Fake love

The New World

After Martin and John began their journey, John took Martin to his base. Martin was astonished; in a world ravaged by destruction, how could there be a place like this? His eyes widened at the sight of a well-developed and developing area. As John drove the car to the experimental lab, Martin noticed teens with guns everywhere, standing guard.

"Follow me," John said, parking the car. They walked inside the lab, and there, a beautiful teen girl was working on a motor. Martin was shocked to see his sister, Rose. John's voice called out, "Rose."

She turned, her eyes lighting up with excitement as she saw John. Then her gaze shifted to Martin, and tears filled her eyes. "Brother, brother!" she cried, running and hugging Martin tightly. Martin's eyes also welled up as he embraced her. John watched the emotional reunion, a smirk playing on his lips.

Once they calmed down, John began explaining to Rose how he had met Martin. "You two have a lot to catch up on," John said, leaving them alone. As he walked away, he thought, *My plan is working perfectly. Rose will become my most loyal follower, never betraying me*.

Martin, still holding Rose, asked, "What are you doing here? How is this place so developed in a world falling apart?"

Rose explained, "John saved all the kids here. He's given us hope and a future." Inside, Rose's admiration for John was growing.

A Leader's Charm

That night, as John was sitting alone, Rose approached him. "Come in, Rose. Why are you standing there?" he asked, seeing her hesitation.

With a smile and tears in her eyes, Rose said, "I am so thankful to have such a leader like you. Thank you so much, John."

John smiled warmly. "It's nothing, Rose. If I didn't do this, how could I call myself a leader?"

Rose sat next to him. "It's a beautiful night, isn't it, Rose?"

"Yes, it's very beautiful," she replied softly.

"I'm going to sleep now. See you in the morning," John said, standing up.

"Goodnight," Rose whispered, watching him leave. As John walked away, he thought, *My plan is so successful. Rose has already fallen for me*.

 Training the Future

The next morning, John approached Martin. "As per our deal, you need to train my boys in firearms, physical combat, and stealth. Make them stronger."

Steve, the head of security, approached them. "This is Steve. He is in charge of security," John introduced.

"Okay, I will help," Martin agreed.

With Martin's trust in John growing, John's future seemed more powerful and secure. The next day, John awoke to the sound of a large group running. He looked outside to see his soldiers training under Martin's supervision. Steve greeted him, "Good morning, sir."

"Good morning, Steve," John replied.

"Mr. Martin is training our boys well. It's impressive to see how he teaches them about firearms, stealth, and martial arts. Our army is becoming stronger," Steve reported.

"Yes, Steve. As we discussed, we need to capture those teenagers and eliminate the adults soon. Keep spying on them," John instructed.

"Yes, sir. I'll take my leave," Steve said, departing.

Rose arrived as Steve left. "Good morning, John."

"Oh, Rose. Good morning," John replied.

"I made breakfast for you today," Rose said, her eyes shining with affection.

"Wow, it looks delicious. Thank you, Rose," John said, knowing how deeply she had fallen for him. *Using her love for my plans is going to be so fun*, he thought.

After breakfast, John went to observe the training. What he saw amazed him. Martin was drilling the soldiers with military precision. Martin noticed him and shouted, "Salute our leader!"

The soldiers snapped to attention and saluted. "Good work, everyone. Continue your training," John commanded, satisfied.

Martin approached him. "You have trustworthy soldiers, John."

"Yes, Martin. Thanks to you," John replied, his mind already plotting his next move. The future looked bright for John, with a loyal army and devoted followers at his command.

**Chapter Four: The Power Within**

John moved towards Rose, calling her over. "Rose, come here and sit," he said. Rose blushed and sat beside him. John began to explain, "When I went to find the electric factory, which has both solar power and windmills, I found your brother there. I also found the blueprints of the facility. Have a look."

Rose took the blueprints and gasped. "If we use this source, we can have infinite electricity!" she exclaimed.

"Yes, but there's a problem," John said, his tone growing serious.

"What is it?" Rose asked, her brows furrowing in concern.

"The wires have been torn up. We need huge wires to build and connect everything," John explained.

"Do you have the blueprints for the wires?" Rose inquired.

John nodded. "Yes, I have them."

Rose studied the prints carefully. "If my guess is right, they should have a storage area where extra wires and other materials are stored. I need some time to learn how this works," she said thoughtfully.

John handed her some instruction manuals. "Here, these will help."

"I'll study these within a week and prepare everything," Rose promised.

"Okay. In the meantime, I'll prepare the walls and guards for the place," John said.

They nodded in agreement. Then, Rose asked hesitantly, "John, have you ever had a crush or been in love?"

John paused, then answered, "Hmm, yes, I had. But now, they're gone."

Rose's face dulled with disappointment. "Who was it?" she asked softly.

"My parents," John replied, his voice tinged with sadness. "I don't have them anymore."

Rose's heart ached for him. "Don't worry, John. I will always be here for you," she said, her voice filled with sincerity and love. She hugged him, trying to comfort him.

John smiled inwardly, thinking, *It's so easy to make her fall for me*. He faked a cry, hugging her back. "Thank you, Rose. Thanks for the good work you've done," he said, wiping his eyes.

As John left, Rose watched him, feeling her love for him deepen. In her mind, he was becoming her new partner, the one she would always stand by.

As John left Rose, he suddenly saw a baby covered in blood walking towards him. He froze, his heart pounding. In a blink, the baby was gone. "It can't be," he muttered. "Not that dream again. I need to forget it. I still can't forget it. Fuck."

He walked away, tense and on edge, the memory replaying in his mind: the same blood-covered baby stumbling towards him. John slapped his face. "No, no. I can't remember that incident. I need to forget it. I need to forget it, for fuck's sake."

Voices from the past echoed in his ears. His parents' scolding and crying rang out, "What have you done, John? You're a monster. You're not our kid. You're a devil!"

John shouted, "No, Mom! I'm sorry. Please forgive me!"

He woke up, drenched in sweat, realizing it was a nightmare. But the inner voice persisted, "The things you have done cannot be forgotten, John. They will keep following you."

In his mind, he saw James, his little brother, and the little girl he had killed. They spoke in unison, "Yes, John. We will keep coming towards you and make sure you join us."

John yelled, "Shut the fuck up!" His voice echoed in the empty room. "No one can kill me unless I kill myself," he muttered, the suspense of who the baby was haunting him.

 Secrets and Shadows

John tried to shake off the unsettling images as he returned to his quarters. The base was eerily quiet, the only sound the faint hum of machinery. He sat on the edge of his bed, his mind racing. Who was that baby? Why does this memory haunt me so? He buried his face in his hands, trying to block out the relentless memories.

The past kept clawing its way into his present. He remembered the first time he saw the baby, lying in a pool of blood, the cries of his parents echoing in his ears. "You're a monster, John. You're not our child."

The nightmare was always the same. The baby would walk towards him, its tiny hands reaching out, eyes wide with innocence and fear. Each time, John felt the same gut-wrenching horror and guilt. I need to forget. I need to move on, he told himself, but the ghosts of his past refused to let him go.

The next morning, the air was thick with tension. Steve approached John, a determined look on his face. "It's time for our action, sir," he said.

John nodded, a steely resolve in his eyes. "Prepare everything. I'll get ready," he replied, heading towards his quarters to change.

Standing before the mirror, John saw his reflection. Suddenly, the mirror seemed to ripple and flow with blood. From the crimson depths, James appeared, his face twisted in anguish. "Are you still going to kill more?" James's voice echoed in John's mind.

John blinked, taking a deep breath. "I'm going to send some companions to you, James. To heaven or hell, wherever you are," he muttered to himself.

James's image spoke again, a haunting whisper. "Was I not enough? You killed me, John."

John clenched his fists, his gaze hardening. "I still need to grow and become stronger, James. I will kill more to achieve that. Don't worry, I'm only going to kill some adults," he said, his voice devoid of emotion.

As James's apparition faded away, the blood in the mirror disappeared. John's eyes, once bright, turned dark and hollow, reflecting the coldness seeping into his soul. He opened the door, his demeaner now that of a man hardened by purpose and driven by a relentless ambition.