CHAPTER 22:HOW A MONSTER WAS BORN, PART 2

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The body on the ground began to twitch, its limbs jerking unnaturally as if pulled by invisible strings. A dark aura seemed to emanate from it, filling the room with an oppressive energy.

The people in the room gasped in horror and disbelief as the body on the ground began to move. Some stumbled backward, their eyes wide with fear, while others froze in shock, unable to comprehend what they were witnessing. The air seemed to thicken with tension as the dark aura grew stronger, suffusing the room with an ominous presence.

The boy's body began to convulse violently, his limbs thrashing about as if possessed by some unseen force.

The dark aura surrounding him seemed to pulse with malevolent energy, filling the room with an oppressive sense of dread.

The people in the room watched in horror as the boy's eyes rolled back into his head, leaving only the whites visible.

His mouth opened in a silent scream, and a guttural, otherworldly sound emanated from his throat.

The man in the suit, who had been holding the gun to the boy's head, stumbled backward in shock.

His companions, equally stunned, looked on in disbelief as the boy's body contorted and twisted in unnatural ways.

The boy stood before them, his eyes ablaze with a dark, ominous aura. With a single, swift step, he vanished from his position, reappearing behind them with a flick of his hand.

The air crackled with an eerie energy as he moved, and the men before him felt a chill run down their spines.Suddenly, there was a loud bang! as the boy's hand moved through the air, and the men's heads fell to the ground, blood gushing from their necks.

The sound of their bodies hitting the ground was a sickening thud, and the air was filled with the metallic scent of blood.

The boy's body, too, fell to the ground, lifeless. The dark aura that had surrounded him slowly dissipated, leaving only a sense of dread in its wake.

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In the boundless expanse of darkness, a solitary figure drifts, its form translucent and ethereal.

The figure, a boy, appears as if a mirage, his features indistinct yet his presence undeniable.

He hovers, suspended in the void, a solitary beacon in the sea of emptiness. The darkness stretches endlessly in all directions, a vast and impenetrable abyss. There is no sound, no light, no sensation, only the boy, a solitary point of existence in the void.

He seems to emanate a faint glow, a soft luminescence that barely illuminates the space around him. It is as if he is the only source of light in this desolate realm.

They gaze out into the darkness, as if searching for something, or perhaps waiting. What is he waiting for? What does he seek in this endless void? The answers are lost in the darkness, as inscrutable as the boy himself.

POV OF KRISH

"Where am I?" I mumbled, my voice barely audible in the oppressive silence. "Am I dead?"

I am floating in a void of darkness, a vast expanse of nothingness that stretched out in all directions.

There is no up or down, no left or right, only an endless sea of blackness that seemed to swallow me whole.

I tried to move, to reach out and touch something, anything, but my limbs felt heavy and unresponsive. Panic surged through me as I realized that I was trapped in this dark void, with no way out.

As time passed, my fear grew. I continued to float aimlessly, unable to find anything in the void. Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. I lost track of time, lost track of myself. I was consumed by the darkness, swallowed whole by the emptiness that surrounded me.

After what felt like an eternity, it seemed like I was here for years.

I AM sorry, FATHER. I couldn't able to take care of MOTHER. I am a pathetic son.

My mental health was also affected by how much time I spent in this space.

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After what felt like an eternity, it seemed like I was here for decades.

Then, suddenly, a light appeared in my view. It was a small, distant speck at first, but it grew larger and brighter as it approached.

It was as if a sucking force was pulling me towards it, and I felt myself being drawn in.After some time, I could feel my body parts again, after a very long time.

When I opened my eyes, I was in a room. It felt like a familiar room, yet at the same time, it felt unfamiliar.

I looked around, trying to make sense of my surroundings.

Then, suddenly, my head started hurting like crazy.

It was a sharp, stabbing pain that seemed to radiate from my temples.

I clutched my head in my hands, trying to make the pain stop, but it only seemed to get worse.

As the pain gradually subsided, I heard a knock on the door. The familiar yet unfamiliar feeling took hold of me once again. I hesitated for a moment before calling out, "Who is it?"

A soft voice replied, "It's me, young master. I am your maid, Lyra."

I recognized the voice, but it felt distant, as if I hadn't heard it in a long time. I struggled to remember who Lyra was, but my head was still throbbing with pain.

I slowly got up from the bed and made my way to the door. As I opened it, I saw a young woman standing there, her face filled with concern.

"Are you alright, young master?" she asked, her voice filled with worry.

I nodded, trying to reassure her. "I'm fine, Lyra. Just a headache."

She nodded, but her eyes still held a worried expression. "You've been asleep for a long time, young master. I was starting to get worried."

I frowned, trying to remember what had happened. "How long was I asleep?"

"Only a week, young master," she replied softly.

I felt a wave of confusion and disbelief wash over me. A week? How was that possible?

But before I could ask any more questions, Lyra gently took my arm and led me back into the room. "You should rest, young master. You've been through a lot."

I nodded, feeling exhausted. As I lay back down on the bed, I couldn't help but wonder what had happened to me during that lost week. But for now, all I could do was rest and try to make sense of it all.

"Hey Lyra," I said, my voice filled with confusion. "What is my name?"

She replied with a worried voice, "Young master, do you not remember your name?"

I shook my head, feeling helpless. "No, when I woke up, I couldn't remember anything due to the severe headache."

After a moment of silence, she said, ", young master. Your name is Krish Ariston Cromwell."

To be continued