Chapter 12
At Metro Station B2
Baysal steps forward with a challenging smile, pink sparks dancing around her body as if brimming with excitement. With a single fiery punch, she hurls Solio, who sits motionless on the ground, through the wall. Blood trickles from his battered body as it crashes forcefully, lying seemingly lifeless.
Staring at him coldly with a smirk, Baysal speaks in a mocking tone:
"Is that all you’ve got?!, How pathetic! If Suero were here, he would have joined me in finishing you off!"
Within Solio's mind, his thoughts echo like a faint whisper:
"Suero? She knows him? She must be close to him!"
Baysal begins to walk toward him slowly, each step deliberate and heavy, exuding her overwhelming confidence. Her eyes glimmer with hysterical excitement as she adds with an arrogant sneer:
"Any last words?"
Despite his dire state, Solio thinks to himself:
"I’m just a copy… My real strength isn’t here. But my sole objective is Suero. This fool wouldn’t understand…"
Before Baysal can deliver the final blow, Solio’s body suddenly explodes into dozens of small forms, scattering in a single direction. Baysal spins around in frustration, her gaze locking onto the fleeing entities as she yells in disbelief:
"What?!"
The tiny forms, darting away as a swarm, laugh faintly, and one of them mutters mockingly:
"I'm heading to B1… and I'll make Suero witness her end."
Baysal chases after them furiously, shouting at the top of her lungs:
"You scum! Where do you think you're going?!"
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At Metro Station B1
Suero stands silently, observing Solio's frozen figure before him, a hopeful smile forming on his face. A glimmer of determination shines in his eyes as he thinks:
"It's Baysal's energy... I'm not alone in this fight."
Gathering his courage, Suero steps forward and says with a resolute tone:
"Thank you, Baysal!"
In the next instant, Suero bursts toward Solio with lightning speed. Solio, still dazed, thinks to himself in confusion:
"What is this energy? The pain… I can’t move..."
Suero gives him no time to think. A barrage of punches rains down on Solio's face and abdomen, interspersed with brutal kicks that send him sprawling to the ground. Grabbing Solio by his clothes, Suero hurls him against the wall with immense force, the impact resounding loudly through the station.
Blood drips from Solio's mouth as he thinks:
"This copy is failing… because of that cursed energy! I can’t hold on much longer!"
But Suero doesn’t let up. He charges in with a final punch that cracks the wall behind Solio, blood spurting from Solio’s nose. Suero’s mind burns with resolve as he thinks:
"I won’t let you down, Master Veb!"
A tense moment of silence follows. Suddenly, Solio’s hand morphs into the shape of a gun, and bullets fire at blinding speed. Sensing the danger, Suero reacts with incredible agility, flipping backward just in time to dodge the bullet aimed directly at his face. The shot embeds itself in the wall, leaving a deep mark.
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Using the chaos to his advantage, Solio rises to his feet, his features returning to their normal state as he attempts to escape.
With unwavering determination, Suero bolts after him, intent on finishing the fight once and for all.
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At Metro Station B2
Solio stumbles up the stairs toward Station B1, his steps unsteady. Behind him, Baysal chases furiously, shouting:
"Stop!"
Solio reaches B1, and as he turns right, he finds himself face-to-face with his original copy, with Suero standing behind it. A fiery grin spreads across his face.
Suero, who had been running, freezes in place, his eyes widening in shock:
"What’s the copy doing here? Wasn’t it with Baysal?"
Baysal catches up, turning the corner just moments later. Her gaze shifts between Suero and the two versions of Solio, confusion etched across her face. In a low voice, she mutters:
"Suero? What are you doing here?"
But Suero doesn’t give her time to process. He shouts urgently, his hand reaching toward her:
"Baysal… RUN!"
With wild desperation, Solio’s hand makes contact with Baysal’s stomach. A violet spark bursts from his palm, engulfing her entire body. The spark rages like a violent storm before vanishing as quickly as it appeared.
Baysal’s heart seems to stop for a moment. Her expression shifts to one of quiet sorrow as her eyes lower to the ground. Suero’s voice trembles with concern as he calls out softly:
"Baysal…?"
She raises a trembling hand to her face as if realizing this might be the end. Memories flood her mind, but the words she wants to say refuse to come.
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Flashback (16 Years Ago)
A five-year-old Baysal sat beside her father, Halis, on the small couch. Her wide, innocent eyes were glued to the gaming console screen, her tiny fingers anxiously gripping the controller as she tried to win. But, as always, the outcome was in her father's favor.
"Why did you win against me again, Dad?!" she asked with a pout, her voice filled with frustration, tears glistening in her eyes. She threw herself into his warm embrace.
Halis chuckled softly, wrapping her in a comforting hug, and said gently:
"Are you crying over a game? You're such a little kid!"
Baysal kept sniffling, tears rolling down her chubby cheeks, while her father patted her head, his laughter filling the room. From a distance, her mother, Carla, stood at the doorway, her face glowing with a warm smile—a mix of love and pride reflected in her eyes.
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One Day...
Carla sat on the kitchen floor, her face buried in her hands, silently crying. The room was a mess; the window was shattered, and shards of glass were scattered everywhere. Halis stood beside her, trying to calm her down. His voice was firm yet gentle:
"Carla? Don't pay attention to them."
But Carla didn’t reply. Her sobs grew louder, tears streaming down her face. At the doorway, little Baysal stood frozen in place, her wide eyes staring at her parents with a blank expression, unable to comprehend what was happening.
Outside, hateful messages were scrawled across Carla's car in harsh words:
"Monster... Leave... We don’t want you here!"
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Late at Night...
Carla quietly packed a bag of clothes, tiptoeing toward the front door. Every few steps, she paused, glancing back at Halis and Baysal, who were sound asleep. Her face was filled with hesitation, tears hiding the sparkle in her eyes.
She whispered to herself, her voice choked with sobs:
"Forgive me..."
She stepped out, shutting the door behind her softly. Then, getting into her car, she drove off into the darkness.
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A Week Later...
Baysal sat by the window, her eyes following the raindrops trickling down the glass. She seemed lost in thought, her innocent face clouded with sadness. Halis approached her slowly, his exhaustion evident in his expression. He sat beside her and asked gently:
"What’s wrong, my little one?"
She turned to him slowly, her eyes filled with sorrow as she asked in a faint voice:
"Why does everyone hate Mommy?"
Halis smiled sadly, placing a hand on her head and stroking her hair as he replied:
"Your mom was once a brilliant scientist... But she got involved in something dangerous."
Baysal’s eyebrows furrowed with curiosity.
"Something dangerous?"
Her father sighed deeply, his voice tinged with pain and nostalgia:
"The World Government asked her and the 'Master of Sciences'—I think his name was Raizo—to conduct a horrific experiment. They wanted to enhance humans, to make them stronger... But the experiment failed, creating monsters instead."
Confusion swept across Baysal’s face as she asked:
"But... why? Why would they do that?"
Halis chuckled lightly, pulling her into a hug:
"Don’t worry, my little mischief. Those are grown-up matters."
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A Year Later...
Rain poured heavily in the countryside, shrouding Halis’ home in darkness. He lay on his bed, his face pale, his body weakened by illness. Baysal sat on his stomach, trying to wake him up as she said with innocent determination:
"Dad! Let’s play!"
He laughed despite the pain, saying:
"I can’t play right now, my little one."
She pouted, crossing her arms:
"Why not?"
But his laughter was interrupted by a harsh cough. He then gazed at the ceiling, his voice frail as he said:
"Baysal... don’t hate people. Yes, they can be cruel... but you’ll surely find those you love."
Baysal tilted her head, not fully grasping his words:
"Dad? What do you mean?"
But he didn’t answer. His eyes slowly closed, his voice fading into silence. Baysal stared at him, her childish voice filled with confusion:
"Dad? Are you sleeping?"
The room remained eerily quiet as the rain intensified outside, thunder tearing through the sky with violent flashes of light.
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Present Day... (15 Years Later)
Suero stood before Baysal, her eyes reflecting a mix of sorrow and tranquility. She raised her head to look at him, a faint smile gracing her lips.
"I truly enjoyed life..." she said softly.
Closing her eyes momentarily, she continued, "It was a wonderful life with all of you, my friends."
Opening her eyes again, she met Suero's frightened, expectant gaze directly. Her voice was calm but firm:
"Suero... tell everyone that life isn't as bad as we think. Keep on living..."
But suddenly, black veins began to spread across her face with terrifying speed. In a fleeting instant, her head exploded, blood spraying violently onto the floor like a bomb, drenching Suero's face in crimson.
Her lifeless body collapsed onto the ground like a puppet whose strings had been cut. Suero stood frozen in place, his eyes fixed on the motionless corpse.
Amid the suffocating silence, he whispered faintly, his voice fractured by shock:
"Baysal...?"
End of Chapter.