All Chapters of PREDATOR : Chapter 1
- Chapter 10
12 chapters
chapter one
Today was going to be a day to be remembered for Dennis Lawson. A student who had always been ridiculed and laughed at, Dennis watched as most of the students walked straight into the auditorium, whispering and talking in jest. The auditorium had never been this full. Students filled every seat. Teachers stood along the walls. Even members of the board were present. These were people who never showed up unless money or prestige was involved. And today? It was both. Dennis Lawson stood backstage, his fingers clenched tightly around the edge of his presentation file. His gaze scanned the number of people in front of him. In fright, he wiped the sweat gathering on his chin. He could hear their murmurs, excitement, and anticipation. For once… it wasn’t about Jack Voss. "Dennis," a voice called from behind him. He turned sharply. Professor Hale, a man in his early forties, stood behind him, arms folded, his expression unreadable as always. "It's time,” the professor said. De
chapter two
Dennis felt like his lungs were going to collapse. The hallway was quiet. He walked without direction, his steps uneven, his breathing shallow. The applause still echoed faintly behind him. Each clap reminded him that everything he had built now belonged to someone else. “…Okay,” he muttered again, though the word felt hollow even to him. A soft chuckle answered him. Dennis froze. Slowly, he lifted his gaze—and there he was. Jack Voss leaned against the wall ahead, relaxed as ever, with Maya standing beside him. This time… she was smiling. “Haven’t you done enough? What do you want?” Dennis asked, his voice laced with anger. “You were supposed to have my back. You were my girlfriend.” Jack pushed himself off the wall, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Ex-girlfriend,” he corrected casually. “Relax, Lawson. We’re just here to congratulate you.” For a moment, Dennis thought he misheard him. He let out a hollow laugh. “Congratulate me?” “Of course,” Maya said lightly, tilting her h
chapter three
A sweet fragrance drifted into Dennis’s nose. His senses felt sharper—too sharp. Even the softness of the pillow beneath his head sent an unfamiliar chill down his spine, like his body no longer recognized comfort. The air smelled clean and expensive, carrying a faint scent of cologne and polished wood. His eyes snapped open. “Where… am I?” The words came out strained as he pushed himself upright from the bed. His movements were unsteady, his breathing uneven. The room was massive, clean, and luxurious. Everything about it screamed wealth. Dark marble floors reflected the morning light spilling through the curtains, while expensive furniture sat untouched around him like something out of a movie. Then— Knock. Knock. The sound hit him like a trigger. Dennis’s heart began to race violently. His vision blurred slightly as he stared at the door, his chest tightening almost instantly. “W-Who is that?” he asked, clutching his chest. “Miles? Are you awake?” a feminine voice cal
chapter four
The world hadn’t moved on. It had simply forgotten him. Miles stood at the edge of the crowd, his eyes fixed on the white coffin at the center. His mother’s cries cut through everything. His hands clenched at his sides, his chest tightening with every broken word she forced out. “Dennis…! My son… please wake up…!” Her voice trembled, raw and shattered. Miles felt the sting behind his eyes, but he forced it down before it could show. His body leaned forward—just slightly. He took a step forward. Just one. That was all it would take. To go to her. To tell her he was alive. To stop her from crying like that. But he couldn’t. Not with his new face. No one was going to believe he was standing right in front of his own dead body. His jaw tightened. “I’m right here,” he whispered, the words barely leaving his lips. She couldn’t hear him. She wouldn’t believe him. Not like this. Pain coiled tightly in his chest—but then something shifted. A strange sensation passed through him.
chapter five
Miles stood still as Kyle’s body hit the ground with a dull, lifeless thud. For a moment, he didn’t move, didn’t think. Just… stood there. His gaze remained fixed on his hand. His fingers trembled slightly as faint embers flickered across his skin—then faded into nothing. “What did I just do?” he whispered. His voice sounded unfamiliar, even to himself. Behind him, one of the boys staggered back, his face pale. “H-he just—” his voice shook violently. “Kyle… Kyle’s not moving. Is he dead?” The other didn’t respond. He turned and ran. His footsteps echoed loudly down the hallway until they disappeared completely. Miles didn’t chase. He was still in shock and was still processing what just happened. He only wanted to make him feel it. Just a fraction of it. His brows furrowed slightly as a thought crossed his mind. Does taking someone’s ability… kill them? “—ngh…” His body suddenly gave out. Miles dropped to one knee, clutching his chest tightly. Heat surged inside him. “
chapter six
Blackthorn Academy had changed overnight. The news of what happened to Kyle had spread all through Blackthorn Academy. Most students whispered more quietly now. Hallways that were usually filled with arrogant laughter carried something different instead. Fear. “Kyle still can’t use it?” “I’m serious! I heard he tried three times during combat class and nothing happened.” “That’s impossible…” “Unless his awakening burned out.” "I heard he bought it for a large sum of money." “No way. That only happens during ability collapse.” “Well, something definitely happened.” Miles walked past the students silently, his hands tucked into the pockets of his black uniform. Conversations died almost instantly whenever his cold gaze drifted toward them. He noticed it wondering why they seemed to be scared of him. People moved out of his way without realizing they were doing it. “Interesting,” he murmured. Inside his head, the mechanical voice answered immediately.
chapter seven
The flame hovering above Miles’ palm twisted violently before disappearing into the thin air. The room was silent once again but Miles no longer felt at ease. Miles leaned back slowly against his chair, staring at the glowing list still floating before his eyes. Kyle Vane. Marcus Reed. Professor Hale. Jack Voss. His gaze narrowed slightly at the second name. Marcus Reed. Unlike Kyle, Marcus wasn’t weak. Dennis remembered him clearly. Third-year student. Combat Division. Ranked within Blackthorn Academy’s Top Fifty awakened students. Worse—Marcus had been in the basement too. Miles could still remember the sound of Marcus laughing while the flames spread. His jaw tightened instantly. “Tell me about him,” Miles muttered. [ Marcus Reed ] [ Ability Class: Reinforcement-Type ] [ Rank: B-Class Awakener ] [ Threat Assessment: Dangerous ] Miles frowned slightly. “B-Class?” The system responded immediately. [ Awakening hierarchy acknowledged ] [ Ra
chapter eight
The night air outside Blackthorn Academy felt colder than usual. Not because of the weather but because of what Miles had just heard. “Research project…” The words kept repeating in his mind like a broken recording. He walked without direction at first, his footsteps slow against the empty road leading away from the academy gates. For the first time since waking up in this body, he wasn’t thinking about power. Or Jack Or the system. He was thinking about his mother. “I need to see her,” Miles muttered under his breath. [ Suggestion: Proceed with caution ] “I didn’t ask for your fucking permission." he yelled into the night. There was a brief silence. No more system responses. Just the sound of his footsteps. * The old Lawson apartment building stood at the edge of the lower district like it had been forgotten by time itself. Broken streetlights flickered above the narrow walkway. Miles stood at the entrance for a long moment, staring upward. He remembered everything.
Chapter nine
The silence in the apartment was suffocating. Miles stared at the man without blinking. The collector's smirk hadn't faded. If anything, it had grown wider—the kind of smile worn by someone who believed they had just uncovered something valuable. "Is that so?" Miles replied. His voice came out steady. The man tilted his head slightly. "Relax. I'm not accusing you of anything." He glanced briefly at Miles' mother, then back. "I'm just saying… it's strange. The way you paid without hesitation. The way you looked at her." He paused. "The way you're looking at me right now." Miles said nothing. The second man shifted uncomfortably near the doorway. "Let's go. We have what we came for." But the first man didn't move. His eyes narrowed slowly. "You know what's funny about Dennis Lawson?" he continued casually. "The kid never once cried. Not once. Every time we came to collect, he'd just stand there and stare at us exactly like you're doing now." He let out a quiet laugh. "Used t
chapter ten
Miles could barely think. He hated the fact he had to feel what Dennis felt when he was about to die. But he couldn't deny the fact that he felt his helplessness and, of course, his anger, which he kind of felt was a good thing. Each time Dennis was angered, Miles felt powerful, or was it Dennis? A part of him was split in half. One part was Robertson and the other part was Lawson. He grabbed his head as he journeyed back home. Miles knew who his enemies were, but then, he never really got in the way of Jack Voss. Ever since the academy started to manifest its power, Miles never cared. All he did was try and buy the power he wanted, but funnily, he couldn't even buy it. The system came back to him as an anomaly. But now, he was a predator! A system that could steal the power of anybody he wanted. Also, a part of him felt betrayed. If his father, or was it his mother, had somehow manipulated Dennis Lawson's project, then he needed to know why. Each time Miles dives i