Rachel had never dreamed that something like this would happen to her. She was expecting to die on this day or at least suffer a fate worse than death. But the young boy that had appeared before her from thin air had saved her life and her chastity.

He stood there in the midmorning sunlight with a majestic air about him, his clothes fluttering in the soft breeze.

The strange white clothes he wore had made her shiver a little at first, the stitching on them having the name “Regent” on them. But that quickly changed when she saw the scars covering his face and the silver hair fluttering in the air.

The hair reached down to his shoulders and shone faintly with an otherworldly glow that instilled a sense of fear in her. But when she began to near the boy, the light faded suddenly and his eyes had opened, showing pale purple irises that held no light in them.

Just when she was going to say something to him, he had closed his eyes once again and began to fall towards her. She had hastily caught him and let out a surprised gasp at how light he had felt, so light she could easily carry him with the little strength she possessed.

After carrying him gently back to her home and laying him on her couch she had proceeded to bake some cookies. She had been dreading the visitor that was meant to pay her a visit later in the day and couldn’t stop stressing out.

She had borrowed a large amount of money from loan sharks a few months ago to invest in one of her new inventions. But someone had broken into her house one day while she was out getting parts and when she had returned she found everything smashed and burned, no trace of the original shape left. She couldn’t prove anything but deep down, she knew it had been the very same people she had borrowed money from.

No matter what she did or who she begged, no matter how slovenly she acted, no one was willing to hire her or lend her money to help pay off her loan. The ones she had borrowed money from were famous for being brutal and uncaring, even going so far as to sabotage their attempts to payback the debt. They were practically the rulers of Gendin, the smallest town in the south.

Slowly but surely the little money she had left had dwindled to the point she could barely support herself and she had grown weak. Her once lustrous skin had paled and her muscles had deteriorated. Her hair had grown dull and scraggly, the oil secreted from her scalp had begun to cling to her hair like glue. She looked like a homeless beggar on the cusp of death.

“Today’s the day, huh…” She gave a self-mocking chuckle before checking on the cookies by opening the oven and poking one with a toothpick. Seeing as how they looked ready to serve, she switched off the oven and grabbed a towel to wrap around her hands and pull the tray out.

Immediately the scent of fresh cookies filled the room and she smiled gently as she tipped the tray over a plate, the cookies gently sliding off and onto the plate. She then placed the empty tray onto the sink top and the towel on top of it.

She walked into the lounge room and placed the plate on a small cupboard that was located next to the main couch. She gazed at the boy’s face for a short while before walking back towards the kitchen and sitting down at the table.

He must have been through a lot. Those kinds of scars… She placed her cheek on the table and closed her eyes, the coolness of the table seeping into her skin. After resting for a few minutes she decided to get up and go check on the young boy again.

As she walked into the lounge room she immediately noticed the young boy’s outstretched hand hovering above the plate of cookies as well as his gaze focused on her. His gaze was filled with a myriad of emotions but the most obvious one was fear.

She tried her best to show a comforting smile as her thoughts began to race. What should I do in this kind of situation? Maybe if I introduced myself… No. I don’t think that would help this situation much to be honest. Maybe… She stopped her train of thought and made her way over to the plate of cookies, taking one and moving to a small recliner off to the side of the room.

After sitting down she took a bite of the cookie and chewed slowly, trying to savour the taste as much as she could. She was lucky she even had enough ingredients in the house to make these so she wanted to get at least a single taste.

After finishing off the cookie she smiled gently and pointed towards the plate. The boy took a cookie in his hand and shoved it into his mouth in one go, barely chewing it before swallowing in a rush. It didn’t take long before the whole plate was emptied of its contents.

He opened his mouth to try and say something but then quickly closed it and wore a sour expression on his face. She figured he was trying to thank her so she smiled gently and nodded towards him, clasping her hands in prayer and closing her eyes. She lowered her clasped hands to her lap and decided to get a little sleep before the sharks arrived later.

*

When she opened her eyes again she saw the boy had also gone to sleep and felt relieved that he had been able to relax around her despite not knowing her at all. She got to her feet and walked over to him and placed a hand on his cheek, wiping away a tear that had fallen from his eye.

“You’re similar to me, aren’t you?” She felt a small connection with him and thought about what might have happened to him. Considering some of the underground rumours she had been hearing lately she frowned slightly before moving to the kitchen.

Human experimentation was legalised but no one knows which organisations have a hand in it. But by the looks of it, Regent definitely has a hand in that for certain. Her thoughts were slowly churning as she reached the kitchen table and placed a hand on a corner of it and sighed.

Knock Knock

She looked up towards the back door and trembled slightly at the sight of a certain man through the draped blinds of the door. His burly and bulky frame blocking out everything else from her view.

She took a deep breath and walked over to the door, unlocking the handle but keeping the chain in place as she readied herself. She slowly opened the door to its current limit and put on a nervous smile.

“Ishahn, you’re early.”

“Rachel, darling. Do you have my money?” He placed his hand forward and plastered a very lascivious grin on his face as he leaned forward. His eyes were practically undressing what little parts of her body were showing through the crack. This caused her to shudder and back off a step as she swallowed some saliva.

“I don’t have it yet… But if you could give me just a few more weeks, I could-“ As she tried to come up with an excuse she noticed another man slightly farther away hidden behind some shrubs, his figure barely noticeable. “Please! Just come back in a couple more weeks! I’ll have your money by then I promise!” She slammed the door shut and locked it as fast as she could and turned to run back to the lounge room before she felt a slimy hand on her thigh.

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Ishahn had knelt down and pushed his arm through the doggy door at the bottom of the door to try and grab her.

“Just Stop!” She screamed and kicked out with her free leg, connecting with his elbow and causing him to let go in a panic.

“Fucking woman! Oi Rob, don’t let her escape!” Ishahn yelled loudly as he tried to break open the door before giving up and running over to the window.

“No! Don’t come in here! Please!” She screamed as she saw the young man from before come hurtling in through the window, smashing it in the process and wielding a small knife in his hands.

Climbing in slowly and menacingly, Ishahn licked his lips as he made his way towards Rachel. As he got closer he whipped his hand out and grabbed a hold of her breasts with a heavy grip and nodded in satisfaction.

“DON’T TOUCH ME!” A feral glint appeared on Ishahn’s face as he nodded towards the other man. Before she even knew what had happened she felt a searing pain on her face as Ishahn let go of her breasts and shoved her backwards.

Not expecting the sudden action she couldn’t brace herself and thus fell heavily onto the ground, her head taking the brunt of the fall. She felt her mind go hazy for a moment and felt something warm and metallic begin to trickle out from her mouth.

He doesn’t plan to keep me alive… does he? Her thoughts, groggy as they were, still formed this conclusion as she vaguely made out his shape walking towards where she was.

Suddenly his voice began to drift into her ears and she felt her blood run cold.

"You should have just kept quiet and let me do you like you promised bitch. You couldn't scrape together enough money and you have nothing of value in this crapshack. But what's this? You actually tried to lock me out of the house? What's gotten into you? Have you finally gone mad?" He gave a small snort and grabbed the waistband of his pants.

She heard a small thunk followed by a low grunt from nearby before Ishahn opened his mouth again to gloat.

"Little shit! You thought I'd come here alone? Bwahaha. I already knew that this bitch had taken a boy in with her a few days ago so I brought my little brother here with me in case something happened. I'm glad I did."

As her vision finally regained its former glory, she felt the urge to scream and cower at the sight that laid before her.

Ishahn had pulled his pants all the way down and exposed his fully erect member, ready to go at a moment’s notice. Just as she was going to attempt to stand up she felt a sudden impact in her gut that sent her flying backwards into the couch.

“Guh…” She felt the air rush out of her mouth along with a clump of blood as she impacted with the couch. No more… Please god I beg you, just end me now

She reached out her hand towards Ishahn without any particular thought as to why and was met with a fierce boot that snapped the bones and ligaments in her arm and wrist.

The pain that she felt in this moment was truly astronomical as her arm fell weakly to the floor as Ishahn bent down and tore her dress off and grinned widely.

No… She thought to herself as she closed her eyes and weakly moved her damaged body and began to curl up before a large weight began to bear down on her chest and her legs were pulled apart.

The weight was quickly moved and she felt a hand on her stomach and opened her eyes to see Ishahn’s member nearing her most precious place. She felt her mind go into overdrive and her mind grew distant as she felt his hot, pulsating member arrive at her folds, about to part them.

*

Graham felt like shit by the time he had reached another town, his head feeling like there was a massive dance party going on inside it. The pounding was nothing compared to the weakness of his body as he kept losing blood steadily during his journey. It had taken a full day and night of walking to reach the closest town. The journey had been rather uneventful and the highway was quiet as a mouse, not a speck of traffic throughout the entire time.

Due to the incident that had taken place the day before it wasn’t all that surprising. But the fact that there were no rescue crews or curious bystanders attempting to travel in that direction had been a rather curious thing. Normally at least a small amount of traffic would have been taking this road under any circumstance but not this time.

Graham looked behind himself and saw a few drops of blood on the ground beginning to harden and dry under the evening sun as he felt another surge of pain flow through his head like bolt of lightning.

“Fuck sakes. I hope this doesn’t affect me in the future.” He grumbled to himself as he made his way to the nearest house in hopes of getting directions or assistance to the nearest medical facility.

He frowned slightly when he saw that the street lights hadn’t turned on yet despite how dark it had gotten outside, not to mention that none of the houses nearby had their lights on either.

“…” He walked up to the nearest hose and knocked repeatedly as loud as he could while shouting for help. After repeating this on three houses he came to the conclusion that something must be up.

He punched the front door of the third house roughly before storming off and manually searching for a hospital or medical facility while it was still light out. It took only ten minutes of searching before he found a medical research facility that still had its backup power functioning. It’s sign standing proudly in front of the building.

{Rishnar Branch Regent Medical Development Centre}

He walked up to the glass sliding doors at the front entrance and laughed dryly when it didn’t open for him.

“Guess I’m gonna have to become a criminal.” He sighed dejectedly as he slammed his body against the doors a few times before one of them finally shattered under the repeated stress.

A strong medicinal scent reminiscent of a dentist or small hospital immediately assailed his nose as he made his way to the front desk. He looked around for any paperwork or documents that could lead him to some blood-bags and the other things he would need but didn’t find anything useful.

He knew he wouldn’t last much longer at this rate and hurried to search the building before he hit critical condition.

After a thorough search of the building he finally found all the things he needed to patch himself back up and restore some of his blood loss. The only real problem laid in the blood he had found.

{O- Alpha v2.1}

“…” He cleaned and dressed his wound before bandaging his head up and hooking up a tube and needle to his arm. “…” Do I really want to put this stuff inside me? It’s obviously from some sort of experiment. What if it fucks me up more than I already am?

After a few minutes of hesitating he decided to just do it anyway and see what happened from there. He was pretty much screwed either way at this point but decided to take the chance of survival.

It felt like molten lava was being slowly injected into him when the first few drops of blood entered his system.

“I fucking knew it! There’s no way this stuff is normal!” Just as he was about to yank the needle out of his arm he felt a strange sensation travel up his spine and into his head. It felt like electricity but also not at the same time. It slowly began to spin inside his head as the pain from earlier subsided and he could focus properly on his surroundings.

The pain in his arm began to fill his entire body but his head alone seemed to feel nothing at all, even feeling better than it ever had in his entire life. He could feel his strength slowly returning to his body as a wave of pure pleasure washed over him.

Before long the entire contents of the blood bag were emptied into him and the pain began to ease off into a dull ache.

“…” He felt his mind begin to sharpen and his thoughts begin to race as a sense of urgency filled his entire being. He moved his gaze to his feet and gasped at the sight that greeted him.

The wax tile floor was fading in and out of existence before his eyes. No that wasn’t it at all! He was seeing through it to what was beneath it. He blinked his eyes a few times and even rubbed them to see if he was just imagining things.

“What the hell was in that blood?” It took him a moment to get used to this strange new ability before he focused on the sights below. A small group of people were chained to a wall and having their blood drained and new blood injected at the same time some thirty meters below. The sight was enough to question the morality of whoever was in charge down there.

A small petite woman in a lab coat was jotting down notes into a book as she watched the entire process. She stopped scribbling when one of the chained people began to spasm and vomit a large amount of black goo onto the ground. She seemed to shout something and motion towards the chained person as a group of black clothed people rushed over to take the vomiting person away somewhere.

“Should I do something about this?” Just as soon as he voiced this question he shook his head and calmed down a little. I doubt a single lone person could hope to do anything under these circumstances. But at least one question has been answered. Where did the townsfolk go?

He unhooked the bag and let it drop to the floor with a soft thwack as he stretched his stiff muscles a little. It didn’t take long for him to feel a lot better and more relaxed as he stopped stretching and headed for the entrance to the building again.

He had just left the room he was in when a siren suddenly sounded in the building and many rushed footsteps could be heard from all around him.

“Well fuck…” He cussed a little before dashing back the way he came to get here.