34 Devils

Of course, I heard Zorack's furious screams, but he still ran away. My mind refused to think or associate images with the man I knew and who was never this affectionate. And it hurt. The way he looked at Klaus ...

Klaus! Klaus was my ghost. At that moment, my memories finally returned with the force of a whip. That ship ...

I forced a passage between the people who looked at me curiously and also ignoring the voice of Scarlet who called me.

I had freaked out after all! And who wouldn't? The damn abductions ... Oh, my God! Every time the blinding lights came on and my falsely perfect world plummeted ... I remembered everything now.

I remembered perfectly the creatures that surrounded me. The deformed and emotionless features ... The experiences ... They were looking for a chance in a thousand to create a new, stronger, more threatening and resistant species. I was the result of those tests. The scream of anger and helplessness stuck in my throat as my insides twisted.

That man who had come between Zorack and me ... Klaus ... How well I knew him. More than I would like. My initial dislike was not just jealousy.

Klaus was another human abducted by aliens. The difference was that even though he was a prisoner, he had taken advantage of all the opportunities offered to him.

I remember that ship and the clone that had my features perfectly. It was always Klaus who appeared in the midst of the lights that blinded me and took me to hell.

The cold, scary table where I was tied. The needles and tubes ... They cut me in spite of all my protests in scientific studies and tests. There was no use resisting ...

A chip had been implanted in my body. That should serve to streamline the hybridization process. The alien genome was not yet dominant in my organism.

He knew and could feel it was changing slowly. And that was terribly scary.

I knew who the creatures that now threatened and dominated us were and what they sought. Greater adaptability. I kept running, refusing to allow tears to run down my face.

It hadn't just been a goddamn implant that had been placed on my arm. There was more, something that was growing in my body. A parasitic hell.

Was I going to become like them after all? The bloodlust never overcame me as intensely as it does now. I could hear the hearts that bombarded several liters of blood on creatures that might have looked like me. Thirst was compulsory.

I was not a human. It wasn't even an Edriana. It was a long process of studies to create, by mixing genomes of different species, someone more lethal and dangerous.

I immediately felt the fangs that appeared on my lips and that curved in a bitter smile as I easily overtook K'Aldriants. My strength was renewed. Confederate scientists had for some time still tried to neutralize hybridization. It had brought many complications. Only now I could feel my body recovering with incredible clarity.

I snarled, displaying my fangs in attack form and nothing else mattered as I raised my arms to assimilate claws from my fingers. I was the predator and I hunted. I screamed inside when my flesh seemed to burn with all the conviction that it was my end. There was no other escape.

At least my death would not be in vain. Destroying Ravenack was all that mattered. It meant the freedom and life of those people that I now knew faces and families.

I love you, Zorack!

My mind was no longer connected to him. I could easily erect barriers to protect myself. I think I still caught his mental scream that echoed in my head leaving my senses stunned for just a moment and then I moved forward in front of my enemy.