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Recording 7
Hey there.
Blight here.
It has been around 2 days since my last recording.
I am currently inside a small storage room at Blood Rend's base, waiting out the guards' lunch session.
And, you know, I decided that I would rather not waste my time.
I should probably start with the part where I broke into Blood Rend's base in the first place, though.
I'll admit, I had some doubts about Mute's coordinates, but he led me to the right place. The unsavory smell of gunpowder filled the air around the factory in Mute's coordinates. I wonder how bad the humans' smelling might be if they didn't even notice.
Maybe they did notice. Maybe they didn't even care.
Anyway, breaking in was easy. I don't think the security measures of this place are designed with someone like me in mind.
Seriously though, remote-controlled doorways, motion sensors, security cameras, this whole place is basically a free real estate for me. I guess they never imagined that the wolf they've been hunting would throw himself right into their den. It'd be a stupid move, completely idiotic.
Well, I guess we've never established that I'm even somewhat intelligent, huh?
Most of the place looked normal enough, but there are some rooms with limited access and such. A lot of them seemed to simply be storage rooms, littered with boxes full of white powder, pills, and syringes not unlike the ones they've injected me with filled with a strange liquid. I found out in their computer database that these are what humans called drugs, they cause addiction among humans, which will drive them to keep buying more.
Honestly, that makes me angry. I have no love for humans, especially since I've only met 2 that are even somewhat decent, but exploiting a species' weakness to profit without any concern of their well-being is a selfish move. Doubly so, since the data said that these things can be dangerous to their biological system.
Selfish assholes.
So what did I do, you may ask?
I blew them up.
Well, hopefully by the time you hear this, I've already blown them up. I set up remotely triggered explosives I've found in the armory in those rooms so I can detonate them when I'm done with this place. Smashed the remotes so they won't explode prematurely, I don't need them anyway.
There is one room that was quite...interesting, though.
Inside, there were cabinets full of documents and papers lying around. I don't quite understand most of it, but it seemed to be records of Blood Rend's activities. I had no idea what to do with that room at the time, but then I saw it, a lone computer sitting in the corner of the room.
With a simple thought, I booted it up. I was surprised by the amount of data inside, and more so when I realized how quickly and easily I could register and process the information. One of the perks of being genetically mutated, I guess.
There were some files on me, though they don't tell me what I don't already know. I deleted all of them, the less Blood Rend knows about me, the better.
There were a lot of sickening things in the database. Based on the information inside, I deduced that Blood Rend is trying to create super soldiers of some kind, except with dogs.
It makes perfect sense if you think about it. Humans are limited by their inherently weak physical strength, no offense to any humans that might be listening, so creating soldiers using animals that have physical superiority is only logical. That, paired with the fact that canines are the only species that can communicate and reason with humans, makes dogs the perfect choice.
It turns out that Blood Rend has been kidnapping wolves and wild dogs for 'experimental purposes' for a long time now, though my ability has never been observed before.
There were some files dedicated to the formulas and chemical components that have been most successful. I deleted all of them, just because.
However, one of the files made me sick in the stomach. They call it the obedience liquid.
It's a specific kind of chemical that, and I quote here, when injected into a canine's body, will make the host completely susceptible to the commands of the first voice that they hear.
Basically, it makes robs them of their free will.
I wanted to delete it along with the rest of the files, but then I decided to 'accidentally' leave behind one of the backups, but not before I tweaked the formula a bit.
What did I do to it? Well, I have no idea. But hopefully, it'll screw Blood Rend over someday.
I armed a few of the bombs in that room, it's not like the 'police' are gonna use the information against them.
Anyway, I guess that concludes my findings for this recording.
Crossing my non-existent fingers right now hoping that this won't be the last.
*Recording End*
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Blight let out a sigh of relief upon seeing that the guards had left when he peeked out of the closet. Making a log in his recordings was mostly to distract himself from the heat and stuffiness of the room.
Blight reached out with his sense, noting that his range extended further than when he first got it, smiling when he confirmed that Blood Rend hadn't found his bombs yet.
He crept through the cafeteria, careful not to let the remaining chef inside notice him. The food smelt quite bad, but Blight knew that good food is probably a luxury most of the grunts here can't afford.
This is why I prefer hunting, Blight thought, amused. You humans keep bragging about your 'superior intelligence', but in reality, your ancestors had done all the hard work for you. When push comes to shove, it's no wonder that humans who survive what is everyday life for us for mere months are celebrated as celebrities.
Blight shook his head, survival first, criticize human nature later.
It took Blight a while before he asked himself why he even came here in the first place. After all, what good can a wolf do in an entire compound full of armed humans? But the answer was simple.
Revenge.
Revenge, not only for himself, but also for his sister, for Mute and Mallory, and the countless lives that suffered under Blood Rend.
As motivated as ever, Blight walked up the stairs to the final floor, where Mute had told him where Zane's office will be.
Where Blood Rend will begin to fall.
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Zane's office was empty, with only a lone desk and a laptop on top. It was left closed, and Blight realized he could just access it without even activating its display. There was nothing interesting inside, though, nothing Blight didn't already know. A lone camera was in a corner, Blight didn't bother to freeze it, opting instead to short-circuit the device.
"I would say that I'm surprised, but that would be quite a devious lie," a voice said from behind Blight, making his blood go cold. Standing behind him was none other than Zane, leader of Blood Rend.
"You would know a thing or two about devious lies, I suppose," Blight turned around, seeing that his former jailor, Hugo, was standing behind Zane.
"Bold of you to have come directly into my lovely office," Zane smirked. "I thought you'd be smart enough to at least hit up the armory to check if there's anything that may help you in your pointless endeavors."
He doesn't know that I snooped around, Blight thought. Blood Rend probably didn't know that he can freeze up cameras.
Still, he played it cool. "Bold of you to have come here with a glorified slaver," Blight motioned to Hugo, who hasn't said a word as of yet. "You do realize I'm still the same wolf that killed more than a dozen of your guards, right?"
"It is mere luck that let you achieve that," Zane said, though Blight could hear a slight quiver in his voice, something the wolf would never have noticed if it weren't for his heightened senses. Zane knew Blight was a successful experiment, and the man feared him.
"Besides," Zane cleared his throat. "Bold of you to think that I'd come here with only Hugo."
A low growl was heard from behind Hugo, just out of sight, and Blight's heart skipped a beat. How could he have not smelt that?
"Well, I leave you to it then," Zane turned around and nodded to Hugo. "I trust that you can handle it?"
The tall man simply grunted in response.
"Wait just a bloody second here," Blight growled. "You're not going anywhere."
The wolf ran forward and pounced at Zane, but a shadow crashed into him, knocking Blight onto the floor.
Blight immediately stood back up, wary of the new threat. But the wolf was not prepared for what he saw.
It looked to be once a dog, though it no longer resembled one in any way besides the basic shape. It was at least 4 feet tall and more than twice the length. Its teeth were razor-sharp, and its eyes show nothing but a feral beast made to kill.
A monster.
Blight paused for a moment as he stared at the creature's eyes, a small detail caught his attention.
"I see that you recognize it," Zane said, amused. "Well, I'll leave you three to it. It would be quite interesting to see if Robert's experiments work."
Blight didn't pay the man any mind, for his focus was on the small scar near the beast's right eye.
Standing before him, trembling in a feral rage, was the Bullmastiff once known as Rex.
Oh my god, I'm sooo surprised. I cannot believe that Rex ended up mutated. I really thought that Robert was gonna give him a dental or something.
Look, I know most of you probably already guessed this, but I'm bad at setting up dramatic reveals, okay?
I swear I'll make a cover by the time the next chapter rolls up.