Heh~
Back in the villa living room, Ivan looked at the disconnected call on his phone and smirked. He tossed it onto the sofa.
Holander’s weakness? He narrowed his eyes. Now was definitely not the ti to bring Soldier Boy into the picture.
That bastard was just as unstable as Holander — another bomb he couldn’t control. Dealing with one was already a headache. No need to add a second. And trying to steal his powers right now would be pointless.
He still hadn’t even gotten his hands on Holander’s abilities yet.
Ivan pulled up the system panel.
[Blazing Wings fusion in progress. Current progress: 96%]
He turned and headed down to the basent.
Two large bulges started growing on his back. Once he reached the empty underground space, the bulges twisted and stretched into a pair of arms.
Woosh!
In a flash, they exploded outward with countless sharp bone thorns that ford two massive, terrifying wings spanning several ters.
"Cool.."
Ivan wrapped his wings around two training dummies nearby. Thick black smoke poured out, and within seconds both dummies lted into puddles of dark liquid.
He flicked his wings hard, slinging the sticky black goo away.
Then he walked over to a table holding several iron cages. Inside were white mice he’d bought for testing.
The mice sensed him coming and huddled together, trembling.
"Controlling other creatures through blood works, but there are limits." Ivan held his hand over one cage. A thin red thread of blood dripped from his fingertip.
The mont it touched the mouse, the blood thread wriggled like it was alive and burrowed straight into the animal’s body.
At first, nothing happened. Then the mouse started convulsing violently before collapsing onto the wood shavings.
A few seconds later it staggered back to its feet. Its movents were stiff, but it was moving.
"Still not enough."
Ivan dropped a second thread of blood into another mouse. This one perked up right away, moving almost normally.
His blood carried pieces of his consciousness. The more he injected, the more natural the control beca. But once the blood left his body, it was like a plant without roots — it would eventually fade away.
The stronger the target, the more blood it took. Sothing like Holander would probably drain him dry and only give him a few seconds of control at best. His own consciousness and cellular level just weren’t strong enough yet.
He could also possess people directly, but the host usually ended up brain dead.
Overall, Ivan saw real potential in this power. If he could fuse more blood-related abilities, it would beco a lot more complete.
...
anwhile.
Starlight bought a late-night train ticket and headed back to Des Moines. She needed to hear the truth from her mother’s own mouth.
After pushing hard, her mom finally broke and told her everything.
The second she learned she really was just another Vought lab experint, Starlight’s entire worldview shattered.
All those years of believing she was God’s chosen child turned into a sick fucking joke.
She felt completely lost and nauseous at the sa ti. She saw herself as nothing more than a synthetic freak.
"How much did they pay you?" Starlight demanded, staring at her mother.
"They didn’t pay . Just covered the basic dical bills," her mother said, shaking her head.
"Why?" Starlight asked, confused.
"Because they promised you’d get to live an extraordinary life. Powerful, successful, special." Her mother reached out to stroke Starlight’s hair. "What parent wouldn’t want that for their child..."
Starlight slapped her hand away. "You made believe I was chosen by God!"
"Aren’t you? God brought Vought to our door. That’s how you were born."
Staring at her mother, who had sold her out for vanity and a shot at fa, Starlight’s rage boiled over.
She scread at her, voice cracking with fury. Her eyes burned with betrayal. Every excuse and apology from her mother sounded like complete bullshit.
Finally, Starlight stord out of the house.
...
Early the next morning.
Holander pushed open the door to Ivan’s office and dropped several clear photos of Butcher and the others on the desk.
"Greevs, according to Vought’s investigation, these are the real bastards behind Translucent’s murder. I want you to put them on every watchlist online. The second anyone spots them, you report it straight to ."
"No problem." Ivan picked up the photos. They were high-quality full-body shots. He had no idea where Holander dug them up from.
"Make it quick," Holander said coldly.
"Trust the power of the internet."
Ivan smiled and gathered up the photos.
"By the way, there’s a video circulating online. It got banned fast but people are still talking about it." Ivan glanced at his computer screen.
"You an the one where the super-terrorist wiped out that SEAL team?" Holander flashed his perfect, all-Arican smile. He stood by the floor-to-ceiling window with his hands behind his back, looking pretty damn pleased with himself.
Ivan nodded. "Yeah. So people are already questioning Vought. If these are God’s children, why the hell are they turning into terrorists?"
Holander frowned and turned back to Ivan. "Can you track the IP addresses of those people?"
"I can, but there are a lot of them. It’ll take so ti to pull them all."
"Hmm. Forget it. Hunting them down one by one is too much hassle. Handle the whole thing yourself. Shut those assholes up as fast as possible." With the military bill about to pass, Holander didn’t want any extra noise.
"Even Jesus had Judas among his disciples. Makes sense that so of God’s children turned out rotten too, right?" Ivan said with a light chuckle.
"Wow. You are good. You truly are good." Holander smiled and placed a hand on Ivan’s shoulder, clearly satisfied.
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