Fentanyl E001: The Mysterious Experiment(Book 1)
Chapter 28: Price of Justice

In the face of the shocking revelation that Daddy Truce, a member of the Red-In-A01 group, was the mastermind behind it all, I found myself at a loss for words. The truth seemed almost too surreal to comprehend, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions, including surprise and confusion. Amidst the gravity of the situation, a part of me even wanted to laugh at the sheer incredibility of the circumstances.

Had we been unknowingly facing the very person pulling the strings of this dangerous organization all along? It seemed that way, considering Daddy Truce's involvement and Mr. Shon's apparent surprise at the revelation. I couldn't help but wonder what his true plan was, and why he had orchestrated all of this.

"Did you just learn about it?" Mr. Shon grinned at my reaction, trying to gauge my emotions. I remained composed, locking my gaze on him, refusing to reveal the turmoil of thoughts within me.

His question was met with silence, as I kept my cards close to my chest. I needed to stay vigilant and cautious in this situation, unsure of whom I could trust fully. The game had reached a critical point, and every move I made now could determine the fate of not just myself, but also those I cared about.

As Mr. Shon's true predicament became apparent, I couldn't help but feel a hint of dark satisfaction. He knew his time was limited, and the weight of his age bore heavily on his movements. The worker, who I assumed to be his subordinate, continued working tirelessly, contrasting sharply with Mr. Shon's evident frailty. The irony of the situation amused me, and I stifled a quiet laugh, observing how even Daddy Truce and his associates were affected by my reaction.

"Can you tell me what's humorous about that?" he questioned, as his expression betraying some uneasiness.

I smirked, recognizing that my response was getting under his skin. It was what he wanted - for me to feel trapped and powerless. But I wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

"Because I was thinking about how I buried you!" I screamed, channeling my anger into action, charging at Mr. Shon.

With a swift strike to his face, I forced him to take a step back. I knew it wouldn't be enough to defeat him, but I was prepared to do whatever it took to stand up against his tyranny. As he clenched his fist, preparing to retaliate, I didn't hold back in expressing my contempt.

"You're the devil! You and your father are identical; both of you are worthless!"

I lashed out, my emotions fueling my determination to bring him down. He attempted to counter with a kick, but I managed to evade it, remaining vigilant and ready for whatever came next. The fight had escalated, and the intensity in the room was palpable as I faced the cruel mastermind behind this chaotic situation.

As the men dressed in black arrived on the scene, their presence caught me off guard. They were young and aggressive, attacking us all at once. Two of them closed in on me from either side, but I swiftly leaped and performed a split kick, connecting my foot solidly with their faces. They were unable to react in time, taking the full force of the strike.

Despite stubbing my toes in the process, I drew my katana, knowing I had to deal with the immediate threat before addressing Mr. Shon.

Turning to face my colleagues, I could see that Daddy Truce was already locked in battle with five of the black-clad men, and Shawn was facing another group of five opponents.

"Nisha! Right behind you!" Shawn's warning echoed, urging me to stay vigilant.

Taking a deep breath, I tightened my grip on my katana, readying myself for the incoming attack. I could sense his movements, and I heard his footsteps approaching from behind. He brandished a gun, but I remained calm and focused, positioning myself to defend against his assault.

As he closed in, I swiftly turned around, bringing my katana up to deflect the incoming gunfire, the blade meeting the bullets with precision. The sharp clang of metal against metal filled the air as I deflected the shots, maintaining my composure and preparing to engage in close combat if necessary. The fight had intensified, and my resolve remained unwavering as I faced the relentless foes in front of me.

With determination and skill, I engaged in a fierce battle with the man wielding a katana. Our swords clashed with a resounding sound, and I could hear him taking deep breaths, equally determined to defeat me. But I was relentless, not allowing him to take advantage of my strength.

Smirking with confidence, I knew I had the upper hand in this confrontation. However, my focus was interrupted when I sensed another one of Mr. Shon's men approaching from behind. Reacting quickly, I pushed my current opponent away to create some distance, but he was relentless in his pursuit.

In a split-second decision, I swiftly ducked, just as he aimed to decapitate me. The attack that should have taken my life found its mark on the new attacker who had joined the fray. His lifeless body collapsed beside me, a testament to my swift reflexes and deadly precision.

With a sense of triumph, I grinned from ear to ear as I drove my sword into my original opponent's stomach, ending his threat. As he fell, lifeless, I retrieved my sword, prepared to face whatever challenges still lay ahead. The adrenaline surged through my veins, fueling my resolve as I continued to fight for my survival and the safety of those I cared about. The battle raged on, and I knew that victory was within reach if I remained focused and determined.

Amidst the chaos of the ongoing battle, my attention was drawn to Shawn, who was in anguish, crying out in pain. I quickly turned to him and was shocked to see that he had been stabbed in the shoulder. Without a second thought, I lunged at the man responsible for Shawn's injury, slashing my sword with deadly precision, severing his body from his head. But my victory was short-lived, as I realized Shawn was in significant pain and needed immediate help.

"Nisha! Mr. Shon has gotten away!" Daddy Truce exclaimed, revealing that our primary target had managed to escape amidst the commotion.

Frustration surged through me, but I didn't let it deter me from the task at hand. Digging into my wallet, I retrieved a syringe, remembering its purpose. This particular hypodermic needle had the ability to drain a person's blood, and I knew I had no other option but to use it. With a sigh, I made a quick decision, my mind set on capturing Mr. Shon.

As he was about to flee through the door, I hurled the needle at him with all my strength. It struck its mark, causing him to halt in his tracks and lose consciousness. Capitalizing on the opportunity, I stomped on the bottom of his foot, preventing him from escaping further.

Seeing Shawn in distress, unable to move and losing strength, I rushed to his side, concern etched across my face. He had a handkerchief pressed against his wound, but it was evident that he needed urgent medical attention.

As I sensed Mr. Shon's men returning, I felt a surge of anxiety. Mr. Shon himself was still incapacitated due to the effects of the hypodermic needle I had used, but his thirty men were approaching, ready to launch another attack. Both Shawn and Daddy Truce were struggling to continue the fight, and the odds were increasingly stacked against us.

Amidst the tense situation, Mr. Shione and Daddy's staff arrived, and the adversaries prepared to attack once more. However, Mr. Shione's voice cut through the turmoil, angrily commanding his men to leave us be and focus on restraining his father, Mr. Shon.

"Leave them in our care! Tie up my father!" he yelled, taking charge of the situation.

As I obeyed Mr. Shione's command and left Shawn behind, my heart ached with worry for my injured boyfriend. I couldn't bear to see him in such a vulnerable state, but the circumstances forced me to focus on the immediate situation at hand.

As I tugged Mr. Shon, he resembled a statue, unable to move but still capable of speaking. The old man's pleas for help tugged at my emotions, but I remained resolute, knowing that Mr. Shon was responsible for so much suffering and pain.

His desperate muttering, asking for Shawn's assistance, only fueled my anger and desire for justice. Shawn's response, voicing his disdain for Mr. Shon, mirrored my sentiments.

If it were up to me, I would have ended Mr. Shon's life right then and there, without hesitation, for all the harm he had caused us and countless others. The desire for merciless revenge consumed me, and my heart felt no sympathy despite the tears in his eyes.

In that moment, I realized that my feelings of mercy and compassion had been overshadowed by the need to make him pay for his actions. My desire for justice, though driven by anger, was overpowering any inclination to show mercy. I knew that to bring an end to this darkness, I had to remain resolute in my purpose, even if it meant making difficult decisions that went against my own principles.

As we stood there, emotions running high, the final chapter of this deadly conflict loomed ahead, and I was determined to see it through, no matter how challenging the path may be.

With Mr. Shon securely restrained, I waited for Mr. Shione to make a decision about his father. It was evident that Mr. Shione had suffered greatly due to his father's actions, as he spent his life spreading evil and causing harm.

As I turned to face the remaining fighters, it was clear that they, too, were exhausted and short of breath. Despite the intense battle, Shawn's concern for their well-being reminded me of the importance of compassion even in the midst of conflict.

"H-help them..." Shawn insisted, urging me to consider the well-being of our opponents.

Without hesitation, I leaped to my feet, katana in hand, ready to fight alongside others. While some of Daddy Truce's men had collapsed, it was apparent that Mr. Shon's fighters were not giving up easily. I assessed their numbers and the situation, making quick decisions based on their movements and weaknesses.

In a whirlwind of action, I ran and attacked with precision, making every moment count. I focused on my opponents, never missing a beat, and when someone came to a halt in front of me, I immediately seized the opportunity, grabbing his neck and delivering a decisive blow. The others rushed to retaliate, but I remained relentless and agile, using my skills to gain an advantage and protect those around me.

Amidst the chaos of the battle, I didn't forget the importance of showing mercy and consideration for the lives of others. While we fought with determination, I was still aware of the human toll of this conflict and the impact it had on both sides. My actions were guided not only by my desire for justice but also by the understanding that compassion and empathy were essential qualities to uphold even in times of war.

There are five more opponents to face, but I leaped to my feet with renewed determination, tightly gripping my blade. With a fierce scream, I lunged at the man on my right side, driving my sword into his chest before landing safely on the ground. I swiftly disarmed myself, delivering powerful kicks and smacks to the two opponents on either side of me. Before taking up the last weapon - the chains - I turned around to face the others.

Coilling the chains around their necks, I connected them together, ensuring they couldn't intervene or escape. They watched the battle unfold, seething with anger, but unable to do anything to stop me.

Despite the lives they had taken, it was not enough to undo the damage they had caused. In the midst of this war, I knew that the only way to prevent further bloodshed was to put an end to them before they could harm anyone else.

The other opponents, shackled with chains around their necks

"Give me my sword," As I coldly ordered one of Daddy's men to hand over my sword, he quickly complied, presenting it to me with a man standing beside him.

"Do you have any idea what the worst ache I've ever experienced is?" I inquired icily, my voice cutting through the silence that enveloped the room. The only sounds were the echo of my words and the clinking of the chains that bound the others.

There was no response from them, only a tense silence that spoke volumes. It was I who provided the answer to my own question, knowing all too well what it felt like to watch the enemy take the lives of those dearest to me.

"You don't have an option but to watch the enemy murder the individuals who mean the most to you," I stated, the weight of my words conveying the pain and anger that fueled my determination to bring an end to this relentless battle.

The room remained still, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily on us all. With my sword in hand and my resolve unwavering, I was prepared to fight for what mattered most - the safety of those I cared about and the pursuit of justice for the lives that had been taken. The battle was far from over, but I knew that as long as I had the strength to stand and the will to fight, I would continue to press forward, facing whatever challenges lay ahead with determination and resilience.

Third Person"s Point of View

"You don't have an option but to watch the enemy murder the individuals who mean the most to you," Nisha said cruelly.

In the aftermath of the intense battle, the four opponents were left defeated and bound by chains, with no means of escape. Nisha's emotions were a tumultuous mix of rage and grief, and she made it clear that they had no right to be alive after the pain they had caused.

"You don't have the right to be here. You have no right to be alive! Every single one of you!" Nisha's voice echoed with fury as she pronounced their fate. With a final cry of determination, she swiftly beheaded the four opponents, their heads rolling to the floor.

The others in the room, witnessing Nisha's prowess and her unfaltering resolve, couldn't help but be in awe of her skills. They were well-trained, but Nisha's level of ruthlessness and determination surpassed them all.

Amidst the aftermath of the battle, Daddy Truce spoke with remorse, apologizing for the tragic turn of events. Nisha shifted her gaze to her father, Daddy Truce, standing near Kimeniah's feet. The shocking sight before her left her astounded and heartbroken.

As Kimeniah, Truce's daughter, lay dying from her wounds, Nisha sobbed and knelt beside her, feeling the weight of loss and regret. She whispered a soft "No" as she witnessed the devastating consequences of the battle.

"I-I'm sorry..." Truce managed to say, filled with sorrow for the events that had unfolded.

As Kimeniah's life slipped away, she managed to smile and express her love to her father, thanking him before finally passing away. The emotional impact of the moment was overwhelming, leaving both Nisha and Truce grappling with profound grief and regret.

The room was now a somber scene of loss and pain, with the outcome of the battle leaving deep scars that would not easily fade. Nisha's heart was heavy with the weight of her actions and the consequences of the choices made in the pursuit of justice. The battle may have ended, but the cost of victory was steep, leaving all those involved to confront the aftermath and replace a way to heal from the wounds inflicted by this deadly conflict.