he would order his soldiers to execute my best friend and begin operating on Eli immediately.
I stared into the eyes of the man I had called my father, realizing he had never loved me at all.
I slowly bowed my head, pretending to accept total defeat and surrender to his demands.
My father smiled triumphantly and stepped forward to unbuckle the heavy leather straps binding my arms.
The moment my right hand was free, I grabbed the metal pen from his pocket and drove it into his shoulder.
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He screamed in agony, dropping the remote control as I quickly freed my remaining limbs.
Before I could grab a weapon, the reinforced door blew open, and the CEO of Vanguard strode into the room.
