Page 5 of Killer (Project)

“Why don’t you tell the rest of the staff what happens when you try to make a fool of this company? Of the company my father spent years building from the ground up.” There was a glint of something I had never seen in Roger’s eyes. A need for blood—for death.

“Sir… Can we talk about—” Davis tried adding, but it did no good. Roger waved in security as his hand landed on Davis’s shoulder.

“No, we cannot talk about this. Once it’s found out you’re here for yourself and not the company, then it becomes a problem. You made us believe you had the company’s best interest at heart, but you didn’t. So, that means you lied, and I don’t do well with liars. We’re a team, Davis, but you aren’t a team player. If we all did whatever we wanted, for whatever reason, this company wouldn’t be what it is. Let alone exist.”

“I promise it won’t happen again…” Davis pleaded, sweat beading on his forehead as he clasped his hands together.

“I know it won’t, Davis, and neither will any of these people make the same mistake as you. Listen up. This is what happens to you when you disobey this company. When you think you can use it for your own benefits.” Every word that came out of Roger’s mouth was spat directly at me. His eyes drilled into mine as the guards came in, pulling Davis from the room as if he never meant a damn thing to them.

With a smile, Roger walked away… His eyes bore into mine, and his threat still rang in my ears. For once, it was starting to hit me. The good of doing this might not outweigh the bad.

Kandace was right.

I could very well be signing my own death certificate.

three

killer—the present

“When you thinkabout dying what do you think it will be like?” Her question rang in my ears. Her soft, delicate voice wrapped me in warmth like I had never felt before.

To say I wasn’t human would be true. I wasn’t. At least, not since they pumped me full of drugs. They morphed me into this killing machine, but now I was free. Free of the chains, the bars, and the people. Never again would I find myself in confinement.

My thoughts drifted back to the things that they made us do. The killing, the fights they caused between us. They wanted to control us, to make us into their own little lab rats. None of us truly understood the need they had for us. Some of us were injected with drugs to alter the human DNA while others were trained to fight.

“You were talking in your sleep again,” Jaxon, my right-hand man, said from his bunk. We were in hiding having just escaped the facility where they were holding us. They thought we were weak. They thought wrong. I remember wrapping my hands around the doctor’s throat as he tried to shoot me up with a tranquilizer. It almost made me laugh.

The memories of bones crunching, the gurgling of blood in his throat, his eyes popping out of his head from the pressure of my hand squeezing, and the way his face turned purplish blue from lack of oxygen as bruises formed from underneath my fingers—it all fed me. Fed me to find vengeance. The people that had created this drug and administered it to us would die. I would make sure their blood stained my hands one way or another.

“Sorry,” I offered stretching in my bed. Our beds were small, but they were beds. We had never been given anything as soft… let alone a pillow or mattress. Those things were lavish and unknown to even us.

“Don’t be. I know what you’re going through.” Jaxon offered his sympathy, even when he knew I wouldn’t take it. He knew what I wanted him to know, which wasn’t very much. Most of us had no recollection of who we were, what we were doing, or where we had come from.Except me.I had memories. I could feel the pain and hurt in those memories, which told me once I had been sick. Once I had been dying and there was no hope. Yet, here I was, breathing and living. How I had come to live and thrive was unknown. Something told me PGI knew more than they were ever letting on.

I grunted in return as I pulled my long brown hair into a ponytail. I had plans to get my hands bloody today. That wasn’t changing. I had one desire, one reason my heart was still beating, and it was to take out anyone I could who would have answers.

After all they had done to us, they deserved death. Fuck, it would be their last dying wish by the time I got done with them.

“My body’s itching for a kill, Jaxon.” I rolled my shoulders and cracked my knuckles. We had been at the secret compound for months now. The building was a brick structure built into the ground five floors deep. To the naked eye, it would be seen as a newer apartment building. If they entered it, they would have another thing coming. Behind its walls lay killers, genetically mutated males capable of far more than just death. One look could strike fear so deep some had lost their minds.

“Mine, too. It feels like it’s been days since I ripped that nurse’s fucking throat out as she screamed. My cock was hard the entire time I did it, too.” He smiled like a sick fuck. Society was made to think what he had just described was bad, and it was. What they were doing to us was just as bad, though. We had learned that an eye for an eye was how justice would be served. Do to us only what you wish to be done to you.

“Killer. Jaxon.” Gauge said our names with authority in his voice. Gauge was whom you could consider to be the President of the escapees. He was still in touch with his humanity for the most part. I had yet to see a time when he truly lost his shit.

“Gauge,” I greeted him, my voice gruff. I needed to fuck or spill blood.Something.Blood spilling quenched the thirst of the slaughterer I had become, and since fucking was an opportunity that wasn’t given to us often, spilling blood was my favorite.

Women shied away from us, and those who did want in on the sex couldn’t handle it. We were savages in everything that we did. Fucking and fighting were our best outlets for anger. Both always ended in blood.

“You look like a bear that’s been poked one too many times,” Gauge joked. I didn’t smile. Hell, I didn’t find it even remotely fucking funny.

“Want to hear a joke?” Her voice entered my mind as a flash of a memory hit me.My fists clenched as I gripped at the bed sheet. The muscles in my stomach clenched as I forced myself to hold onto to every second of it.

She had brown hair that flowed down her back freely. Big brown eyes that sparkled as she smiled at something I had said. She was saying something to me, her mouth moving, but I was unable to hear it... She was fading out…

“Killer.” Gauge’s voice was the first I heard, and it only made my anger worse. Who was she, and why the fuck did I have memories of a life I didn’t remember living?

“Get the fuck away from me,” I growled. I was on the verge of ripping the whole fucking room apart. My body was shaking as I shot out of bed.

“Killer. Stop. Calm down.” Gauge’s voice rang in my ears, but his words meant nothing to me. It was as if my mind and body weren’t connected. I wouldn’t be able to stop the destruction I would cause until I found answers. I needed them. So fucking badly.

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