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Genad responded flatly, “You’re not planning on giving him… her up are you?” Its smile could practically be felt within the darkness on being called out and soon he burst out into a deep laughter. “No, of course not, but you’re still gonna help me because that’s the best decision and that’s the type of person you are.” “Since you seem to know me so much…. Who are you?” “Me? You can call me, Zero.” A/N:

Killer clicks the boot open as I get there. The two of them start unloading the stuff in the boot. I see the ice-cream stand on the corner and my mouth waters. “I’m getting ice-cream. What flavour do you guys want?” I ask them. “Mint,” Killer says as Zero says Vanilla. I started working part time at the Night Club owned by the Satan Snipers. It earns me some cash. Zero doesn’t like me working at the club but he doesn’t have a choice in the matter since River offered me the job.

But it was Kael as a ghost—his skin a translucent marble-white, his eyes entirely black, and his hair a shock of silver-wire. ​"Welcome home, Little Conductor," the figure said. His voice didn't come from his throat; it was a sub-harmonic vibration that shook the very deck-plates. "I am Unit Zero. The First-Born of the 'Project Davis' clones. The one Leo Davis left in the dark to see if the void could be tamed." ​The Corruption of the First-Born ​"You’re a clone," Kael said, his hand tightening on the hilt of his pulse-cane. "The one from the 2060 logs. The 'Biological Scout'."

But before we could make it far enough, the second Gamma took a step forward, his face contorted with rage. “You think you can just walk away from this, you punk?” he sneered. “You’re not even part of this pack. You’re nothing but an outsider.” Zero’s lips curled into a cold smile. “Then I’ll make sure you stay down, pup.” He lunged, moving faster than I could process. The Gamma barely had time to react before Zero had him pinned to the ground. Zero’s claws sank into the Gamma’s throat, and in one swift motion, he ended the threat. The Gamma’s body went limp in Zero’s grip, lifeless.

As much as possible, I wanted him to feel free whenever he is with me so I am doing my best for him to know the bliss of being innocent, the happiness of a simple child. "Meow." Tori jumped out of my arm and ran ahead. We were on our way home and the part of town we were in was where most M-zeroes live. A person who does not possess a mystical ability is called an M-zero, and I am pretending to be one because of what I accidentally read the other day.

Genji said as he pulled out his holo phone. “DON'T YOU DARE SEND IT TO MAIKA AND GET ME OUT OF HERE NOW!” Clayton shouted. Genji and Willow rolled their eyes as they laughed at the sergeant as they tried to pull him out by grabbing his center and groin plate. “I will hand it to you Clay despite Esmeralda blowing up. I am more impressed that you didn’t get torn in half by that explosion.” “Well Bossman I am awesome and I got plot armor!” Clayton bragged. “I would not count on it, you are merely a lucky mortal.” The Demon grunted.

Bag after bag of plasma was pumped into my veins. One raw, guttural scream tore out of me, and then the sound of a baby crying filled the room. On my phone, the screen was still frozen on one last image. Jasper and Fiona were locked in a kiss beneath the Aurelian Tower. I held my crying son and let the tears fall without stopping.

Zeno's voice rang out, drawing Leon's attention. Turning his head, Leon saw Zeno, the ace football player, walking towards Clara. "Hello," Clara greeted, her tone friendly but slightly surprised. Deciding to give them some space, Leon discreetly stepped back, positioning himself behind a nearby wall to eavesdrop on their conversation. "I heard you weren't feeling well yesterday. Are you feeling better today?" Zeno asked, genuine concern evident in his voice. Clara nodded, offering a reassuring smile. "Yes, I'm feeling much better now. Thanks for asking."

The acoustics of the concrete canyon carried sound for miles. "I feel like I'm walking into a raid without armor," Leo grunted. "My hand is throbbing. I can barely make a fist." "You don't need to fight today, Leo. You just need to loom," Ren said, adjusting the collar of his jacket to cover his neck. He rubbed more grease onto his cheeks, masking the sharp lines of his face. "We aren't Squad Zero today. We aren't the heroes who crashed the server. We're rats. We're bottom-feeders looking for crumbs."