Lord of Crimson

by Swirlingtorments

Edward despises humans. Having witnessed their destructive tendencies and selfish nature, he has grown to resent their existence. As Edward struggles to come to terms with his conflicting emotions, he finds himself drawn to Bella's brilliance and determination. He knows that succumbing to his desires would mean betraying his own kind, but the pull towards Bella is too strong.

14. Lord of Crimson Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Greetings to all. I would like to express my heartfelt gratitude for the valuable insights and reviews you have shared regarding the story. I am well aware that Syfi may not be a widely favored genre, which makes it all the more meaningful to me that some of you have taken the time to read and share your thoughts. It genuinely means a lot to me to hear people's opinions on the story. So, without further ado, I encourage you to savor the upcoming chapter and delve deeper into the narrative! Have fun.

I gradually opened my eyes, the transition from the medical room to my own cozy space complete. Nestled under the covers on my small bed, I blinked away the remnants of sleep as I slowly sat up.

Confusion washed over me as I tried to piece together what had just happened. Was it a panic attack? I had never experienced one so intense before. It felt as if my heart was desperately attempting to escape from my constricted chest, leaving me gasping for air.

As my mind raced, memories of my last conversation with Enzuk flooded back, causing my eyes to widen in realization. I suddenly remembered the urgency of the situation and how crucial it was for me to make my way down to the lab. A sense of impending doom washed over me, as if time was running out and I needed to urgently speak with Daren about the serum.

However, my inner thoughts questioned if I truly intended to end his life. A voice within insisted that it was necessary, the morally correct choice. Reluctantly, I acknowledged this fact. "The fate of the entire human race rests on my shoulders," I murmured to myself. "I can no longer delay this responsibility."

After I splashed a few droplets of refreshing water on my weary face, taking a moment to straighten my disheveled hair, I made my way towards the exit of the room. However, to my dismay, the door stood firmly locked.

A frown etched across my face as I jiggled the handle and tugged at the unyielding door, hoping for a swift resolution. In a desperate attempt to draw attention, I forcefully slapped my palm against the door and raised my voice, calling out, "Hey! Open this door!" The silence that followed only fueled my frustration, prompting me to kick the door with all my might, resulting in a resounding thump that echoed through the room. As my pleas fell on deaf ears and the door remained steadfastly shut, I clenched my teeth in a mixture of anger and anxiety. Whispers of concern escaped my lips, barely audible, as I muttered, "Black."

Dread washed over me. Oh no. What did he have planed for Enzuk? That Bastard!

I found myself at a loss for what to do. Frustration washed over me as I ran my hands through my hair, unable to comprehend how Black had the audacity to lock me in my dorm. Who gave him the authority to dictate my actions?

The thought of Enzuk potentially being dead sent a wave of panic through me. What if he had already been killed? The possibility weighed heavily on my mind. But then, a conflicting thought emerged - why did I even care? After all, it was my job to eliminate him.

Yet, restlessly, I paced back and forth across the floor of my room, desperately searching for a solution to determine Enzuk's well-being. Suddenly, a name flashed in my mind - Daren. Yes, Daren! I could contact him. Perhaps he would be able to assist me or at least establish a means of communication.

The pager that had been in my possession had already been taken away, leaving me without a means of communication. However, I had always been prepared for such situations and kept a spare pager hidden in my bathroom cabinet, cleverly concealed inside my tampon box. It was a spot that no one would ever think to look. With a sense of urgency, I hurriedly searched through my cabinet, my heart pounding with anticipation. Finally, I found it, clutching it tightly with a triumphant smile on my face.

I had complete faith that Daren would come through for me, as he always had in the past. He was someone I could rely on, someone I trusted implicitly. With a click of a button, I activated the device and dialed Daren's pager number, desperately hoping for a response.

Impatience gnawed at me as I anxiously waited for Daren to answer. I continued to send him pages, hoping that he would pick up and provide some much-needed reassurance. However, each attempt resulted in a frustrating dead line, leaving me feeling even more unsettled.

"Shit," I muttered quietly, the words escaping my lips in a hushed whisper. Did something happen to Daren as well? Was he also confined to his dormitory, unable to respond to my pleas for help?

The frustration and anger welled up inside me, directed towards the person responsible for this predicament - Black, that asshole. He seemed to revel in causing pain and torment.

Out of nowhere, a hushed voice murmured "Hello?" through the speaker of my pager, causing my eyes to widen in surprise. Without wasting a moment, I quickly replied,

"Daren!"

"Shh," he responded curtly. "Speak softly," he instructed, enunciating each word deliberately.

Confusion etched across my face as I lowered my voice and whispered, "What's happening?"

"I can't explain fully. It's too risky. Someone is watching me," he revealed.

I let out a sigh, my brows furrowing. "Where are you?"

"In the lab," he replied.

Taking a moment to gather my thoughts, I cautiously asked the question that weighed heavily on my mind. "Is... is the creature dead?"

"No," he assured me. "But soon."

Another sigh escaped my lips. At least he was still alive, for now. But what did he mean by 'soon'? Had they already initiated the testing?

"Daren, I'm trapped in my room. I need you to help me escape. Right now," I pleaded.

"I can't," he replied, his voice filled with regret.

"Daren!" I whispered urgently into the pager. "I need to know what's going on. Tell me why I'm in lockdown and why you're in the lab without me."

He remained silent for an extended period of time. "Hold on. Just hang tight. Don't do anything," he advised. I nervously bit my lower lip, unable to stay still as I paced back and forth in the room. I couldn't understand what he meant by the creature being on the verge of death. Why was I locked in my dormitory? And why was Daren behaving so mysteriously? Frustrated and angry, I kicked the locked door once again.

As I anxiously waited in my dorm, I eventually heard the familiar sound of Daren's voice outside my room. Instantly, I rushed towards the door, eagerly anticipating its opening. However, when it finally did, three soldiers forcefully pushed me back. "Don't even think about it, Swan," one of the guards growled at me. He then directed a stern gaze towards Daren. "Five minutes. Anything more than that, and I'll inform the Lieutenant. I don't want any trouble. Grab your belongings and leave."

"What the hell! Who do you think you are? Let me out of here right now!" I exclaimed in frustration.

Daren placed both his hands on my shoulders and pushed me back inside, swiftly closing the door behind him.

"Daren-"

"Shhh," he interrupted, forcefully guiding me towards the bed and making me sit down. "Just stay quiet. Sit and listen. Black has discovered the existence of the serum. He's pressuring me to produce a large quantity of it. The only reason we're both still alive is because he currently trusts me more than he trusts you. And without either of us, he won't be able to create the serum."

With a sense of dread, I inquired, "What has he done? What has Black done?"

He let out a sigh and replied, "He invaded my journal, discovered my notes, and now he's aware that the serum has been completed for quite some time."

I scolded him, saying, "Didn't I tell you to always secure your notes in the safe?"

He defended himself, saying, "I never expected him to rummage through the lab. I mean, seriously, he never goes near it. Nevertheless, it's out in the open now, and he's furious. Mostly at you."

I defiantly stated, "I don't care. It's my work. He has no right to-"

He interrupted me, "He couldn't care less, Bella. He's armed with a gun and has an army at his disposal. Nothing you say will make a difference at this moment. Understand? It's over. I'm creating the serum, and he's determined to eliminate that creature, along with any others that dare to attack."

Feeling powerless, I questioned, "And I don't have a say in this?"

He sighed, "If it weren't for me, you'd probably be dead."

Dead? My goodness. Had Black truly lost his sanity? Had he genuinely attempted to end my life? Would he actually kill me?

Daren let out another weary sigh, his frustration evident in his voice. "Listen, I'm running out of time here. I said that I came all the way down here to find one of your journals, the one I need to complete the serum. Follow? So please, give me something to take back with me."

"Daren, no. You can't go through with this."

"Bella," he shook his head in disappointment. "Bella, I've been there for you. I've supported you through thick and thin. I've gone out of my way to protect you whenever I could. I've even put myself at risk for you! But have you forgotten what we're fighting for? Can you honestly say that you still prioritize saving that creature's life over ours? Over mine? Do I mean absolutely nothing to you? Do all the lives on this base mean absolutely nothing to you?"

"Daren-" His words cut deep.

He let out a bitter, mocking laugh. "Wow. Don't tell me Black was right about you. Enough is enough. Are you really willing to sacrifice all of us for that creature? To sacrifice me? Not once have you asked how I'm doing. Or even thanked me for saving your life from Black. It seems like all you care about is that creature."

I averted my gaze, filled with shame at how deeply I had grown attached to the creature. I was upset with myself for allowing such strong emotions to take hold. I stood up and made my way to a cabinet, retrieving a red notebook and handing it to Daren. I knew he didn't truly require it for his work, but I wanted to show my support for his efforts to connect with me. "Take this. Do whatever you need to do. Put an end to it. I apologize. I suppose I became too engrossed in my own work. And...there's something else you should be aware of."

"What is it?"

"Before I lost consciousness, I recall the En-um…the creature, mentioning that an attack was imminent, sooner than we anticipated."

"What? When?"

"I-I don't know. It's all a bit blurry. He didn't specify a time. Just that it was on its way. And he suggested that our best course of action is to flee."

"No. Our best course of action is to prepare this serum for use. Of course, he would prefer we run instead of defending ourselves. He was merely trying to manipulate you, Bella. If they truly had the advantage, they would have attacked already. Clearly, they're stalling for a reason. And when they do come, I want our army to be fully prepared."

I had a desire to trust Daren, yet a deep intuition within me insisted that Enzuk's words held weight. He consistently claimed to be honest in our discussions, and it seemed like he genuinely believed in the impending arrival of an unstoppable force. This force would bring about a war that was completely out of our control and impossible to triumph over.

Daren's lips curled into a half-smile as he gently placed his hands on either side of my face, planting a tender kiss on my forehead. "Don't worry, everything will be alright. This war will come to an end, and when it does, I promise you a brighter future. Bella, I genuinely care for you, and I'm working tirelessly on the serum for our future. Killing the creature is not meant to harm you, please understand that."

He took the notebook from my grasp and handed me another book, which had been carefully concealed in his lab coat. It appeared ancient and delicate. "Here, I stumbled upon this in the underground caves where those creatures have been dwelling."

"Caves?" I exclaimed, bewildered. What caves?

"Yes, the army discovered these hidden caves below us. Unfortunately, I don't have much time to elaborate. However, these caves contain fully equipped laboratories and living spaces. It's truly remarkable."

Surprised and taken aback, I exclaimed, "There are hidden caverns right beneath our feet?"

Darren nodded. "You know how those creatures mysteriously emerge from underground? Well, there's an entire living space beneath us. It appears to be thousands of years old, but truth be told, we have no idea how long these creatures have been around or when they first arrived."

But Enzuk had previously mentioned that this was not his home; he claimed they resided on another planet altogether. I couldn't help but wonder if others had stumbled upon these caves and why it had been kept in the dark all this time.

Curiosity getting the better of me, I inquired, "When did you stumble upon these caves?"

"Just a few days ago," came his reply. "The Lieutenant decided to bomb the areas where he suspected the creatures were burrowing up from, hoping to collapse their underground tunnels. But instead, he discovered ancient caves deep beneath the surface. I mean really deep. It's as if these creatures have been dwelling beneath us for an incredibly long time. Although he didn't find any signs of life, I swear it's like an entire subterranean metropolis down there. There are testing laboratories and comfortable living quarters."

Wow, this is truly fascinating. I couldn't help but wonder why these mysterious beings had chosen to dwell underground beneath our very feet. What could possibly motivate them to invest so much effort into creating elaborate underground living spaces if Earth wasn't their native habitat? Perhaps this was the reason behind their desire to eliminate us, as we humans are inadvertently causing harm to our planet that they covet. It was a thought-provoking concept that suddenly raised new intriguing questions about their intentions and our role in the grand scheme of things.

I was filled with an overwhelming number of inquiries. Right when I was on the verge of seeking further clarification from Daren, he abruptly interrupted, "I'm sorry. I wish I could stay longer. But I have to go. He distanced himself. "I have to get back to the laboratory."

The joy I initially experienced upon the prospect of learning more about the ancient caves vanished as soon as I comprehended Daren's words, which reminded me that the creature's demise was inevitable. What perplexed me was the reason behind my distress. After all, the creature had threatened to kill me given the opportunity. So, why did I still feel a pang of sadness at the notion of his death?

In an attempt to dismiss this sentiment, I forced a smile and nodded at Daren. "Best of luck. I hope this ordeal comes to an end soon."

Daren grinned. "It will. I'll have my pager, but please only contact me in case of an emergency, alright? They're keeping a close eye on me. I just got lucky that the guard took a quick coffee break."

"Thank you, Daren. For...for everything. I genuinely appreciate your help. You're incredible." He gave me a strained smile before exiting through the door. The two guards stationed in the hallway allowed him to pass and swiftly locked my door once again.

I fixed my gaze on the door, my anger still simmering from the fact that Black had locked me in my room. However, as I contemplated the situation, I realized that being confined was a preferable alternative to facing death. Daren had made it clear that Black had become impervious to reason and no longer cared about my well-being. His sole focus was obtaining the serum and annihilating the creature. Initially, that had been my mission as well, but somewhere along the way, I had allowed myself to forget that Enzuk was meant to meet his demise at my hands. I had lost sight of my purpose.

I strolled wearily towards my bed and sank down onto it, clutching the notebook that Daren had given me tightly in my hand. The frustration still lingered within me, stemming from being unjustly confined to my room. Lieutenant Black's audacity in assuming control over my work only fueled my anger. Perhaps I had allowed my passion to get the better of me, but I still firmly believed that I deserved to be involved in the serum testing. Perhaps, it was for the best that I wasn't present to witness his death. Maybe it was fate's way of sparing me the sight of him being injected with the lethal poison. In the grand scheme of things, this arrangement seemed more favorable. The thought of witnessing Enzuk's demise was not something I desired. "No," I muttered to myself, shaking my head. "I wouldn't want to bear witness to such a tragedy."

With a heavy sigh, my gaze fell upon the ancient book in my hands. I wondered about its true nature. Was it a compilation of research findings or perhaps a guide to a hidden realm? The notion amused me, and a soft chuckle escaped my lips. The scientist in me was already ready to explore. Despite the book's age and fragility, the book remained remarkably intact, a testament to its enduring condition.

As I slowly opened the book, a distinct scent of dust and age wafted through the air, instantly transporting me to a different era. The ancient pages, weathered by time, seemed to hold countless untold stories within their delicate confines. With gentle care, I began flipping through the pages, my curiosity piqued by the mysterious hieroglyphics adorning each one.

Although my profession as a scientist had granted me the privilege of studying ancient sites that required deciphering hieroglyphs, this particular script seemed unfamiliar and enigmatic. It was as if it belonged to a language that had long been forgotten by humanity. However, my extensive research had equipped me with a vast database of hieroglyph translations, including those left behind by both humans and extraterrestrials in ancient structures.

Utilizing the advanced capabilities of my printer, I meticulously scanned each page, ensuring that every intricate detail of the glyphs was accurately recorded. Once the scanning process was complete, I eagerly transferred the digital files to my computer, ready to unravel the secrets hidden within these cryptic symbols. The translation software, specifically designed for such ancient texts, began its arduous task of deciphering the hieroglyphs.

Due to the sheer antiquity of the glyphs, the translation process proved to be a time-consuming endeavor. The software I had at my disposal tirelessly delved deep into the vast archives, meticulously sifting through the accumulated knowledge of centuries. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the software completed its task, presenting me with the long-awaited translation.

With a sense of anticipation, I printed out the translated text, eager to explore the depths of knowledge it held. However, to my surprise, the translation consisted of only three entries. It became apparent that the creator of this enigmatic book had not lingered long enough to fill its pages with further insights. Undeterred, I settled myself in a comfortable position, ready to immerse myself in the first entry, eager to uncover the wisdom and mysteries it contained.

Day 1

My name is Amadeus, and I have been assigned to this underground work lab on Earth to continue documenting the ongoing research. Previously, Decimus was assigned to this task, but due to his illness, he had to take medical leave and return to our home planet. This journal I am writing is intended for my personal use, containing my own thoughts, sentiments, ideas, and suggestions.

I have recently discovered that the primary objective of this lab is to develop an airborne toxin with the purpose of eliminating the Omna people from Earth. The intention behind this toxin is to keep the Omna people away from Earth and its valuable resources. While it is true that our realms initially agreed to share Earth's resources, the reality is that two kings cannot coexist on a single throne. It is the desire of my people to claim dominance and compel the Omna people to cease utilizing Earth and its resources.

I must admit that I am not entirely in agreement with the decision made by my realm, but I am duty-bound to support it nonetheless.

The lab has made a deliberate choice to focus its research on secretly rendering Earth uninhabitable for the Omna people. This decision has been made with the intention of gradually carrying out this process, ensuring that the Omna people remain unaware of our actions until they are eventually forced to leave Earth entirely. With the strength and large numbers of the Omna people, it has been determined that they pose a significant threat to us. If they were to claim Earth for themselves, we would have no chance of defending our rights to this planet. Therefore, in order to secure our claim, my people are taking measures not only to eliminate the Omna from Earth but also to ensure our own dominance.

Today, our military achieved a covert success by capturing a male Omna without detection. As far as I am aware, the research team plans to dissect him in order to gain a deeper understanding of his anatomy. While I personally do not agree with their methods, it has been decided that the male Omna will not be administered any sedatives during the dissection process. Instead, they will test his pain tolerance, and I will diligently record any relevant data that they discover.

Although I typically find cruelty difficult to stomach and do not endorse the actions being taken, I feel compelled to document them nonetheless...

Oh my goodness. What kind of species could have written this ancient book? It was clear that it couldn't have been written by Enzuk's race, which meant that the underground tunnels we had discovered were not created by the Omna people either. Right? It seemed that there was another group who had been plotting against the Omna, but who could they be?

I pondered the possibility of this mysterious species being ancient, existing long before we humans even walked the Earth. The thought sent shivers down my spine. How could they have dissected the Omna people while they were still alive? It was absolutely horrifying to think about.

Did the Omna people have any knowledge of these secret labs? Surely, they must have stumbled upon them somehow, considering they were now using the underground tunnels to launch attacks against us. Yet, there was no trace of this enigmatic species that seemed to be orchestrating everything.

The book itself had an ancient appearance, indicating that it must have been written a very long time ago. But just how long ago? Enzuk had mentioned his age, making it seem as though he was centuries older than me. Perhaps he had some knowledge about this species and that was the reason for their aggression towards us. And it was almost as if we were following in the same footsteps of this ancient race by creating serums to eliminate them from the Earth. Maybe that's why Enzuk viewed us similar to those that came before us.

However, it was important to remember that our actions were merely in self-defense. If this mysterious species had made an effort to establish peace instead of resorting to violence, maybe we could have found a way to coexist. Unfortunately, Enzuk's lack of trust in us, the entire human race, was evident. And I was sure his entire race shared the same sentiment.

In a way, I had to admit that Enzuk was right. The human race had always been plagued by conflicts and wars amongst ourselves. So, when he claimed that humans didn't desire peace but only sought war, there was a part of me that recognized the truth in his words.

As per the information provided in this journal, it was evident that the Omna people held a great value for the Earth's resources. This realization made me wonder if it was the primary reason behind their actions. Enzuk's actions. Perhaps, they feared that we would prevent them from accessing and utilizing these resources, just like the previous species had done. Or tried to do. It also shed some light on why Enzuk was upset that humans were ruining the Earth. Perhapse his people feared that humans would damage the Earth beyond repair.

I ponder further. The Omna people possessed immense strength and power, making it apparent that they could easily acquire anything they desired from us. We didn't pose much of a threat to them, so why did they choose to delay their attacks? Enzuk had explicitly stated that there was no room for compromise, only death. So, it left me perplexed as to why they hadn't simply eliminated us sooner. If the Omna people thought humans and this ancient race were so similar, why did they stall their attacks all this time? These unanswered questions swirled in my mind as I turned to the next page, seeking more insight.

Day 2

Today proved to be an incredibly challenging day for me. As I mentioned in my previous account, I must admit that I find it difficult to stomach the cruel methods of torture employed here. Despite my role as a mere recorder of the research conducted, I will do my best to spare readers from unnecessary and disturbing details. However, I must caution all those who continue reading that this entry may be profoundly unsettling and gruesome. The events I witnessed today left me utterly disgusted and disturbed.

It is common knowledge that the Omna creatures possess a protective layer of scaled armor on their outer bodies. I had always believed that such armor was permanent, but today shattered that assumption. The male Omna was subjected to a painful process of having all his scales removed. Each scale seemed to be intricately connected to the nerves in his skin, causing immense agony. I can only liken this experience to the horrifying act of flaying a human alive or forcibly tearing out their nails from the roots. While the male Omna did not bleed or succumb to death, it was evident that he endured excruciating pain with each scale being forcibly detached.

Following this ordeal, the researchers proceeded to remove the horn-shaped helmet worn by the male Omna. As the helmet was taken off, his hair unraveled into long, shimmering silver strands. It was truly regrettable to witness his beautiful, flowing hair being ruthlessly cut off. Out of curiosity, during my spare time, I approached and gently touched the hair. It felt incredibly smooth, almost akin to silk, and possessed a captivating beauty.

However, what disturbed me the most throughout this entire procedure was the complete absence of empathy displayed by those involved. While it is true that we, as humans, desire to claim Earth for ourselves, I cannot help but question the cost at which we achieve this. Is this level of torture truly necessary? Is this the kind of humanity we strive to protect and uphold? These are the haunting thoughts that linger within me.

If our human race possesses the ability to commit such heinous acts, can we truly consider ourselves as saviors? Or is it only a matter of time before we turn against one another? The Omna people have always been our loyal and reliable allies, so it is truly disheartening to consider how we could betray their trust and commit such atrocious acts against them. We must acknowledge that our actions would eventually be exposed, leading to dire consequences - the outbreak of war. Is it truly justifiable to selfishly cling to Earth and subject the Omna people to such cruelty? We must ponder the moral implications of our choices and question if the price we pay for our actions is truly worth the devastation inflicted upon our trusted allies.

During my time in the laboratory, one of the assistants remarked on my inability to endure and witness what I would describe as abhorrent acts of cruelty. While I have faith in the power of science, I firmly believe that our research should not be conducted with such brutality. Interestingly, the Omna people have maintained a peaceful relationship with us, despite the fact that this secret research has been ongoing for years. Today, I faced criticism in the lab when I questioned whether there could be an alternative method for conducting this research. I felt like an outsider among my own kind. Am I the sole individual who perceives this research as inherently wicked?

Did no one else consider the possibility that the Omna people might discover our actions? I comprehend that the hope is that by the time they uncover the truth, it will be too late. But what about us?

Can we truly live with ourselves, fully aware of the depths of darkness that reside within us?

I felt an overwhelming urge to toss aside the printout and refuse to read any further. The content was so repulsive that it made me feel physically sick. The fact that it was humans who committed these heinous acts against the Omna, ancient humans to be precise, left me astounded. If our own kind had displayed such cruelty, it was no wonder that the Omna wanted to eradicate us. I found myself in agreement with the writer. A race capable of such atrocities didn't deserve to exist.

But what happened to this ancient race? It was evident that they were no longer present on Earth, so what led to their disappearance? Could it be that the Omna people had retaliated and wiped them out? According to the journal's author, the ancient humans were no match to the Omna in terms of strength. Perhaps they were discovered by another species or force.

Regardless, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the thought of someone finally putting an end to their horrific experiments. It seemed that the Omna and these ancient humans had once reached a peaceful agreement to coexist on Earth. So, why did the ancient humans secretly attempt to annihilate the Omna people? This revelation shed some light on Enzuk's lack of trust towards my race. If I were in his position, belonging to a human race that had been targeted for destruction, I too would find it difficult to trust my species.

The more I delved into the details, the more I realized the complexity of the situation. The printout not only exposed the dark side of our humanity but also raised profound questions about the nature of coexistence and trust among different species.

Day 3

It appears that today did not go as planned for the lab researchers. In fact, there seems to be a sense of fear spreading among them. It has come to their attention that one of the creatures has managed to escape.

I have a suspicion that this escape was not accidental but rather a well-thought-out plan. As I sat in my usual spot, observing the scientists as they prepared for their experiments, I noticed the creature showing signs of movement. This one was a female Omna. Her movements struck me as odd since they had previously sedated her. Although a part of me felt compelled to speak up, I couldn't bring myself to assist in these experiments by exposing her.

To my surprise, her eyes opened and she began to survey her surroundings, her tail starting to sway. Being a recent capture, it was crucial to remove her tail as it posed a lethal threat.
I was sure they intended to do so soon. As I shifted in my chair, her gaze immediately locked onto me. I couldn't help but feel a sense of empathy for her and the difficult situation she found herself in. However, it was clear that I couldn't release her. I was just present to record the experiment, not take part in them or sabotage them.

She frantically scanned the area, seemingly searching for an escape route. When the scientists approached her, she closed her eyes and remained completely still. I contemplated whether or not I should intervene, but ultimately chose not to. Then, in a sudden burst of movement, everything unfolded in an instant. She somehow managed to exploit a weakness in her restraints and broke free, soaring to such heights that nothing could reach her.

As her sharp claws dug into the ceiling, her growls and roars reverberated through the room, filling me with a paralyzing fear. In that moment, I truly believed that my life was about to end. I was certain that she would target me first, unleashing her wrath upon me. However, to my surprise, she disregarded the scientists and forcefully burst out of the door, ripping it off its hinges as she sprinted down the seemingly endless corridor.

Chaos ensued as panicked voices filled the air, and the scientists scrambled to regain control of the situation. One of them hastily pressed the red button, triggering a blaring alarm that pierced through my ears. I desperately covered my ears, trying to shield myself from the deafening noise. I never anticipated that she would successfully escape. I had hoped that someone would catch her or detain her, but she managed to elude capture and flee the confines of the facility.

The question that lingered in my mind was what condition she was in when she left. Some speculate that she may have been shot, while others suggest that the carefully created toxins present in Earth's atmosphere could have proved fatal for her. Fear hung heavy in the air, yet everyone seemed unwilling to acknowledge the possibility that she had survived.

If she is indeed alive and the toxins fail to claim her life, then we know we are all in grave danger. It is inevitable that she will return to her people and divulge all that she has witnessed. I was aware of the potency of Earth's air toxins, but I wondered if they were potent enough to deter the entire Omna species from seeking revenge for the atrocities we have committed against them.

War looms ominously on the horizon, and we find ourselves ill-prepared to face the consequences. However, if Earth proves to be an inhospitable environment for the Omna people, perhaps it will serve as a deterrent, keeping them at bay. Uncertainty shrouds our present circumstances, leaving us with numerous unanswered questions. Did she manage to survive her escape? Will we find ourselves embroiled in a war sooner than anticipated? And if conflict does arise, has the research conducted within this laboratory been successful enough to safeguard us against the wrath of the Omna people?

I picked up the book and eagerly flipped through its remaining pages, hoping to find more entries. To my disappointment, there were none. A surge of anxiousness washed over me as I pondered the fate of the writer. Had something terrible happened to him? Perhaps he had been killed. My mind raced with questions about the ancient humans and what had transpired. It occurred to me that maybe the laboratories must have been discovered, leading to a catastrophic chain of events. The creature's escape must have triggered a war. Or maybe the writer had been too outspoken with his thoughts, resulting in his removal from the base. But if that were the case, wouldn't he have taken his journal with him?

Unbeknownst to me, there was a time when Earth's air was toxic to the Omna people. It made sense, considering the creatures they sent to Earth would perish if exposed to the surface for too long. However, I couldn't help but wonder why Enzuk seemed unaffected by this toxicity. He appeared to function perfectly fine. Perhaps the Omna had developed a serum to combat the toxins that the ancient humans had unleashed on Earth, or maybe enough time had passed for the air to no longer pose a threat to them.

I gasped as the power supply in my room unexpectedly ceased, plunging me into a state of utter darkness. A sense of dread overwhelmed me, sending shivers down my spine. Panic set in as I realized the gravity of the situation - our base had never experienced a power outage before. It was an ominous sign, one that could only signify one thing in my mind - an ambush. I could feel it in the air, the presence of our enemies closing in on us. They had finally arrived, and the imminent danger was palpable.

So...we are finally reaching the climax. However, I hope you can take a moment to appreciate the intricate background between the ancient humans and the Omna people. By understanding this history, you will gain a deeper insight into Enzuk's perspective and why he feels the way he does about humans.

If you have a moment...please leave your thoughts. :) Thanks!