Chapter 38Augustine sat alone in a dimly lit room, the faint glow of a dull bulb casting long shadows across the walls. As he stared intently at the monitor in front of him, unblinking-his expression remained inscrutable. The anticipation in the air was almost palpable, as if the room itself held its breath.Suddenly, a torrent of anger and rage surged through Augustine. In a fit of frustration, he erupted into a deafening scream, his voice reverberating off the walls. His emotions overwhelmed him, and he lashed out, kicking the nearby chair and slamming his fist against the cold, unforgiving wall."BLOODY BASTARD! Ohhhhh you're lucky to not be here with me. I'd take you apart and fix you then take you apart all over again." He had assigned someone to watch Myra, cunningly using the nanny he had gotten for her as the middleman, ensuring his involvement remained hidden. He had given the man a small pill, disguising it as a harmless supplement. Unknown to the man, the pill contained b
Chapter 39Aeron gazed at Myra with a mischievous glimmer in his eyes as he held up a silky black blindfold. "Are you ready for today's training session?" he asked, a playful smirk playing on his lips.Myra raised an eyebrow, a mix of curiosity and anticipation filling her expression. "What kind of training are we talking about?" she inquired, a hint of amusement in her voice.Aeron chuckled, his fingers gently brushing against the fabric of the blindfold. "Trust and awareness," he responded cryptically. "I want to test your ability to listen and attack based solely on your instincts."Intrigued, Myra nodded, her mind open to the challenge. "Alright, I'm game. Tell me what I need to do."Aeron motioned for her to stand in the center of the room. "Close your eyes, and I'll blindfold you," he instructed. Myra complied, feeling a sense of heightened awareness as the darkness engulfed her vision."Now," Aeron's voice resonated in her ears, filled with gentle authority, "I want you to loca
Chapter 40Aeron walked briskly down the street, a grin etched upon his face. He felt a surge of exhilaration, a childlike glee that bubbled up within him like a freshly uncorked bottle of fizzy drink. He couldn't quite pinpoint the exact reason for his elation, but he didn't care. Maybe it was because Myra had been showing him more affection lately, making him feel wanted and loved. Maybe it was the way baby Allistar would giggle and reach out for him whenever he approached. Or perhaps it was the sense of accomplishment he had been inching closer to in his goal, the feeling of progress. Whatever the cause, it didn't matter to Aeron. The emotions coursing through him were intoxicating, and he reveled in them.As he turned a corner, his eyes widened at the sight of two men standing in the middle of the path. They were dressed entirely in black, their faces concealed by shadow. Aeron's elation quickly dissipated, replaced by a cautious wariness. He knew better than to underestimate stra
Chapter 41Aeron stood at Myra's door, his knuckles rapping against the wood in a rhythmic pattern. His heart hammered in his chest as he waited, his mind racing with worry and uncertainty. When the door creaked open, he was met with Myra's wide-eyed shock as she took in his disheveled appearance. His clothes were torn, and his face was marred with bruises and scrapes, a stark contrast to his usually composed and confident demeanor."Aeron, what happened?" Myra's voice trembled with concern as she ushered him inside, her eyes scanning his battered form with alarm.Once inside, Aeron sank into a chair, his breath ragged as he tried to compose himself. Myra hovered nearby, her expression pleading as she implored, "Tell me what happened, please."Aeron's gaze met hers, filled with a mix of pain and desperation. "I was attacked," he murmured, his voice strained with the effort to speak.Myra's eyes widened in disbelief. "Attacked? But who would dare to harm you? We both know that no one i
Chapter 42Myra and Aeron sat in the car, ready to head home after a long and eventful day. Myra gripped the steering wheel, her fingers slightly tense. Just as she was about to start the engine, her phone rang, breaking the silence. She glanced at the caller ID, noting it was an unknown number, and answered hesitantly."Hello?""Hello. Am I speaking to myra?" A female voice on the other end asked.Myra responded cautiously, "It depends on who is asking.""My name is Ella from lights bar.""Okay?" "There's a certain Mr Augustine here. He's drunk and your number was the one he provided for emergency contact?" Myra let out a frustrated sigh, realizing it was Augustine again. "Fine," she said. "Send me the address, and I'll be there."The call ended, and Aeron glanced at Myra, anticipation in his eyes. "Let me guess," he said dryly. "It's Augustine."Myra nodded, weariness evident on her face. "Yes, he's drunk again."Aeron frowned. "This is the third time in two weeks. Isn't that a bi
Chapter 43The evening sun cast long shadows as Aeron approached Myra's house. His footsteps echoed in the quiet street as he reached the front door. He stood for a while, hesitating. Myra and him had been having too many arguments of late and it was naming him feel bad. With a deep breath, he turned the handle and pushed the door open, revealing the dimly lit interior.As Aeron stepped into the house, he immediately spotted Augustine sprawled out on the couch, fast asleep. A surge of anger tightened his jaw, and he shot a disapproving look at the slumbering figure. The tension in the room escalated when Myra emerged from the kitchen, a concerned expression on her face."Aeron, you're early," Myra said, attempting a smile. But before she could say anything more, Aeron cut her off, his voice half-yelling."Why is he here again, Myra? How many times have I told you not to let him sleep in your house?" Aeron's frustration was palpable.Myra, taken aback by his outburst, pleaded with Aer
Chapter 44Aeron walked hurriedly towards Myra's house, confusion, anger, and fear etched on his face. Whirls of emotions churned within him, and a series of questions played on his mind like a relentless storm. Who is Augustine? What does he want? How could he be in two places at the same time?His rapid steps echoed in his mind, mirroring the chaotic thoughts racing through his head. As he reached Myra's front door, his hand moved almost instinctively to push it open, without bothering to knock. The urgency of the situation overshadowed any semblance of politeness.Aeron found Myra in the living room and immediately began talking, his words tumbling out with urgency. "Myra, you need to listen to me. Augustine is a bad person. I don't know what he wants, but we need to be careful."Myra, caught off guard by Aeron's abrupt entrance and intense demeanor, cut him off with a sharp yell of his name. "Aeron!"He was taken aback, but the need to unveil Augustine's true nature was more press
Chapter 45As Augustine stepped out of the monitor room, a sinister grin crept across his face, giving an ominous edge to his features. He sauntered into his dimly lit bedroom and found two additional versions of himself standing motionless. A chilling glint of triumph flickered in his eyes as he raised the remote in his hand and pressed a button. Instantly, the two clones powered down, their artificial lifeforce ceasing with a soft hum. Augustine burst into a maniacal laugh, his twisted laughter echoing off the walls as he reveled in the success of his nefarious plan."I told you, didn't I?" Augustine's voice filled the desolate space, his words laden with an unearthly conviction as he grappled with the shadows of his past. "I told you, Mr. Sampson, that I would become the greatest scientist to ever live and I would outdo you in all ramifications. And I have done it. I have been able to clone myself, something you've failed to do."The words reverberated in the silence, a bitter de