63Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrS6lj3t90m"W-what kind of experiment?" Eilara stammered. The air in the room suddenly felt thin, as if someone were squeezing the breath from her lungs. Her thoughts raced in a thousand different directions, none of them leading to an answer that made sense.
"Just an attempt to break a code," Professor Alark explained calmly.
"Way to explain something just to make it more confusing," the boy sneered.
Professor Alark leaned back with a shrug. "It’s a pattern students have," he continued. "So, I borrowed you guys to find a hole in that code."
Lady Shor nodded, a sharp, knowing glint in her eyes. "When he told me his plan, I was in. I mean, isn't it the best plan ever? Experimenting on an experiment?"
"Experiment?" Eilara’s voice was a harsh scoff. "We aren’t experiments!"
"Heh," Lady Shor chirped gleefully. "He isn't. You are."
The room went cold. Professor Alark looked at Eilara with a clinical sort of pity. "Your parents wanted something special for some... rubbish reasons. They sacrificed themselves to a DNA specialist and a group of scientists. They had you manufactured exactly as they wanted—not the way nature intended. But that group was later reported as untrustworthy. They turned you into something else... something to help him."
Eilara stared down at her hands, her skin suddenly feeling like a stranger’s. "Who did this?" she whispered.
"I don't know who you mean, but—" Lady Shar started.
SLAM! Eilara’s fist collided with the desk as she bolted upright, looming over Lady Shor. "I asked who did this!" she cried. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, hot and stinging, but she blinked them back with a vengeance. She refused to let a single tear fall in front of Lady Shor.
"Woah!" Lady Shor retreated slightly, her smirk faltering. "Chill down. We have no idea who your parents are or who the group members were. But we do know the name of the organization: The Unseen. Their leader goes by the name 'Tricks.'"
"Tricks," Eilara spat the name like venom. "I will kill him. I'll destroy him and every one of his minions."
The boy stood up beside her, gently taking Eilara’s hand. "Don't be so... cliché, I guess is the word. You're better than a revenge trope." He paused, offering a small, lopsided smile. "By the way, my name’s Zedrick Seriumnear."
Professor Alark clapped his hands loudly, shattering the tension. "We've gotten very off-track!" he barked, checking his watch. "It’s 7:00 AM. You lot should get going to your classes."
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Eilara didn't say another word. She gave a stiff nod of goodbye to Zedrick, threw a final, icy glare at Lady Shor, and stormed out of the office into the morning light.63Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAsbF2nRcOU
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