Blue-Sky looked different at night. The building towered like a vampire's liar, its glass walls reflecting the city's dim glow. Logan stood across the street, hands jammed in his jacket, staring at the logo he’d passed a thousand times. Tonight, it felt different, heavier. Like it was haunted. Christopher was here, he knew it. The door slid open with a quiet hiss when he swiped his card at the side entrance. Inside, the halls were silent. The usual hum of daytime activity was gone, replaced by the soft buzz of fluorescent lights. Logan's boots echoed as he walked, every step heavy, as his mind kept reeling. He couldn't stop thinking about the Orb the pleiadian told him about. About Louis. About… Sonia? He shrugged. If someone was stealing elixir before it reached Greenville, and Crownfell's name kept surfacing then it's possible he was the culprit. Logan stepped off the elevator onto the lab floor. Christopher was there, just like he'd predicted. He was hun

Across the city, deep beneath Blue-Sky pharmaceuticals, alarms chimed softly. Christopher stood alone in the underground lab, staring at the screen as the genetic markers flared, and graphs surged violently. “Second time today,” he muttered, typing rapidly. Bold texts appeared on the screen. SUBJECT: LOGAN HALE ANOMALY STATUS: ACTIVE Christopher’s lips curled in a slow, dangerous smile. “So it's awakening,” he said quietly. A figure moved behind the glass wall. “We should proceed to phase two.” Christopher nodded, eyes fixed on the screen. “Yes,” he said. “Get the chamber prepared.” His gaze sharpened, obsession burning beneath it as he leaned closer. “Logan has no idea what he is yet.” …………… Logan's surroundings were a haze. His legs buckled, and he barely managed to lean against the wall, before sliding down. ‘What is this?’ . Whatever it was, it wasn't good. It left him vulnerable—too weak. Anyone could've harmed him right there as he was unconscious. As his vi

The door shut as they stormed in. Beth locked it quickly, sliding the bolt with trembling hands, before pressing his back against the wood. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he tried to control his breathing. The room was dim, lit only by a single lamp placed on a crooked table. Shadows stretched across the walls of the small apartment, flickering as the light buzzed faintly. Logan stood still near the doorway. His chest rose in slow, irregular motions. Blue light pulsed weakly just beneath his skin, fading in and out like smoldering embers. His fists clenched and unclenched at his sides, trembling with restrained energy. No one said anything for a moment. Untill… “You're… safe here. No one comes here, it's been abandoned for a long, long time,” Beth said, glancing once at Logan. Logan sniffled. His jaw was clenched. His eyes, which were still glowing faintly, were locked intently on the wall as if he could see through it. “They're making it,” he said quietly. Beth swallo

Logan's nights were a blur of restless thoughts, and last night was no exception. He’d waited for dawn, counting down the minutes until he could confront Sonia at Blue-Sky. He had suspected Christopher was the culprit, although he didn't want it to be true. But, Sonia… Why was she involved in all this? Beth’s soft snores filled the room, his head leaning against the crooked table. The lamp had gone out before the rising of the sun, plunging the room into darkness. As the sun rose, however, its rays spilled inside, casting a pale glow over everything. Logan shook his head, eyeing Beth's slumbering form. “I hope the rest of the resistance isn’t like this,” he muttered. He scribbled a quick note—meet me here by nightfall—and dropped it on the table. Then, he slipped out. As the elevator went up, Logan was finding it hard to breathe, his anxiety building with each floor. What if Sonia was deeply involved? He began to space the cramped space, mentally rehearsing his questio

The silence that followed was deafening. Sonia exhaled slowly, fiddling with the fabric of her dress. "Louis and I... weren't just friends," she began softly. "We were partners. Work partners—" she added quickly, as if anticipating the judgment in Logan's eyes. Logan said nothing, his gaze fixed on her, unwavering. "He supplied Blue-Sky with the elixir," she continued. "Not the imitated versions that are sold on the streets. The real ones. Clean ones. We used it to produce affordable medicine, so people won't have to sell their souls." Her voice faltered slightly. "That was the sole-purpose of Blue-sky." Sonia exhaled sharply. "Some men didn't like what we were doing." Logan's jaw tightened. "Crownfell?" "Amongst the list. Yes. They wanted control. More profit. They wanted the formula, so they can make it themselves. They triedd to bribe Louis to sell the formula to them, but he didn't pay mind to their greedy antics. They don't understand what the elixir is capable of." Logan