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Chapter 8 - CH 7: Run With Bloodstained Hands

Chaos.

The moment Kyle's power surged back into him, the room exploded into a storm of red.

Blood—his own blood—ripped free from the shattered extraction chamber, twisting into razor-sharp tendrils that lashed out like whips. The assistants barely had time to scream before they were torn away, crashing into walls, tables, and each other.

Kyle's vision blurred, but the rush of power anchored him. His body screamed in agony, but he didn't care.

Move. Now.

His restraints were gone. His body—though wrecked from the torture—felt alive again. The familiar pulse of his blood danced under his skin, answering his command.

He turned to Gia.

She was still shackled, eyes wide with a mix of fear and relief.

"Hold on," Kyle rasped, voice raw.

A single flick of his fingers—his blood responded.

The chains snapped.

Gia collapsed forward, and he lunged, catching her before she hit the ground. Her breathing was unsteady, but she was awake.

"Kyle…" Her voice was hoarse, her hands weakly gripping his jacket.

He forced a smirk. "Yeah, yeah, I know. I look like shit."

Gia let out a weak laugh—then winced.

His expression darkened. She was hurt. They'd probably done something to her while he was unconscious.

Rage burned in his veins.

But now wasn't the time.

Footsteps. More of them.

An alarm blared in the facility, red lights flashing overhead.

"Contain Subject Zero immediately! Lethal force is authorized!"

Kyle gritted his teeth.

They were not getting captured again.

He shifted Gia against his side, gripping her waist. "Come on. We're getting out of here."

Gia gave him a weak nod. "Let's go."

They ran.

Through the Fire

The facility was a maze of white walls, sterile and suffocating, but Kyle's instincts pushed him forward.

Armed guards poured in from every hallway, rifles raised.

"Stand down!"

Kyle smirked. Not a chance.

With a flick of his hand, blood spears erupted from the floor, impaling the first wave of soldiers. Screams echoed as crimson splattered the walls.

Faster. Keep moving.

Kyle pulled Gia along, his own body screaming in protest, but he didn't stop.

He heard more guards ahead—blocking the exit.

Kyle grinned.

Fine. If they wanted a fight—

His shadow blurred.

The moment the guards aimed, blood blades tore through their throats.

Kyle didn't stop running.

Breaking Out

They burst into the open air.

The facility had been underground, but the exit led to a fenced-off loading bay. The night sky stretched above them, but their freedom was far from secured.

Helicopters hovered overhead.

Searchlights blinded them.

More guards flooded in.

"GET DOWN!"

A barrage of bullets rained toward them.

Kyle barely had time to react—his blood rushed outward, forming a solid crimson shield. Bullets slammed into it, stopped mid-air.

Kyle growled. He was running out of strength. The extraction had drained him too much.

But they were so damn close.

Gia suddenly yanked on his arm. "Kyle! Over there—!"

She pointed to a row of motorcycles parked near a supply truck.

Kyle's grin was wolfish.

"Good eye, princess."

They sprinted for the bikes.

Guards rushed to intercept them—too late. Kyle vaulted over a crate, landing onto the seat of a sleek black motorcycle.

Gia jumped onto the one beside him.

"You know how to ride that?" Kyle asked.

Gia shot him a look. "You're seriously asking me that now?"

He barked out a laugh.

More gunfire.

Kyle grabbed the handles. "Hang on, Gia—we're out of here."

He twisted the throttle.

The engine roared to life.

The guards dived out of the way as Kyle gunned it, the tires screeching against the pavement. Gia was right beside him, her own bike tearing through the chaos.

Bullets chased them, but Kyle's blood lashed out, blocking the shots midair.

The fence loomed ahead.

Kyle didn't slow down.

"Hope you're ready to jump," he said.

Gia just grinned. "Always."

Together, they hit the ramp at full speed.

The bikes soared over the fence—over the gunfire, over the flashing lights—

And into the darkness beyond.

Freedom… For Now

They didn't stop riding until they were miles away.

The city lights blurred into the distance, the scent of blood and smoke fading with the wind.

Kyle finally pulled into an abandoned warehouse, the bikes skidding to a stop.

He barely swung his leg off before his knees gave out.

"Kyle!" Gia caught him before he hit the ground.

His breath was ragged, his skin pale. His whole body ached, his vision swam.

Gia kneeled beside him, her hands shaking. "You're hurt."

Kyle chuckled weakly. "What else is new?"

Her eyes burned.

She touched his cheek, her thumb brushing against dried blood. "Kyle… they almost killed you."

His smirk softened. "Yeah. But they didn't."

Gia didn't say anything. She just leaned in, resting her forehead against his.

For a moment, they just breathed.

For the first time in days, they weren't in chains.

For the first time in forever, they were free.

But Kyle knew it wouldn't last.

They were still being hunted.

And now… he had a score to settle.

His fingers curled into fists.

The Order would pay.

And he was going to make sure they bled for it.

Chaos.

The moment Kyle's power surged back into him, the room exploded into a storm of red.

Blood—his own blood—ripped free from the shattered extraction chamber, twisting into razor-sharp tendrils that lashed out like whips. The assistants barely had time to scream before they were torn away, crashing into walls, tables, and each other.

Kyle's vision blurred, but the rush of power anchored him. His body screamed in agony, but he didn't care.

Move. Now.

His restraints were gone. His body—though wrecked from the torture—felt alive again. The familiar pulse of his blood danced under his skin, answering his command.

He turned to Gia.

She was still shackled, eyes wide with a mix of fear and relief.

"Hold on," Kyle rasped, voice raw.

A single flick of his fingers—his blood responded.

The chains snapped.

Gia collapsed forward, and he lunged, catching her before she hit the ground. Her breathing was unsteady, but she was awake.

"Kyle…" Her voice was hoarse, her hands weakly gripping his jacket.

He forced a smirk. "Yeah, yeah, I know. I look like shit."

Gia let out a weak laugh—then winced.

His expression darkened. She was hurt. They'd probably done something to her while he was unconscious.

Rage burned in his veins.

But now wasn't the time.

Footsteps. More of them.

An alarm blared in the facility, red lights flashing overhead.

"Contain Subject Zero immediately! Lethal force is authorized!"

Kyle gritted his teeth.

They were not getting captured again.

He shifted Gia against his side, gripping her waist. "Come on. We're getting out of here."

Gia gave him a weak nod. "Let's go."

They ran.

Through the Fire

The facility was a maze of white walls, sterile and suffocating, but Kyle's instincts pushed him forward.

Armed guards poured in from every hallway, rifles raised.

"Stand down!"

Kyle smirked. Not a chance.

With a flick of his hand, blood spears erupted from the floor, impaling the first wave of soldiers. Screams echoed as crimson splattered the walls.

Faster. Keep moving.

Kyle pulled Gia along, his own body screaming in protest, but he didn't stop.

He heard more guards ahead—blocking the exit.

Kyle grinned.

Fine. If they wanted a fight—

His shadow blurred.

The moment the guards aimed, blood blades tore through their throats.

Kyle didn't stop running.

Breaking Out

They burst into the open air.

The facility had been underground, but the exit led to a fenced-off loading bay. The night sky stretched above them, but their freedom was far from secured.

Helicopters hovered overhead.

Searchlights blinded them.

More guards flooded in.

"GET DOWN!"

A barrage of bullets rained toward them.

Kyle barely had time to react—his blood rushed outward, forming a solid crimson shield. Bullets slammed into it, stopped mid-air.

Kyle growled. He was running out of strength. The extraction had drained him too much.

But they were so damn close.

Gia suddenly yanked on his arm. "Kyle! Over there—!"

She pointed to a row of motorcycles parked near a supply truck.

Kyle's grin was wolfish.

"Good eye, princess."

They sprinted for the bikes.

Guards rushed to intercept them—too late. Kyle vaulted over a crate, landing onto the seat of a sleek black motorcycle.

Gia jumped onto the one beside him.

"You know how to ride that?" Kyle asked.

Gia shot him a look. "You're seriously asking me that now?"

He barked out a laugh.

More gunfire.

Kyle grabbed the handles. "Hang on, Gia—we're out of here."

He twisted the throttle.

The engine roared to life.

The guards dived out of the way as Kyle gunned it, the tires screeching against the pavement. Gia was right beside him, her own bike tearing through the chaos.

Bullets chased them, but Kyle's blood lashed out, blocking the shots midair.

The fence loomed ahead.

Kyle didn't slow down.

"Hope you're ready to jump," he said.

Gia just grinned. "Always."

Together, they hit the ramp at full speed.

The bikes soared over the fence—over the gunfire, over the flashing lights—

And into the darkness beyond.

Freedom… For Now

They didn't stop riding until they were miles away.

The city lights blurred into the distance, the scent of blood and smoke fading with the wind.

Kyle finally pulled into an abandoned warehouse, the bikes skidding to a stop.

He barely swung his leg off before his knees gave out.

"Kyle!" Gia caught him before he hit the ground.

His breath was ragged, his skin pale. His whole body ached, his vision swam.

Gia kneeled beside him, her hands shaking. "You're hurt."

Kyle chuckled weakly. "What else is new?"

Her eyes burned.

She touched his cheek, her thumb brushing against dried blood. "Kyle… they almost killed you."

His smirk softened. "Yeah. But they didn't."

Gia didn't say anything. She just leaned in, resting her forehead against his.

For a moment, they just breathed.

For the first time in days, they weren't in chains.

For the first time in forever, they were free.

But Kyle knew it wouldn't last.

They were still being hunted.

And now… he had a score to settle.

His fingers curled into fists.

The Order would pay.

And he was going to make sure they bled for it.

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