Through the labyrinthine corridors of the facility, a shadowy figure darted with breathtaking speed, leaving behind only a fleeting impression of darkness.
The air seemed to crackle as it was sliced by the sharp sound of a 'zip,' echoing off the cold, sterile walls.
This enigmatic blur was Sinn, a being whose existence was etched with deep inner turmoil. Occasionally, he would manifest and vanish, like a specter.
Sinn's trajectory led him toward a sealed exit, guided by the vivid recollections embedded in Nels' memories—a mental blueprint of bygone days, etched with precision and clarity.
Yet, before he could advance further, a blood-curdling scream pierced the air—a sound so suffocating and intense that it halted Sinn abruptly, producing a sharp 'zink' as his momentum ceased.
His body instinctively tensed, muscles twitching in an unsettling symphony, as if resonating with the echoes of anguish.
Sinn's eyes glowed crimson, illuminating the dim corridor as fragments of Nels' memories resurfaced, one particularly haunting memory standing out—a trauma that had left indelible scars on Nel's psyche.
Years of relentless experiments had exposed Nel to these screams from other purebloods, each cry revealing their shared horrors. But this scream was different; it was a cry teetering on the brink of death, a visceral sound that clawed at the soul.
Despite Sinn's momentary pause, his body had already decided to pursue the source of the scream, driven by an impulse beyond conscious thought—a primal urge to confront and kill this specter-like trauma, which seems to revel in other people's mental suffering.
Nel bore the scars of trauma from such screams; Jenny termed it as PTSD. His life was overshadowed by a fear of loud noises and people screaming at him, a constant reminder of past torments.
Sinn, unfamiliar with human emotions or cognition, felt a profound fear watching Nel suffer from something he couldn't comprehend.
This primal fear of the unknown propelled him to prevent it from afflicting him, a desperate attempt to shield himself from a fate he did not understand.
As the relentless memories of Nel's tears and anguish persisted, they wove a tapestry of sorrow and resilience…
Sinn found himself speechless, grappling with the complexity of human emotion. Nel was far from foolish; though weak, he possessed intelligence and insight.
Even if Sinn couldn't grasp Nel's character or choices, he understood his pursuit of knowledge and wisdom.
Yet, to be tormented by trauma…
It ignited a fury within Sinn, a burning resolve never to succumb to such weakness.
He considered himself mentally resilient, yet the thought lingered…
what if he too fell victim to this affliction?
What if the shadows of trauma crept into his mind?
With this sudden realization, Sinn shivered, a chill running down his spine, and quickened his pace, determined to outrun the sparks of doubt.
….
Amidst the building's constant tremors, Sinn sensed Jenny's party nearby, their presence a beacon amidst the chaos.
The gleaming white metallic steel stood out against the drab surroundings, its distinctive appearance and glow catching the eye, a stark contrast to the shadows that enveloped the hallways.
Labels on the doors guided Sinn swiftly to his destination, each sign a marker on his path, leading him deeper into the heart of the facility.
A small imprint read 'Test Subject Red Banshee,' etched into the metallic surface, a testament to the grim reality of the experiments conducted within these walls.
Without hesitation, Sinn swung his hand, effortlessly tearing the metal door apart, the sound of rending steel echoing through the corridor.
The commotion drew attention as several groups of men turned to face the intruder, their expressions a mix of shock and fear.
Unconcerned with stealth, Sinn dashed forward, appearing instantaneously before one of the scientists, his movements a blur of speed and precision.
The scientist was elderly, his hair gray and face lined with wrinkles, a visage marked by time and toil. Frail, he leaned on a cane, a symbol of his vulnerability.
None of this mattered. Sinn appeared before him without hesitation, lunging forward and ripping out his heart, the mere act sending shivers through the others, paralyzing any attempt to retaliate.
Without delay, Sinn consumed the heart, feeling its warmth spread through him, turning his focus to three remaining scientists, their faces pale with terror.
Sinn showed no interest in the last scientist, having already devoured seven hearts and needing only three more to complete his first evolution requirement, a goal that drove him relentlessly.
"Holy shit! What the hell is that?" one young scientist shouted, his voice tinged with panic.
"Damn it, Thomas! Shoot it!" he continued, hurling curses at Sinn, desperation evident in his tone.
He persistently ordered Thomas, whom Sinn had ignored, showing no interest in the man who seemed insignificant in the grand scheme of things.
Thomas was notable for wielding a weapon, a device that promised salvation amidst the chaos.
Despite scanning Nels' memories, Sinn found no trace of such a weapon, its presence a mystery.
Though Sinn deemed it small, the weapon was quite large, puzzling how a single human could carry it, a testament to human ingenuity and determination.
The scientists seemed familiar with the weapon, relying on it to confront Sinn, their hopes pinned on its power.
Sinn refused to take chances. Before anyone could issue further orders, he vanished from sight, his movements a blur of speed and agility.
Though his movements resembled ghostly teleportation, they were simply the result of his enhanced physical speed, too swift for the naked eye to perceive, a testament to his prowess.
Realizing the monster had disappeared, Thomas and the other scientists broke into cold sweats, fear gripping them as they faced the unknown.
The once noisy room, occasionally filled with screams from test subjects, fell silent, a heavy stillness settling over the space.
The lone scientist atop the stairs cautiously descended toward the group, his previous vantage point rendered useless by the monster's disappearance, a sense of impending doom urging him to act swiftly.
"Shit.." Thomas spoke for the first time showing his panic.
In the depths of the facility, amidst the shadows and echoes of suffering, Sinn moved with purpose, driven by a desire to confront the fears that haunted Nel, to unravel the mysteries of his existence and forge a path free from the chains of Nels trauma.
This goal proved to be challenging for Sinn, as he had one significant flaw: a deep fear of uncertainty and the unknown.
To him, attacking someone without knowing their strength was akin to suicide and simply not worth the risk. He preferred to avoid such trouble rather than put himself in danger.
His survival instinct made him acutely aware of his own weakness and insignificance. It didn't help that he could see Nels' memories, which only reinforced his understanding of his role in this world.
Armed with knowledge that far exceeded his physical strength, he realized he would need an immense amount of power to truly harness it all.
Ironically, his first step involved taking the hearts of ten people. He had no desire to accomplish this task without the necessary components.
Despite his fear of the unknown and the uncertainty surrounding the weapon, he knew it would be foolish to miss this opportunity.
He understood what the outside world was like and had no intention of remaining weak.
With his instincts finally under control, Sinn lunged at the young man giving orders. His attack was so swift that it was invisible to the naked eye.
What he thought would be an easy kill went horribly wrong when a blue light barrier enveloped the young man, protecting him and deflecting Sinn's arm.
The collision produced a deafening sound, abruptly silenced by an even louder crash, entangled with a larger blue light.
A disturbingly visceral noise echoed, reminiscent of flesh tearing apart with a thud. As the light subsided, the three scientists, including the one who fired the bullet, could finally assess the damage.
With confused expressions, they saw the silhouette of this inhuman creature clutching his wrist, his hand completely severed to chunks..
Red blood dripped around him as the beast continued to press on his chest, staunching the bleeding.
To everyone's horror, the wound began to heal rapidly. Tendons, blood vessels, skin, and nails regenerated swiftly, while the once-spilled blood evaporated into dust.
With a simple glare, Sinn's eyes glowed a halo red, and the scene transformed into a foggy forest.