Awaken by a9amis (top 10 novels TXT) 📖

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He stayed close to the ground when they all paused and looked at each other. Jahase smiled a bit. He realized that he was too fast for them, way to fast. They knew it too. That is when they lined up shoulder to shoulder to cover the entire hall and prepared to spray him to the floor.

Jahase glanced up and noticed an embedded light bulb, the only one in the hall. It seemed to stand out to him. He leapt to the ceiling, dodging the low aimed gun fire and lodged himself on the ceiling between the walls with his legs. He grabbed the light bulb and pulled it from socket. It was hot only for an instant before the light cut off and he shut his eyes in pain.

“Argh,” he moaned in pain. The gunfire stopped just before Jahase slide down the wall to the ground and leaned against the wall to look at his hand. But when he opened his eyes, they seemed to glow like very low lights shining in the dark to revel his position.

He looked at the bloody scars on his hand for only a second. It had bubbled up from the heat and some of the flesh and been burned but he quickly looked back to the soldiers, whom backed up at the sight of his illuminated eyes.

“There he is,” Said the one in the front right and Jahase gasped. He pushed off the wall just as they began to shot rounds down the hall way. Jahase instantly began to panic but he could hear the tempo of each gun separately and see the light from the combustion.

It was like a pattern. It didn’t change much but the angel they shot which he could still determine by the light. He could follow it, match it and more importantly, dodge it.

Stepping back as he moved, he bounced of the walls with his hands and adjusting his feet to dodge the furry of bullets. He could almost see the sound waves and light paths as he watched his foes bleed out their clips.

He backed himself up to the wall and scared himself when he bumped into it. Glancing black to see what it was that he hit was his biggest mistake, because when he looked back he was hit with one of the last bullets in the clip in the shoulder.

He gasped and paused; the soldiers flicked on a flash light and pointed it at him to see the shock in his face. They were out of bullets and dared not to use there side arms on a guy that just dodged 180 rifle bullets. They just stared him in his eyes as he stared back at them.

It was hot within his shoulder and the pain grew intense. He couldn’t breath and for a moment he returned to that feeling he had in the containment where the pain didn’t hurt anymore.

“What the-”, one of them said as they looked at him. His eyes became a light blue color and he fell unconscious. His legs collapse under him but he didn’t hit the floor, he became intangible and fell through the cement and title.

“20%, 40%,” Jahase heard as he awakened from his collapse. The room slowly cam into focus as the percentage increased. “60%, 80%, Reanimation Complete,” spoke a synthesized voice. It came from surround sound speakers around the room in the upper corners.

Jahase first noticed the man below him; a seasoned man in a white jacket no doubted another scientist. He remembered his bullet wound and causally glanced over but to see it had healed. In his head, he thought that he must have been out for weeks for it to heal so something.

Taking notice of his outstretched arms, he finally realized that he was suspended in the air. With his legs together straight down and his arms out, he was hold against a T shaped post against the wall. Holding him by his arms, legs and head was glowing white rings made of spinning electrons that created a gravity field around his body, holding him in place.

“Good morning Jahase,” said the man, who Jahase tuned quickly to look at. He stared him down with a lack of trust for those who planed on terminating him. He began to pace back and forth in front of Jahase. “I’m going to make this short and quick so your rapidly developing brain can process it.”

‘Did he just call me Ignorant?’ Jahase thought to himself. He still kept his eyes locked on the man.

“You’re in a government facility where we make weapons, I am Dr. Rye and I am the Head Scientist of your project, Project #314510.” He began in a demanding voice. Apparently, Jahase could realize that he wasn’t very active in the projects, but more of just made demands to others. “It took 7 years but, we created you into a weapon. That is your purpose that is your job that is what you will always be. And I own you.”

The thought rumbled in Jahase’s head. This man, Rye, had the same qualities as he did; same body structure same biological format. They wore both the same species and if he could remover the small features like hair color and eye color, they would look exactly the same.

“This can not be,” was the first words he spoke to the man. Rye paused as if surprised then smiled.

“But it is my son,” he said. Rye stopped pacing and began to walk forward. “I created you into what you are today. If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t be here-”

“I’d rather not be here!” Jahase yelled and the rings faded slightly then reanimated. His complete dislike for being strapped down as well as being in a place where they wanted to kill him wasn’t comfortable.

“Got a little mouth on you,” Rye said. He then smiled menacingly again. “We can fix that with Disciplinary Actions.” Rye looked down and pressed a button on the ground, causing one of the tiles to rise up to a pedestal. The top opened and he smiled as a black and silver handle was reveled within the pedestal.

He reached in and put in to his side. Jahase watched him as he did do and kept his eyes on the handle, wondering what it was.

“Your purpose is war. Do you understand this?” said Rye as he walked away from the pedestal and paced in front of Jahase. Jahase started him down. He wasn’t going to let the man kill him control him. Something inside told him that he had to be free.

“No,” Jahase said in a low voice. Rye paused and Jahase prepare for Ryes retaliation. Rye indeed pressed a button on handle creating an electron whip which he swung at Jahase with a barbaric grunt, slashing open his medical robe and cutting his skin open.

Jahase yelled in pain. This time the pain wasn’t intense enough to make him faint but he instant shed tears. It has cut his deep across his chest and he felt himself bleeding. Rye laughed after retracting the electron whip. Rye walked over while Jahase rolled his head about his neck with his eyes closed trying to endure the pain.

“You see, there are certain human protection rights against cruel and unusual punishment,” Rye said as he approached Jahase. He kept his eyes fixed upon Jahase’s wound.

Without a second of warning, Rye jabbed his index finger deep into Jahase wound. Jahase’s head jolted down at Rye and his eyes widened as he restrained the urge to yell in pain. Rye chuckled as his finger moved right to left in Jahase’s open scare.

“But you aren’t quest human anymore.” He pulled out his finger and it was covered in a sky blue color.

Jahase’s head dropped and he looked to his scar that was indeed leaking blue blood. His mind would have been wondering much about it, but the pain was so intense, he couldn’t focus.

“7 years of experimentation and we have created something that sacrosanct to matter,” Rye said walking away. “Theirs only two sure fire ways to make contact, and one is rapidly moving electrons following a orbit of protons.” He said admiring his whip handle. It was advanced technology that their government facility had also created. “It was kept from the war across seas to prevent a Russian assault on us for making war technology.”

Jahase wasn’t listening; he was busy watching his scar heal before his eyes. As Rye began to walk away before talking Jahase felt light headed as he looked at his gash. It no longer hurt but it stung. He watched the skin pull itself together rapidly. His jaw dropped.

‘What the hell?” he thought to himself. It finished within second and he felt well again. He just looked down at the drips of blood on the ground and on his robe.

“How dare you!” Rye said finally looking up at Jahase. He didn’t want Jahase even using his abilities without his permission. Jahase looked up quickly at Rye and saw it coming. Rye turned quickly and whipped Jahase across his chest again.

Jahase turned his head as his chest was once again tore open. He looked up his arm and kept his eyes closed. Rye whipped him again and his eyes popped open and he yelled. Through his confusion he had still noticed that the electron scattered as he yelled. He rested his head to the side and breathed heavy.

“I am not your puppet!” He yelled back at Rye. Rye was infuriated. He threw his arm back and prepared to strike him across his face. Jahase took a deep breath and yelled as loud as he could.

As the whip came down up him, Jahase yanked his arm from the gravitational bond of the ring and held up the ring on his wrist to block the whip. On contact, the ring and the whip shattered and the electrons than made them disappeared about the air.

Jahase fell to the ground, no longer having the support of the rings, as Rye block his face from electrons. Jahase took a second look at his scar and was able to heal it on command. H looked up just as Rye uncovered his face and looked him in his eyes.

“You filthy little monster,” He mumbled. Jahase saw him reach from the inside of his jacket and ran at him. He kicked him in his thigh and jumped off his leg, stepping on both his chest and his head, and leapt to the door.

The door opened as he approached it in the air and he hit the ground and rolled out into the hall. There three soldiers in back turned to look back at Jahase.

Before the soldiers could react, Jahase slammed on the button on the wall and dropped a wall between him and the soldiers. He then pushed off the wall where he moved to the other side and pressed the fire alarm, closing the door between him and Rye.

Now he was between solders and the doctor. He stood up and his hand claps around his ears as both the wall and the door took rapid gun fire. He looked at both side. The wall was cement and was going to give way and the door was bullet proof glass that was going to eventually shatter.

He looked down; he just wanted to get away. He didn’t know what to do.

He felt light headed. At first he thought that he began to