Chapter 55: Existence to Sacrifice
"Whatever it is you’re planning—whatever it is you’re trying to achieve by doing this—I swear none of you will get out of here alive. I will kill every last one of you."
Damon’s face was filled with fury as he struggled through the excruciating pain coursing through his body, a result of the repeated and agonizing experiments being performed on him.
Behind a thick pane of reinforced steel glass, high-ranking officials stood observing him with cold, detached expressions. There was no trace of remorse in their eyes—only fascination. To them, Damon was nothing more than a lab rat, a subject of interest, a specimen with abilities they were desperate to understand and exploit.
Moments later, a woman approached a man who appeared to be the lead doctor overseeing the laboratory where Damon and Phoebe were being held. She stood before Damon, her eyes wide in awe, as if seeing someone she had long idolized—someone who had once fueled her dreams and ideas—now in the flesh.
"Sir," she reported, "the epidemic is getting worse due to the escape of our patient. Nearly the entire Pasay area is now restricted. The authorities can no longer contain the outbreak we released. And the Damon clone is still nowhere to be found."
The doctor let out a loud, amused laugh.
"Let him be," he replied coldly. "He’s of no use to us anymore. We have the real Damon now, and we can extract an unlimited supply of pure blood from him—enough to replace anyone we want. I’m sure that clone won’t survive more than a month. It’s a miracle he even survived the transfusion of Damon’s blood into his system. Sooner or later, he’ll come crawling back to us—either begging for a cure or trying to kill someone using the power we gave him. Either way, it’s no longer my concern."
The doctor adjusted his glasses with an indifferent smirk, his eyes fixated once again on Damon and Phoebe, treating them like mere tools—prized specimens for his twisted ambitions.
He placed a hand on Damon’s shoulder, slowly leaning in to whisper something into his ear.
"Did you know... I admired you deeply. The Fool."
"If you hadn’t been careless enough to throw away your jacket in the trash—sealed so neatly, I might add—this entire facility wouldn’t even exist. So in a way... I should be thanking you."
His tone was mocking, twisted with glee.