hello guys and girls sorry for the delay I was busy moving house.
I hope you enjoy this chapter
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In a dimly lit workshop, tools hung from the ceiling like butcher's hooks. Scattered across the room were mutilated human bodies—some missing their lower halves, others with half of their heads replaced by crude mechanical implants. A few were so far gone, they no longer resembled anything human being and more like machines.
the smell of Blood in the air and oil stained the concrete floor. The air was thick with the stench of metal, death, and sterilized madness.
This grotesque laboratory was hidden not the woods but within Upstate University, a prestigious institution once known for nurturing the brightest minds and upholding truth. Now, it served as a mask—concealing horrors conducted by none other than D.A. Sinclair, a respected professor and researcher by day… a monster by night.
Sinclair stood hunched over his latest victim, a student abducted just days ago. The body lay in a state of agonizing limbo—not dead, not alive—barely clinging to some flicker of awareness. Sinclair's hands moved with precise obsession, peeling away skin and sinew, replacing limbs with cold, efficient machinery.
His lab coat was streaked with blood, his surgical mask damp with sweat. He didn't blink once as he inserted a synthetic heart into the chest cavity of the student, now more machine than man.
Fwwwt.
Sinclair let out a breath, swiping sweat from his forehead. The heart clicked once, then began to hum. A satisfied smirk crept onto his face beneath the mask.
Then—
From the darkest corner of the room, far from the singular, flickering overhead light…
A small shadow moved.
Sinclair froze, his hand tightening around the scalpel. A hint of distrust and a feeling of unease settled in his heart as he looked in the direction where the shadow had moved, slowly stepping back from the body he was working on.
And then—
Thump
suddenly a pair of glowing red eyes stared appeared Infront of his into cold, greyish-blue ones. They were unblinking. Unshaken. His body refused to move—for some reason he couldn't explain. Perhaps it was fear.
The eyes bore an unnatural design—something that should not exist, but did. A spiraling pinwheel, black as void, spinning within crimson sclera. The sight might have been beautiful, mesmerizing even, if not for the overwhelming dread crawling down his spine. Every instinct screamed at him to run.
He tried to move—only to realize he wasn't in his lab anymore, not under Upstate University. He was somewhere else.
Panic rose in his chest as he strained his neck to look around. His limbs were bound arms and legs stretched out in a cross-like position, shackled in place by black cuffs against rough wooden beams behind him. A crimson sky loomed overhead, and below him... a still, blood-red ocean.
'What is going on here?' he thought, breath growing shallow.
And then—he heard it.
Crisp footsteps of mental moving towards his direction could be heard.
Each one deliberate. Heavy with purpose. Followed by a voice—low, feminine, but filled with unshakable authority:
"Wow it worked."
He turned his eyes downward... and saw her.
The latest hero. The one who debuted only a few weeks ago.
Revan.
Clad in black Armour with her white air falling down on her back. She hold a black sword in her left hand as swing it a little water blow her rippling from the pressure of the sword. A crooked, unsettling smile playing on her lips.
Her glowing red eyes locked onto him as she stood calmly on the surface of the red water, staring up at him.
He wanted to ask her why he was here…But he couldn't.He couldn't even move his mouth.
A sudden, sharp pain tore across his stomach as Revan stabbed him without warning.
"For the next sixty minutes, you will experience the worst pain imaginable," she said coldly.
Then—another Revan appeared beside her.And stabbed him again.
Then another.And another.And another.
Each one an exact copy of her.Each one driving a blade into his body again, and again, and again.
He wanted to scream—but no sound came out.He wanted to beg them to stop—but he couldn't.He wanted to promise he'd never hurt anyone again—but no words would leave his lips.
The only thing he could do was cry, tears streaming down his face as the unrelenting stabbing continued.
— — —
Mari stood silently in front of Sinclair's real body. The professor was kneeling on the ground, his body trembling, tears streaming from his blank, unblinking eyes.
to his mind he could be in that state for 60 minutes but in the real world only 5 minutes as he mind could collapse and he could just become a disable person.
Why had she used Tsukuyomi instead of a standard genjutsu?
Well… she thought for a moment.
"Huh. What was the reason again?" she mumbled to herself."Oh yeah… because I could. And I wanted to test it on someone other than Insecure."
Her expression darkened slightly as her eyes flicked to the mutilated bodies suspended around the room.
But that wasn't all.
She also wanted to break him—to show him what true helplessness felt like, for trying to play god and destroy innocent lives in the name of science.
"I should call Cecil and have him picked up," she muttered, folding her arms as she stared at one of the bodies hanging silently in the air.
Her voice was quiet, but her resolve was absolute.
With a flick of her finger, a phone appeared in front of Mari.She grabbed it in one smooth motion and quickly made a call.
"Yo yo yo! This is your favorite minimum wage hero, Raven, reporting in~" she said cheerfully, twirling a lock of her white hair as she kick one of the robot part away in the distance
A long, tired sigh came from the other end of the line.
"What now?" Cecil's voice was gruff, and she could hear him pinching the bridge of his nose.
Mari smirked.
"Why do you sound like that? Don't tell me you don't like me," she teased, tilting her head
"Just get to the point, Revan," he grumbled.
"Ahhh, you're no fun… okay, fine. So—"
Later…
Cecil stood in the middle of the blood-stained workshop, his boots making soft squelching sounds on the floor.He slowly scanned the room—tools hanging from the ceiling, dismembered bodies suspended like grotesque puppets, the stench of old iron and rot thick in the air.
He let out a slow breath, rubbing his temple.
"This is worse but manageable ," he muttered to himself.
Behind him, Mari leaned casually against a blood-smeared wall, arms folded, lollipop in her mouth, looking completely unfazed.
Cecil squinted at her, clearly unimpressed.
"Where did you get that lollipop from? "He asked, deadpan.
Raven shrugged with the most exaggerated nonchalance she could muster.
"Magic."
"Right. Of course. Magic," he muttered, rubbing his temple again.
"Exactly!" she said cheerfully, popping the lollipop into her mouth with a dramatic click. "Finally, you're starting to get it, boss man."
"God help me."
"He can't. I already checked," she said with a smile, red eyes gleaming. "I'm all you've got."
Cecil shot her a side glance.
"And you're sure he's the one behind all this?"
" yes " she answers in heartbeat.
" You can ask him, I have break his mind to the point that he will answer and question you want him to answer " Reaven said while removing the half-broken lollipop from her mouth
Cecil raised a brow. But didn't ask more
There was silence for a moment as Cecil turned back toward Sinclair's trembling form, now slumped against the wall, mumbling broken words.
"We'll take him into custody. Officially, this place never existed. GDA will clean it up."
Mari nodded.
"Cool. I'll go wash the crazy off."And without waiting, she turned into dust of white smoke .
Meanwhile, the real Raven was thoroughly enjoying herself in the quiet solitude of a near-empty movie theater.
Seated comfortably, a near-empty bucket of popcorn in her lap. Dressed in a sleek black shirt under a soft, chestnut-brown coat, paired with crisp white jeans and a hazel-brown newsboy cap that hide her striking sown white hair, she looked like a stylish loner out for a quiet night. The round, tinted glasses she wore added a final touch—helping her blend in and hide the striking Golden eyes of her.
The movie on screen wasn't some high-octane action flick or emotionally layered indie drama—it was Animated Seacance Dog: The Movie, the long-awaited film adaptation of the lighthearted kids' comic series.
And Mari was enjoying it.
It was silly. Childish, even.
But it was safe. It was soft. It was peace.
She shifted a bit in her seat, her eyes glancing briefly at the quiet phone on the armrest beside her. No calls. No alerts. No fires to put out. For now.
"This is probably the last quiet day I'll have in a long time," she thought."Might as well let myself enjoy it."
BUZZZZZ
She sighed.
' she had jinx herself '
Pulling the phone up to eye level, she didn't even flinch when she saw the name:
[Cecil Stedman]
Of course.
She picked up with a tired voice, barely hiding her irritation."What."
Cecil's tone was flat but urgent, as always."There's an alien incursion in downtown. They're not subtle. Big, loud, and green. We need you."
She stood up, brushing the popcorn dust off her white jeans, and tugged her chestnut coat tighter over her frame. Casting a shadow over her annoyed expression. She adjusted her glasses with one finger and muttered:
"Of course it's aliens. Why wouldn't it be aliens?"
As she walked out of the dark theater, the sudden blast of mall lights stung her eyes. She blinked a few times, pulled her phone to her ear again, and said in a dry voice:
"So… what kind of aliens are we talking? if they have tentacles I not dealing with them "
Cecil's voice on the other end was tight and dry, but laced with urgency:
"they don't tentacles have. Just get downtown. Now."
Mari groaned quietly
"I'll be there."