Fentanyl E001: The Mysterious Experiment(Book 1)
Chapter 22: A Journey to Redemption

I blinked open my eyes and found myself in the woods near Greenhills, a familiar location. Confusion washed over me as I tried to figure out why I was here and what had happened.

"Die!" A chilling voice echoed through the woods, sending shivers down my spine. The voice seemed distant, and I couldn't discern whether it was a dream or a vision.

Curiosity compelled me to investigate the source of the voice. I walked cautiously, following the sound until I reached the gate of Greenhills. There, I saw a girl dressed in a hospital gown, clutching a knife in her blood-stained hands. Beside her lay a dying dog, severely injured.

"You must perish, monster!" The girl screamed once more, her voice filled with anger and pain.

Confused and concerned, I tried to make sense of the situation. Was she referring to me as the monster? Why was she holding a knife? I couldn't fathom what had led to this intense moment of confrontation.

As I woke up in the hospital bed, I quickly realized that the encounter in the woods must have been some sort of hallucination or vision. There was no one in the laboratory room, and I swiftly removed all the tubes and devices attached to my body.

Without wasting a moment, I left the hospital room and found myself in a peaceful hallway. I knew I had to act fast to save her. I couldn't let anything or anyone stop me. I was certain that she was also a participant in the Fentanyl Experiment, and I had an overwhelming urge to rescue her.

Determined, I hurried outside, not caring about the curious glances from people as I ran. It didn't matter that I was dressed simply in a basic dress and my bare feet were exposed. All that mattered was reaching the location of Greenhills as quickly as possible.

This wasn't a dream; it was real, and I was driven by an unyielding desire to save her. I pushed forward, running with all my strength, hoping that I wouldn't be too late.

I stood at the exact location where I had been in the dream. The scene played out just as it did in the vision. The young lady was there, holding a knife, and her hands were stained with blood, just as I had seen earlier.

As she raised the knife to harm the dog, I didn't hesitate to intervene, running towards her. In my attempt to stop her, she inadvertently stabbed my hand. But thanks to the successful Fentanyl Experiment, there were no serious injuries, and I could endure the pain.

"Nosy!" She yelled at me, clearly angered by my interference. She noticed the blood from my hand but seemed puzzled that there were no other wounds. I could tell that she was struggling with internal demons, fighting against the monsters in her mind.

"Can you tell me who you are?" She asked, her voice tense. I looked into her eyes, understanding the torment she must be going through. The Fentanyl Experiment had taken its toll on her, and her emotions seemed to overpower her rationality.

As I took a step backward, I realized that I could somehow read her thoughts. I knew she intended to attack me with the knife once more. Judging by her appearance, it was clear that she had escaped from the hospital. Her disheveled hair, lack of shoes, dirty toes, and torn hospital gown painted a picture of her chaotic state.

Despite her serious demeanor, I remained calm, waiting for her next move. I felt an inexplicable confidence that I could help her, that I could cure her from whatever was tormenting her.

She positioned herself, and I could see that she was a well-trained woman with sharp reflexes. I braced myself for her attack, ready to implement the strategy I had in mind. Whatever was happening to her, I knew that I had to try and reach her, to show her that I was there to help and not to harm.

As she lunged towards me with the knife, I knew that this was my chance to make a difference, to save her from the darkness consuming her mind. I focused on remaining composed and replaceing a way to break through to her, praying that my instincts were right and that I could bring her back to the person she once was.

"You'll regret interrupting!" She screamed angrily.

Her words didn't make much sense to me, and I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and smirk in response to her annoyance. It seemed that she was not going to spare any time in attacking me. She launched an unrelenting assault, attempting to punch me. I stepped back to avoid her strikes, but she didn't stop. She kept hitting me, but I didn't flinch, surprising her.

"Who are you?" She demanded to know, but I remained in my posture, not responding to her question.

Her agitation grew, and she leaped closer to me. She was powerful and quick, but my newfound strength had changed the dynamics. I could sense things more acutely, even the smallest details. I wasn't sure if there was something different with my eyes, but it was certainly advantageous. Now, I feel stronger and more capable. Those who couldn't participate in the experiment might be powerful in their own ways, but they were no match for me.

As she continued to attack, I remained calm and focused. I knew that somehow I needed to break through to her, to show her that I wasn't her enemy. I tried to replace an opening, waiting for the right moment to try and reach her and bring her back to a calmer state.

As she punched me in the gut, I was momentarily startled, but there was no discomfort. I couldn't help but smirk devilishly, realizing that she wasn't accustomed to fighting, but she knew how to handle herself.

Feeling a stab in my arm, I decided to play along, magnifying the situation. I knew I couldn't be harmed or injured, but I didn't want her to feel mistreated or underestimated. I was aware that the experiment had changed something inside me, and while there was no visible wound on the outside, I couldn't be sure of the effects on the inside.

She didn't spend any time in removing the knife that had become lodged in my arm. I've been reading her thoughts and have figured out what she'll do next. I noticed the kick coming closer to my face. When it was only a meter away, I merely held it with one hand. Because of that, I was mentally smirking. Now it's my turn.

When she fell to the ground, I heard her sobbing indicate that she was hurt, and I flung her away. I sighed and stepped forward. I dragged her back to the point where she couldn't stand. She was battling and attempting to flee. I am more powerful than she is. I'm not going to hurt her in any way. So that I may do what I want, I need her to be unconscious. Trying isn't a bad thing.

I drew the knife into my arm, where I could feel the flow of blood. I immediately flung the knife at her. It was stabbed in the back around her heart. Her heartbeat has slowed for me. This is my signal to take a step back. Because of the wound, I know she can't fight any longer. I was well aware that it was profound, yet I chose to disregard it. I instantly spun her around to face me.

I glanced at her face before removing her garments. I didn't hesitate to pull out the knife when her chest was exposed to me, forcing her to gasp and breathe. Someone had me under her grip, and I just let it go because I didn't know what to do next.

When I cut her chest to her heart, I was trembling. I simply sliced it thinly enough to accomplish my goal. When it was all finished, I slashed my palms and let the blood run to her bleeding chest. I came to a halt when I realized I'd had enough.

I leapt to my feet and straightened myself. I waited for her body to react, and I noticed that her wound was slowly mending due to my blood. That is not the case with my blood. There's something in it, and I know I won't be able to get rid of it on my own. That's one of my blood's flaws.

As I carried the young lady to our hideaway, I couldn't shake the feeling of responsibility for her well-being. I didn't know her name or her story, but I couldn't abandon her in her vulnerable state. There might be someone among our group who could help her, or at the very least, provide her with some care and comfort.

I covered her body with her clothes, trying to maintain her dignity, and started making my way back to the hideaway. I knew I couldn't be seen in this state, as it might arouse suspicion. Instead, I decided to head to Green University in Ottawa, where I could discreetly replace my way back to our hiding area through my heightened senses.

I was aware that my absence might be causing concern among the others, especially Shawn. I needed to make my way back and bring the young lady to safety as soon as possible. Hopefully, with the support and resources available at our hideaway, we could figure out how to help her and understand what had led her to such a troubled state.

And I'm absolutely correct. There was a road, and the woman I was carrying didn't make me feel heavy. I can see she isn't very young. I'm not sure what happened to her, but I'm sure she'll end up in the hospital. Is there a family for this woman? But I have my doubts. No one can accept a person who becomes a monster. But I'm still fortunate that many people have welcomed me, including Daddy Truce.

I spotted Nathalie when I found the forest where we were hiding. When she saw me, her eyes widened.

"Nisha!" She dashed over to me right away. "What have you been up to?" When she was in front of me, she inquired. "Who-

When she noticed the woman, she came to a halt. Is there an issue?

"Tita Asuncion? Oh My God!" I immediately recognized this girl when I heard her name herself Tita Asuncion. Shawn's mum, to be precise. The person they're talking about has turned into a monster and is now in a mental institution.