Blessed by Night

After Dr. ichaels realized that it was Malachi who had suddenly shown up in his lab, his frightened and panicked expression suddenly became much colder.

"Unbelievable... You are somehow much more revolting in person."

*Snap!*

With the greatest of ease, Malachi snapped the doctor's wrist and caused him to let out a pitiful wail.

"Doctor!"

As the second agent tried to rush and defend his idol, Manda lashed out of his own volition and bit the man's head clean off.

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As his body dropped to the floor limply, Malachi brought the needle dangerously close to the Doctor's eye.

"This'll work out better for you if you don't make me have to figure out what this does on my own. But I warn you, you're running out of time to tell me."

Dr. Michael's disgust only seemed to intensify more at every moment.

"We should have seen it all before... the power that you wielded when you first emerged was like nothing we had ever seen, so of course you had to be some kind of omen of ill fate.

From the beginning you had no interest in us. You thought yourself above our interaction.

Your only interests were in subsisting on the bodies of women twice your age while plotting our destruction. The human race will not be caught unawares again.

No matter the method or avenue we have to take, we will always move forward in our innovation to deal with deceitful creatures like you, even if we are- AAAGH!"

Malachi finally ran out of patience, and he took the syringe and plunged it right into the doctor's left eye.

As far as his scathing words went, Mal was relatively unconcerned with them.

There were times in his life where he had been told worse things by others and by himself.

But right now at the rate that things were going, he didn't have time for self loathing, and he didn't have time to listen to the raving of some bigoted madman.

The absolute only thing that mattered was the fact that Mal wanted to know exactly what was in the syringe.

And if the doctor didn't want to tell him, he could always find out for certain by observing it for himself.

Pressing down on the plunger, he released whatever foul concoction was in the chamber.

Mal watched the doctor writhe around on the floor in utter agony.

He folded his arms across his chest and waited patiently to see just what this mystery serum would do.

Several seconds went by, but Dr. Michaels was still rolling about on the ground while holding his eye.

He was in pain, but he wasn't in any more pain than the normal amount that somebody who was just stabbed in the eye would be in.

And it was at that moment where Malachi realized the gravity of what was in that syringe.

"That drug... it only works on blessed, doesn't it?"

Dr. Michaels continued to writhe around while groaning.

Malachi grabbed the doctor by the hair and lifted him up so that the two of them were looking eye-to-missing eye.

"What was that..?" Malachi asked through gritted teeth.

Dr. Michael's glared at him with the most hated expression that he could muster.

The doctor finally parted his lips to speak, but it absolutely wasn't anything that he wanted to hear.

"THIS IS RED SPARROW, WE HAVE A CODE CHARLIE- I REPEAT-" freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Malachi attempted to cover the doctor's mouth to stop him, but he was just a hair too slow.

Before he knew what was happening, the lights went red and a low alarm resounded throughout the building.

*Hostile entity confirmed. Beginning facility wide euthanasia protocol.*

From the vents in the ceiling, a misty white vapor began to leak into the rooms.

Malachi gave up his corporeal form and switched to his avatar one instead.

His first instinct was to grab the doctor by the neck and force him to stop whatever he had done.

However, the doctor only laughed in his face before he could ask anything.

"Don't bother… from the moment a breach is announced, novichok is dispersed throughout the entire facility, and any and all data is transmitted to the desks of the higher ups before it is deleted from the servers.

We are fully aware that a few of you have power over minds, so by design I could not stop it even if I wanted to."

At that moment, Malachi all but panicked when he realized that in his haste to stop the doctor, he neglected to protect the girl who was still strapped to the table in the room with them.

And he was almost positive that there were likely more helpless individuals in the building who were going to suffer as a result of his actions just now.

"Damn it…!"

Malachi turned around to pull the sleeping girl into the shadows when he was suddenly hit by a wave of golden energy.

When he looked back, he was both surprised and terrified by what he saw.

Leaning against the doorway while frowning was his baby sister; Aubrey.

A golden light was radiating off her body and made her look like a human torch.

As she glared at him, he could see her performing certain hand signs with her individual digits.

Unable to tell what she was doing, Malachi looked up at the ceiling.

The vapor was no longer falling like it should have been.

Upon further inspection,he finally noticed that the clock was no longer ticking, and the good doctor had stopped complaining.

"So you learned how to stop time, huh..? That's pretty cool… must just be for the building and those in it though, right?"

Aubrey didn't answer and the finally started walking towards Malachi.

Since they were children, the two of them had a fairly good relationship and only fought on super rare occasions.

And since their parents died and Aubrey was attacked, they hadn't fought at all.

But Malachi knew just by the look in his sister's eyes that their long streak of goodwill was about to end.

Contrary to his expectations, his sister didn't hit him, nor did she yell at him.

She simply spoke to him in that same icy cold voice that she used when he accidentally broke her tiara when he was nine.

"Everyone keeps saying that we need to give you time and be patient because you're going through some things, but I have reached the end of my grace period with you, Malachi. Sit down, we need to talk."