Chapter 97: Ange’s backstory 3 (Mutation)
In the white room, the kids were dying one after the other.
The number kept decreasing.
And Ange was only an observer.
She was prey in a forest.
Surrounded by dangerous beings waiting for their opportunity.
To devour their prey.
*Day 14.*
Ange moved out of her room with some other kids.
Toward the dining hall. The big room.
Suddenly, a kid fell to the ground.
Everyone looked at him for a second.
Then they moved toward another direction.
Leaving him on the ground.
Ange said in her mind:
Everyone here is broken.
As soon as she turned, a boy with red hair helped the other boy to walk.
Ange was surprised by that.
She stopped walking and gazed at him.
He gazed at her too.
It was the same person.
The one she looked at every time they met.
The big dinner happened every 4 days.
They walked into the place.
A maid carried the suffering kid and moved out of the place.
She wore a fake smile, like the others.
All the kids sat down.
On the table, their food was already placed in front of them.
Ange started eating her food.
The boy with red hair looked at her, as usual.
Then he started eating.
Then Ange looked at him too.
They were the only kids in the place doing that.
That was the only moment, somehow,
that she could have fun.
30 minutes later, the bell rang.
They all stood up.
And moved toward their respective rooms.
As soon as she entered, she wore her mask.
She breathed in and breathed out slowly.
The scientist entered the place with a smile.
He had a syringe in his left hand and a small bottle.
He moved toward her and spoke.
"How are you doing? Good."
He drew her blood and analyzed it.
In a few days, she would be able to use mana.
He smiled and said in his mind:
Me too. One day.
Then he tied her to the table.
And injected the substance into her veins.
She shook. Vein traces appeared on her body.
She let out a human scream.
He recorded everything he saw.
Then he moved out.
It was night. Time to sleep.
But Ange’s eyes were open. No sleep.
The next morning, the maid entered her room
with a warm smile, as usual.
And gave her food. Nourishing her properly.
Ange looked at her lips.
And she tried to smile too.
When the maid saw it, she said:
"Good. Are you trying hard?"
She held Ange’s jaw softly and showed her how to smile.
Then there was a knock on the door.
The scientist was waiting for her.
He already had a syringe in his hand.
As soon as the maid moved out, he entered.
He injected a little dose of his substance.
And a little light of mana shone.
Weakly. For less than a second.
The scientist smiled and laughed.
"You’re good... Very good. And still healthy."
He held her shoulders.
"Continue like this."
Then he walked out of the place.
At that time, Ange didn’t feel happy nor sad.
But she wanted to talk with someone.
She thought of the boy with red hair.
She tried to say his name.
But she couldn’t.
Because she didn’t know his name.
She looked up at the ceiling.
Looked out through the glass.
And at that exact time, new children were sent into the place.
Ange stared at them.
She remembered seeing a similar situation the day she entered.
She walked toward her table.
Climbed on top of it.
And slowly closed her eyes.
She whispered, "I hope they don’t die early."
Then she woke up and heard footsteps.
Someone was moving slowly toward her.
Ange pretended she was still sleeping.
Then immediately, she looked at the person.
It was that kid with red hair.
He showed her a drawing he made.
As soon as she saw it, he ran away.
Back toward his room.
A maid heard the sound and said, "Who’s there?"
The small boy moved rapidly and entered his room.
A maid moved toward all the rooms.
Starting from Ange’s room, and then the others.
When she got to the red-haired boy’s room,
he was already sleeping.
As if it was automatic.
Days followed.
A few more children came in.
Meanwhile, in Victor’s domain,
he was counting his money with a lot of care.
Smiling maliciously.
This is a fruitful business.
Victor wasn’t satisfied with what he made.
He wanted more. And more.
Meanwhile, in the white room,
the maid entered Ange’s room and all the kids moved out.
They took a bath one after the other, in chronological order.
After finishing bathing and putting on their clothes,
they continued with the experimentations.
In Ange’s room, the researcher brought a crystal.
A crystal that could evaluate your mana level.
He slowly gave it to her.
Immediately, the crystal shone.
Too slowly.
Then it stopped.
The scientist didn’t say a word.
The place was silent, like a graveyard.
The scientist held his chin, thoughtful.
Should I add the dose...? She survived my substance Longer is excellent
And then the scientist looked at her.
He bent his neck slowly toward her.
"Sorry, kid... I will add a little more to the dose."
Immediately, the scientist smiled maliciously.
His lips curved up into a smile, all the way to his jaws.
"You must survive. As usual."
He injected the dose.
Three times more than usual.
As it entered Ange’s veins, her cells stopped.
And her heart stopped.
Seeing that, he whispered.
"Did I... kill her just now?"
He moved out of the place and called for a mage.
The mage walked slowly toward the room.
The bad scientist spoke.
"Save her. She’s an entire project."
The mage entered.
He placed his hand on her chest and sent a wave of energy into her heart.
No reaction.
He did it again.
And in her body, a cell mutated.
Then the others too.
The chain continued, from one cell to another.
As the mage removed his hand from her chest,
mana radiated out of her body.
She gently floated up from the table.
The scientist was more than happy.
He was excited.
I will succeed on this project for sure.
Then, her mana stopped.
And the table hit the ground.
Suddenly, she opened her eyes.
And she screamed in pain.
The sudden mutation of her cells was too much for her body.
Her skin tore apart, forming lines.
She fell.
More and more pain.
And she grew.
0.2 meters in height.
Then it stopped.
All her clothes were wet and stuck to herself.
She breathed out, low.
And her vision faded away.