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The Resistance: Three Years war.
Chapter 2.5: The grip locked

Chapter 2.5: The grip locked

The figure kept pacing circles around their room, waiting for their secretary to finally bring the report they asked to bring the report. A few hours had passed since they had requested information, and they did not wish to wait any longer: what sort of authority are they if people don't even bother warning them? With these thoughts, they walk towards the table, ready to threaten their secretary, but as they walk towards the table, a figure slips into the cabinet. They glare at the figure, asking with a cold, threatening voice.

"What took you so long, Alexander? I called you five hours ago, and you better have a good excuse, or else..."

Alexander, a tall, muscular man, looks at the figure with sheer horror in their eyes, slightly bowing his head and hastily replying:

"I- I am sorry, governor! The research branch wasn't willing to-"

The governor scoffs, waving their hand to signal that they didn't want to listen to him any longer. Of course there's going to be some information hidden, falsified. Project X was the biggest failure ever, and it haunts their nation up until now. And now they have to deal with the shit those stupid scientists caused. Of course, they frown. First they fuck up, and then when shit hits the fan, it's people like them who are forced to fix it, their irritation replaced by disappointment. They take the document out of Alexander's hands and scoff at him.*

"Scram from here, and I want the report of what the subject did in the city by this evening on my table."

Alexander's eyes widen, and they mumble:

"But governor-"

They cut Alexander off, the irritation quickly returning back to their voice.

"I said due this evening, Alexander! Don't forget who dragged you out of that hellhole!"

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Alexander gives the governor a slight bow before walking out of the room. The governor sighs and sits down at the table, opening the folder and pulling out the document. As they continue reading, their facial expression darkens more and more... until they realize they've become pale. The horrors that this... thing had done, they couldn't believe what they were reading about this child. Child? It was like reading of a devil in flesh itself, manifested in the body of a child. They throw a quick glance at their bodyguarding robots, who stood still, as always. They keep reading further and further until their hands start lightly shaking from the horrors they read. The atrocities, the pictures... they've seen a lot in their long, long life. Gore, murder, war. But... this, it was something else. That child, that thing... it didn't care. It brought down to dust entire cities in their blind hatred and revenge. Children, women, men—all alike... butchered. Nobody spared. One would say that their army has done similar things, similar crimes, and they couldn't be farther from the truth. The crimes the soldiers of their nation have done look like child's games compared to what this one person has done. They set the document aside, taking a deep breath, trying to calm down. They understand why the stupid scientists lied about X1 being dead. If everyone became aware the subject is alive and knew of their powers and potential, there would be panic amongst soldiers and civilians alike. Worst of all, the subject was here, right here, so close to capture or kill, yet so far... They sigh and stand up, lighting up a cigarette and walking over to their wide window. The bubble above the city's downtown was already visible, alongside the fortifications built around their building. They were ruthless, but they weren't delusional: they knew that the subject, despite their youth, would butcher through these people without a second thought. Taking a huff from the cigarette, they walk over to their table and press a button on it, then saying.

"I want Lieutenant Inoshita in my office. Right now."

In the forest, southern region.

The boy slowly wakes up, blinking a few times, trying to clear out the blur in his eyes, weak pain still lingers in his stomach, his limbs weak. Leaning on a tree, he stands up, quietly groaning, gripping his stomach. He feels shitty, and after a few moments of standing, he slowly starts walking forward towards the city, slightly staggering. He knew it was risky to come back, but he knew a few ways to sneak in...

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