Not Even Close

This part of the city is the most common to find someone drunk or off their head, the place to find a mafia full of low-level thug wannabes. Most like to avoid this part of the city but not all can be controlled.

In this part of town or even close to it if you are alone or weak enough, they will grab you and take you for some of the most sickening things, even though slave trades have been banned for years there are still some mafias that do slave trades.

Of course, this can be avoided if you are strong enough to take down couple of thugs, that's the main reason why me and Satsujin have been sent, brawn and brains in the both of us, but one of us is just simply better than the other, at most things.

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Walking to one of the fancy buildings with glass walls on the outside and black and white furniture on the inside, a music company but also a middle level mafia headquarters, making it to the front desk, Satsujin distracts the front desk person I place a little black dot on the front desk computer, we then move over to the waiting area when Satsujin pulls out his laptop to do some 'work'.

Watching Satsujin work on his laptop hacking his way through their security and into the main server.

Aimi: "now..."

With that word said Satsujin pressed a key and the power of the whole building shut down but before the backup generator kicked in after a few seconds I had disappeared from next to Satsujin into the building further.

Walking around the dimly lit building making my way through corridors and hallways, into rooms killing anyone who tried to stop me.

walking up to the security office and bang the door down as I slit the throats of both the security people in there, pushing one off the chair I sit down and start to type scanning over the latest missions of the mafia documents and then push in a USB in the USB plug, as the data of the mafia download onto the USB I stand up and throw a ninja star at the charging security person who was now slowing down as the ninja star hit their shoulder and I walk over to them as I get out my knife.

???: "please have mercy"

Aimi: "mercy if for those who are weak!"

In one swift motion pf my knife and the limp body fell to the floor. Making my way back to the computer I take the USB that had the finished download on it, and I left the security room walking down the hallway again.

As I stroll down the hallway freely killing a few along the way I then turn into a room and close the door as some police officers run by, once they had gone, I slipped out of the room and continued my way down the hallway.

Coming to a staircase I stop and instead of going up I go down the stairs to a closed off door.

Breaking down the door with a kick I stroll in looking around, my surroundings looked like they were part of an underground organization.

stopping in front of what seemed to be a cell and peering into it I see a corpse. Stepping into the cage with the corpse I stare at its figure seeing unnatural hair and strange features on the corpse.

As I gawk at the features on the corpse more, I see horns and spikes on the body.

Aimi: "what kind of sick project was going on here?"

With that I bend down and take a sample of DNA off the corpse placing its bit of hair in a bag that I had pulled out of my pocket and looked around the rest of the cells but as I walk up close to another cell there was a noise from on the inside.

The unidentified noise that was coming from inside the cell got louder the closer I got to the bars, this cell seemed to still be locked so there was definitely something alive in there.

About one meter from the cell bars a loud growl came from inside so i stop moving and get out my flashlight as I turn it on showing another living thing in the cell.

These creatures in the cell looked half human but with modifications done to them, but it looked so messed up, different features coming off their body, and they seem to not be able to speak human language.

Judging by how many cells are in this bottom floor I'll say this is a failed experiment.

Aimi: "but these things aren't dead yet... so, someone or something is still continuing this experiment."

Following the cells as more appear one after the other till it comes to a clearing with a small light on a desk, creeping towards the desk I notice a lot of paperwork and test tubes on the small wooden four-legged desk.

Scanning my eyes over the any papers spread over the small desk I recognise a familiar sentence that was said not long ago.

'To make the perfect human, with some supernatural abilities.'

Growing up in my household I heard that sentence a lot, my mother would always say it to others or to myself.

Being locked in a basement as a room to just be for a parent's selfish reasons is not at all what a 'perfect human would be' but the thing is they never completed the sentence while I was around, but I had my ways to know things.

Those people that gave me a roof over my head and fed me food rarely never completed the sentence while I was around because they think I couldn't handle it, or they liked to toy with me.

'To make the perfect slave for a mafia that beholds the most powerful supernatural power that will ever be made'

Thats right my so called 'parents' made the first original supernatural being, but unfortunately it wasn't me, if anything it was my father, the first original supernatural being in the world to hold the most powerful personality ability.