Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace



The chaos outside the lab subsided as suddenly as it had erupted...

Leaning against the door, my heart sank with the silence.

They probably couldn't make it out.

Closing my eyes, I slumped against the wall in despair.

So this is what it feels like... despair, anger, frustration, losing control. All these emotions mixed together in a strange cocktail.

"Subject 71 shows no vital signs, Subject 69 executed a suicide attack and has been captured for immediate termination. Alert! Alert! Subjects 63 and 003 have escaped. Alert! Alert!"

Suddenly, alarms blared outside.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

I snapped my eyes open, standing up in a rush of excitement.

The leader of the subjects and the newborn made it out?

"Alert, Rebellion Syndicate operatives have breached the facility to extract Subject 63. Alert! Alert!"

I clasped my hands together, peering outside with a surge of hope.

They were saved...

For some reason, I was breathless, my eyes moist with tears.

They made it out!

It was like a ray of light piercing through the darkness...

They made it out!

Two subjects had sacrificed themselves to hold off the mercenaries, allowing Subject 63 to escape with the infant.

I turned to the remaining subjects in the lab.

They all stood at the door, as if seeing a glimmer of hope.

Their once numb eyes now sparkled with life.

The male subjects didn't take the pregnant and non-pregnant females with them, knowing full well the

perilous journey ahead. But they

promised to tread through hell

meant a sliver of hope to come back for them.

"Subject 63 has escaped!"

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Outside, Naomi burst in, frantic, scanning the lab.

Kicking the door in frustration, she gritted her teeth. "We cannot allow the subjects to leave the organization. They must be eliminated!"

Naomi was the head of the lab, and with such a significant breach, the leaders behind the scenes wouldn't let this slide easily.

The subjects, never socialized, were essentially blank slates to the outside world - no identity, no birth records, nothing...

Such individuals, once in society, were untraceable.

They weren't even in the fingerprint database, and their DNA could potentially match that of socialized subjects.

From a terrifying perspective, if a lab subject committed murder, leaving behind fingerprints or blood, the police might end up arresting a socialized subject instead.

For instance, if Phoebe No. 2 committed a crime, the DNA evidence might mistakenly point to Phoebe.

"At any cost, eliminate Subject 63," Naomi ordered again, her voice trembling.

This was a critical incident.

I watched Naomi with a smug

satisfaction, sneering. "Once the subjects are exposed, the

Gene Forge Collective's deification project will be unveiled, and hiding will no longer be an option.

This was a disaster for the organization.

Naomi's anger hadn't subsided as she turned to me. "Rebellion Syndicate couldn't find this lab until you showed up... and suddenly, they know where we are, managing a well-timed rescue. Foebe... you're quite the asset."

Naomi suspected I had colluded with Rebellion Syndicate to facilitate Subject 63's escape.

"The lab's security is tight, what could I possibly do to get someone out?" I laughed. She was giving me too much credit.

Naomi approached my cell and suddenly pressed a button outside, releasing gas into my cell. I fell to the ground, struggling to breathe.

"Search her, every inch, see if there's a tracking device!" Naomi suspected me.