Novel & Cerita Eveline Re7

The air was thick with a nauseating scent. As I approached the bed, my whole body began to shake uncontrollably. Eve lay there, naked and motionless, like a shattered doll. Her face was ghostly pale and damp with sweat, while her hair was a tangled mess, with strands sticking to her cheeks. Her body was covered in bruises, with red scratches crisscrossing her skin. Eve’s lower half was in an even worse state. A beer bottle, its neck stained black, was roughly lodged there. The surrounding skin was swollen and raw, the dried blood dark and crusted.

Core. Inside were six suspended tanks. Five were shattered. The sixth still glowed. Inside floated a girl who looked just like Evryn—except her hair was silver, and her eyes glowed violet. The nameplate read: E.V.E.R. SUBJECT 01 – ELAIA. Suddenly, Vale’s voice boomed through the speakers. “Now you understand. You were the prototype, Evryn. But Elaia is the final form.” The tank hissed. Elaia’s eyes opened.

Was this my reckoning? *****

My eyes, now laser-focused, followed each spreadsheet and document Rylee is opening one by one, it’s backtracking where Magnus Constructions began until we reached Evan’s first client. I know his success story by heart, and what Rylee clicked on next made my heart sink so far under the ground, I’m finding it hard to breathe. “W-what…” my hand shot up to my lips, pinching, preventing it from trembling. I stood up from my chair, needing space to wrap my mind around this, to breathe. “T-This has to be a trick.” “It looks genuine to me, Miss Reed,” Rylee said in a small voice barely above the loud roaring in my chest.

“Come on, you’re stalling. Pull it up.” Nodding, I double-clicked the first photo and looked at it. Evelyn was standing on her tiptoes against the railing, her arms in the air. The wind was blowing her hair as her eyes were closed and back slightly arched. She was in a beautiful red dress that clung to every curve of her body. It was the evening and the bright lights of Vegas cast a glow around her. I slouched against the couch.