Mmf 소설 & 이야기

It’s the only unorganized thing in the room, tossed carelessly near the edge as if he had thrown it down in a hurry. My fingers tremble as I reach for it. Part of me is terrified of what I’ll find, graphic, bloody mafia images of bodies left in alleys. I brace myself, unthreading the string tie, and slide the stack of glossy papers into the light. My breath hitches. “Michelle,” I gasp, my vision blurring in shock.

Red filled the tube attached to the needle in a few minutes or maybe hours, I couldn't tell which was which, as I saw myself drifting in and out of consciousness. Then, another tube filled up, followed by another. My head started spinning. How much blood could a person lose before... "Careful," one masked man said suddenly. "We need him alive." "The Queen wants more," another replied. "His blood is special." "The Moonfire Gene," the first one said. "Who would have thought it would be in an omega?" Moonfire Gene? What were they talking about? "Such power," the second man continued, watching my blood fill another bag. "Infinite power, if the stories are true."