CHAPTER 12- THE MEMORIES

Mark jolted awake, His injuries were fully recovered, his heart racing, and scanned his surroundings with confusion. He found himself lying on a cold, hard surface and his eyes landed on the detective slumped on the ground nearby. The detective was nursing a drink, his body wrapped in bandages. "What happened to me?" Mark croaked, his throat parched. "And what about you, Detective?"

Detective Jameson drained the last dregs of his drink as Spectre approached, holding out a plate of food. Mark watched in disbelief as Spectre handed the plate to the detective and then turned to face him. "What happened Spectre?" Mark demanded. Specter fixed him with a steely gaze. "You almost killed us, Mark. Your mind was being controlled by tiny creatures inside you. If they had fully taken over, you would have become a monster, driven only to kill. '' Mark's heart pounded in his chest. "What did you do?" he asked, his voice trembling. Spectre hesitated before responding. "I injected you with Organismx Liquid. It should weaken the creatures, but I don't know how long it will last, since it depends on your body " A confused emotion ran down Mark's spine. Was he still in danger? Would the creatures come back? He had to find a way to rid himself of them for good.

The reality of the situation sank in, Mark's mind raced with possibilities. He couldn't believe he had been under the control of tiny creatures, but he had felt the surge of power they gave him. "This organism gave me strength," he mused to himself, flexing his biceps. "I felt invincible." He couldn't help but grin as he punched the concrete wall, feeling the satisfying thud of his fist against the hard surface. But the memory of what he had done next was hazy. "What did I do?" he muttered, trying to piece together the missing moments. And then it hit him. "I could use this power to avenge my mom," he thought, the anger simmering inside him. He knew it was dangerous, but he couldn't ignore the possibility of finally getting justice for his mother's death. The thought filled him with a sense of purpose, and he vowed to find a way to control the organism and wield its power for his purposes.

Mark stood up, his heart heavy with guilt, and approached Detective Jameson, who was sitting on the ground with a bandage wrapped tightly around his body. "I'm so sorry about what happened," he said, his voice trembling. "I didn't realize what was happening to me." Jameson looked up at Mark, his eyes cold and calculating. "It's alright," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "In fact, I've been waiting for this moment for a long time."

Mark's eyes widened in surprise. "What do you mean?" he asked. Jameson's lips curled into a cruel smile. "I mean that I've been studying these Parasites for years," he said. "And I've always wondered just how strong their hold on the human mind really is.".

Mark looked at Detective Jameson with a mix of curiosity and concern. "Can you tell me what happened?"

Detective Jameson took a deep breath and began to illustrate the situation. "We were investigating the secret underground facilities in the Midlight Tower, following Spectre's lead. Suddenly, we heard a deafening explosion from outside. We rushed out to see what had happened, only to find debris scattered all around us. That's when you appeared, Mark."

Mark's eyes widened with surprise. "Me? What do you mean?"

"Well, your body had changed in a way that was almost unrecognizable. Your veins were visible, and there were parasites seemingly controlling your every move. You attacked us with a ferocity that I've never seen before, and you were too strong for us to take down."

Mark's expression grew even more troubled. "I don't remember any of that. What did you do?"

Detective Jameson let out a small sigh before continuing. "We had no choice but to use a tranquilizer to stop you. It was the only way to keep ourselves safe from your unprecedented strength."

"Yah , Like what Spectre said"

Mark leaned back on the ground, taking in the gravity of the situation.

Meanwhile, Detective Jameson chatted with Mark outside the research lab, Specter worked diligently inside, determined to unravel the mystery of the strange microorganisms. With a focused expression,

First, Specter deftly grabbed a test tube holder and extracted a sample of the parasites from cryopreservation. She deftly spread it onto an agar plate, observing it with keen interest as it grew and spread. But that was just the beginning - next, she carefully extracted a blood sample from a centrifuge machine and placed it under the microscope. The reaction was immediate, as the strange microorganisms began to writhe and twist under the lens.

Despite her best efforts, Specter's antidote - a potent liquid called Organismx - seemed to not affect the deadly parasites ,even though she added some additional ingredients to it. Minutes ticked by as she watched, helpless, as the strange parasites steadily gained ground against the powerful antidote.

As Detective Jameson headed towards the kitchen for a refill, he noticed something unusual on top of the refrigerator - a photo of a group of scientists, including Spectre. Curiosity piqued, he was about to ask Spectre about it when she emerged from the research room, removing her disposable nitrile gloves.

"Who are they? Are you also a scientist, Spectre?" Jameson asked, pointing at the picture.

Spectre's face turned grim, and her voice was devoid of any emotion as she spoke. "That's my Mother with her colleagues," she said, her gaze fixed on the photo. "But they're all dead."

Jameson couldn't help but notice the striking resemblance between Spectre and her mother. He was convinced that Spectre must have been a part of the photo too.He felt a shiver run down his spine. There was something haunting about the way Spectre spoke - as if she had seen too much tragedy in her life. He wondered what could have happened to her Mother and her team and why she seemed so unaffected by their loss.

"What happened to them?" he asked, his voice low and urgent. "Were they victims of an accident?"

Spectre answered , her face betraying no emotion. "No," she said flatly. "Someone killed them."

"According to my Step-Father

Twenty-two years ago, my mother's research team made a groundbreaking discovery: a powerful organism that could cure any disease, even cancer. But their joy was short-lived when a group of masked men stormed into the lab, demanding the formula for the miracle organism. My mother and her colleagues refused, but the armed men weren't taking no for an answer. In a hail of gunfire, they silenced the entire team, stealing the formula and turning the miraculous cure into a dangerous organism they called it Cephaloneuroplasm Microorganisms. It's still a closely guarded secret, and anyone connected to the scientists involved in its creation has been silenced. And this dangerous organism is living inside us."

Author's note: Spectre finally reveals the name and origin of the mysterious parasites. But she had to be careful -- for a long time, it was simply too dangerous to let anyone know about it.

Cephaloneuroplasm

microorganisms are a type of single-celled parasite that has unique, brain-like structures within their translucent, gelatinous body. The microbe is fast to multiply, and can quickly form colonies in nutrient-rich environments.

The brain-like regions of the organism contain specialized nerve cells that allow the microbe to process sensory information and coordinate movement. Despite their small size, Cephaloneuroplasm microorganisms are highly complex and sophisticated creatures, capable of sensing and responding to their environment

The Cephaloneuroplasm Microorganisms was a mysterious and otherworldly creature with the ability to infiltrate the human nervous system and manipulate their host like a puppet on strings. Remarkably, the organism had the power to cure diseases and heal wounds, while also granting its host immense strength and power, turning them into a formidable monster.

The microbe also has several long, thin tentacles that it uses for both locomotion and feeding. These tentacles are covered in tiny, hair-like structures called cilia that help the organism move through its environment and capture food particles

However, this newfound power came at a terrible cost. Over time, the Cephaloneuroplasm Microorganisms would slowly kill off brain cells, leading to the eventual demise of its host. Despite its life-saving abilities, the organism was ultimately a double-edged sword, bringing both immense power and a slow, agonizing death.

"Hey guys!" Mark shouted, interrupting Detective Jameson and Spectre's conversation in the kitchen. "Come check this out!"

The detective and Spectre hurried over to the massive monitor, where a disturbing scene was unfolding. On the screen, a horde of Students was being dragged out of a truck and forced to enter a nearby research lab.Mark's heart raced as he wondered what sinister experiment was being conducted inside.

"What are they gonna do to those poor Students?" he asked, a sense of dread filling his stomach.

Spectre leaned in closer to the screen. "They're gonna use them as pawns in some twisted game for the rich and powerful."

Mark groaned in pain as the memory of his mother's abduction flooded his mind. He could see the blurry faces of the men who had taken her and himself captive, and he remembered the chilling command to inject them with something that would prevent them from recovering their memories "Throw them in the lake, but let them live. Inject them so they can't recover what happened to them.". As the memory faded, Mark clutched his head, feeling disoriented and confused.

He stumbled towards the screen where the captured students were being held and tried to focus on their faces. But his head was spinning, and he couldn't concentrate. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his temple, and he collapsed to the ground, writhing in agony.

AHHH! The sound of his moans echoed through the room as he fought against the pain, trying to regain control of his mind. But the memories were overwhelming, and he felt as though he was drowning in a sea of confusion and despair.

Spectre tightly grips Mark's arm, her nails digging into his skin. She speaks in a firm, urgent tone.

"Detective, get the painkiller inside the research room. Inside the cryopreservation machine, get the color blue liquid, not the green."

Mark winces in pain, his eyes closed tightly.

Detective Jameson hesitates,

"No, I know memories are flashing in his head. Let him recover his memories. He needs to recover it, from what happened to them with his mother."

Spectre's eyes widen in frustration, and she grits her teeth in anger. She looks at Detective Jameson with a fierce glare but ultimately nods in agreement.

Mark's head veins became visible as memories flashed before him. He saw his mother trying to fight the men who had captured them and were dragging them toward the woods. He heard his mother crying out his name, "Mark!" as she kicked the person holding her. The man pushed her to the ground, and the person holding Mark let him go to his mother.

One of the men said, "Let's play a game! Haha," and everyone agreed. They started betting, and he added, "Whoever captures them first will win the prize. Ahahah."

As they let Mark and his mother run into the woods, the sound of twigs snapping and leaves rustling filled the air. Mark's heart was pounding in his chest as he ran, trying to keep up with his mother. The sound of the men's laughter echoed in the distance, making it clear that they were not far behind.

Suddenly, a loud rustling sound came from the bushes to their right, and Mark's mother felt tired. They both turned to see one of the men emerging from the foliage, a wicked grin on his face. The man lunged towards them, and Mark felt his heart skip a beat.

Mark's face contorted with pain as he gritted his teeth, feeling the sharp pain in his head intensified. He balled his fists and slammed them into the ground, cracking the pavement beneath him. The sound of the pavement cracking echoed through the room.

Detective Jameson watched in horror as Mark's Veins more visible. He had seen some crazy things in his line of work, but this was unlike anything he had ever witnessed personally before.

Just as Jameson was about to step forward to help, he noticed Spectre backing away from Mark with a look of terror on her face. She knew that the Organism was taking control of Mark's body and that she had to act quickly to stop it.

Without a word, Spectre sprinted towards the research room, her mind racing with the memory of the OrganismX liquid. As she burst into the lab, she frantically searched for the vial of liquid, the sound of glass clinking against glass filling the room.

Finally, she found it and grasped it tightly in her hand, sprinting back to where Mark was kneeling on the ground, his body writhing in agony. As Spectre returned, holding the antidote in her hand, the sound of Mark's screams filled the air.

She wasted no time in injecting the liquid into Mark's arm, and within seconds, his body stopped reacting. The sound of Mark's labored breathing echoed through the room, his body lying still on the ground. The Organism had been temporarily defeated