C 20. World Situation

"Yes!"

"Well, since you seem to be open, I will tell you more. And if you cooperate well with us, there are gifts we may give you."

"What kind of gifts?" I move closer to him. Now we are walking side by side.

"I can't say. I know you want to go home. But trust me, it's chaotic out there in the world. Probably you will not believe me since we confine you here. Just in case…"

He stopped and looked me in the eye, "One of our competitors has created a powerful device using someone's ability.

The device as we speak can scan a location.

And America, the whole United States of America was scanned in three days. And any ability user in the country was pinpointed."

"That's impossible…" I blurted out.

"Yeah, they did it without the approval of the country's lawmakers. As we speak, countless superhumans are disappearing. Through our sources, we learn the truth, and we sell the knowledge to those who need it. Now the USA is in turmoil.

Not only them, but any country is also in deep shit. Hahaha! Well, it doesn't matter, we no longer hunt. You people are more than enough for us."

If he is telling the truth, then escaping this place is not an option. I don't know how far the other organizations go in their experiments. So, jumping to them is like escaping from hot water to boiling lava.

"So what are the gifts?"

"Give you a device that will conceal you as a superhuman and also guide you even after you leave this facility. And the best thing is we will be your backer in the outside world."

We reached another door, after taking so many corners we passed different Doctors, Scientists and Subjects wandering around.

He continued saying after we entered the door lift that went down. "Your eyes are special, and their uniqueness is what we are interested in. Some of us believe the eyes are only complementary to your main ability.

As your father was so good at hiding what you can actually do, and he sealed your mouth so that we would not know. But we were able to hypothesize what your other ability is. And the eyes are the key." Since we are in a lifter, he was looking at me directly.

"You can see and speak to spirits and more, you can temporarily be in their dimension which allows you to travel from one place to another!!!"

My heart stirred and I felt a bit numb.

"When you are a child, this entity 'Spirit' that we don't believe existed before caught you gazing at him. His gaze made you travel to its dimension in a split second but upon return, you were back in your mother's womb.

Your nightmares are always about seeing or meeting the unknown dimension where the spirits reside.

And for that, your sense of sight was sealed up by your brain in your dreams, to reduce trauma. So, you will not see things that are incomprehensible to the human brain."

He takes a deep breath, "Until your brain is developed enough to contain what your eyes see, you will continue to have that dream you call nightmares.

It was said the Red Covenant wants to have your eyes to communicate with their sources of Supernatural Powers."

He tapped me on the shoulder with great excitement and fear. "My friend Balarabe, Science is not the only fast developing, Supernatural is faster, and their growth is terrifying to the extent they are openly doing it.

Before we revoked witchcraft's existence because it doesn't follow any law of the physical observable Universe, and thus we can't identify it nor were we able to find it.

But now, with all the crazy shit happening, coupled with them coming out and joining the hunt for Superhumans we were able to find and confirm another side of the same coin…..

Hooo! Soon enough, war between us may occur!"

We reached our destination. The lift opened and we walked out. Four scientists all looked at us.

"Good you are here," they said.

A woman among them walked up to me and politely asked me to remove my shirt. I did as she asked.

The room is as large as the cafeteria. But I was here so many times to believe that it was empty.

High-tech can appear and disappear at a moment's notice. If I look carefully on the floor I can see some designs at different locations. Above every design, a special machine can come out.

"Please come!" She asked again. We walked a certain distance almost to the centre.

A glass-like machine comes out from the floor, its design depicts a tube-like container.

The tube is 4 m in diameter, 7 m in height. And it has three layers from where I stood.

The first layer is filled with liquid.

This thing is not new to me. It is the place that collects our blood from time to time. I have been here numerous times to have my blood collected.

My attendant, Peter, said, their work is mainly to find any kind of abnormality or changes that my blood may undergo.

And now that one of my eyes is black while the other is fine, it is understandable that they will need to check the blood if there are any changes.

On my initiative, I raised my hand and passed it through a small opening in the tube container.

My hand passed through a liquid that serves as super cleansing, even to the point that there are no more microbes on it, they said.

I pushed the hand to pass to the second layer. Which is empty and has no gravity.

The first layer is about a quarter of an arm. And by now my right arm was completely inside. In the second layer, a needle flew and punched my inner elbow where veins are.

My blood flowed out of the needle wound. It becomes a stream, floating towards the centre of the second section.

And it turns to a ball of blood, increasing the more blood is driven out from me. The ball of blood ripples from time to time as it enlarges.