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[Katelyn]The professor’s harsh voice sends a cold shiver down my spine as he asks, “Are you sure this is the direction you want to take?”Holding my phone close to my face, I pace back and forth just outside of the operating theater where the doctors are still working feverently to save my fiance's life. From what I've been told, he's been stabilized, but has damage to several body systems including his liver, kidneys and lungs, in addition to his skin and muscles, which in some places has been burned down to bone. Even if he does survive, which might require a miracle, he'll live a half-life, dependant on machines to keep his body going. “No," I answer honestly. "But, as our lead commander, and their only family, it was Hunter's call." The old man swears. "It isn't right, and you know it." The line falls silent between us as we consider the consequences of our actions. Yes, taking away someone's choice is wrong, but would it be better for the two of them to live with their memori
[Professor McCannon]It was almost midnight when I got the call to prepare myself for Hunter’s arrival. He had found Ms. Vandersteele and little Miss Grant. “They are a mess, emotionally and psychologically,” Ms. Rose had explained over the phone. “And Hunter is not…himself. We need to initiate Project Persephony.” Exhaling slowly, I removed my glasses and pinched the bridge of my nose. “Are you sure? Has it really come to this?”“Hunter was certain,” a pause, “….he’s scared professor.” Her voice shakes as she adds, “He’s…he’s initiated Code Crimson.” Ms Katelyn Rose is one of the toughest people I’ve ever met. And yet, as she says this I can feel the fear behind her words, even through the phone. My spine stiffens in response. This isn’t the first time I’ve been called in a similar situation, sadly for the same girl. Poor Vanessa. I can’t believe I have to do this again. And I’ll never forgive myself for being the person who brought this up to begin with. [Two months ago–while
For a beat, the only sounds I could hear was her ragged breathing and the sound of monitors beeping in the background. “Katelyn,” I repeat.“I heard you, Hunter,” she replies in a flat, controlled tone. “You found them. I’m assuming you’ve signalled a clean up crew.” “Yes,” I rasp, my throat raw. “I did. But it’s not over yet, Katie. I need to find Debrassy. Please, tell me you have good news.” The line falls silent again except for the sound of her breath and the hospital around her. She’s still there, taking care of our people, waiting to see if Reggie will live to see tomorrow. I hate that I’m putting her through my drama as she’s dealing with her own, but she’s the only one I have to turn to. "I'm sorry, Hunter,” her voice is full of regret tinged with her own deep sorrow. “The last place we tracked him was at his house, but he…disappeared from the cameras shortly after his wife was taken to the hospital. It’s like he’s a ghost. None of our cameras have spotted him. I have a th
[Hunter]Vanessa and Livy were a heavy weight in my arms, not because of their size, but because of what tonight will mean. Tonight, they saw the demons that live inside my mind, usually silent, but always lurking. They saved me, my beautiful girls. Without Livy and Vanessa and the warmth of their love, I would still be trapped deep within the darkness of my mind, fighting anyone who approached, lost in a never-ending nightmare of my psyche. Eventually, I’d snap out of it, but after how long? A day? A week? Two weeks? So far, the longest bout of mania I’ve ever experienced was almost three weeks long when my helicopter went down just west of Kabul during one of my tours in Afghanistan. Carter found me almost starved and half deranged. Bestial. My humanity long lost in a fog of forgetfulness blended with fear and the need to survive. Usually, a mind like mine wouldn’t be allowed on delicate military missions due to my unique neurotype and its tendency towards mental instability. In
[Desmond] The nurse’s words still hung hollow in my chest. Gone. Both of them, gone. Jessica and our son, Davin. My heart shriveled into a hard rock. Evelyn did this. She made this happen and now I can’t even make her pay for what she did because the bitch is already dead. Placing my face in my hands, I exhale slowly, the last of my breath leaving me in a long, even path. So that’s it. That’s everything. What is the point of building my empire without legacy? It’s all over. “Are you okay?” I lift my head at the sound of the small, forgotten voice by my side and for a moment, I blink, confused. It’s like a ghost, looking at his face. He has Evelyn’s eyes and golden blonde hair, but the cut of his chin, the angle of his cheek bones, and the cunning edge in his stare are pure Debrassy. He looks so much like my lost brother. Like my grandfather as a child. And I guess, in many ways, like me. This little boy, Jayson Stone, is the last of us. My son. My only living heir. The only
[Desmond] So this is all that is left of my legacy. The spare. Evelyn’s bastard. His bright amber eyes look up at me with so much awe and uncertainty. But underneath that is a shrewdness so much older than his years. He’s young, but not naive. At six and a half years old, he’s already lost so much of his innocence. He was pulled into this world too soon, not allowed to be a little boy. That’s Evelyn’s fault.She had no business being a mother. I knew that. But that greedy whore never could leave well enough alone.Not that I can do anything about that now. She fucked up and now she’s dead.And I’m stuck with him. The child I never wanted. I told her to get rid of the spawn when I found out she was pregnant, but she insisted on keeping him, seeing her ticket to the Debrassy name. “I won’t marry you,” I had informed her flatly, “That child is yours, not mine. Your problem, your issue. But if you want to continue working for me, you’ll have to get rid of it. Our work has no space for







