Story 635: The Blood Pact

The cavern flickered with the glow of burning torches, casting shadows against the jagged stone walls. General Viktor ‘Bloodfang’ Kruger stood in the center, his cold, unyielding gaze locked onto the trembling scientist before him. His red beret was darkened with bloodstains, and his knife gleamed menacingly in the dim light.

Dr. Sylvia "Plague Mistress" Voss knelt before him, her pristine lab coat now soaked in filth and sweat. She was breathing hard, her mind racing with calculations. The serum was working—too well.

“The latest batch,” she began, voice trembling, “is unstable. It’s spreading beyond containment. Your soldiers are mutating.”

Kruger’s jaw tightened. “Mutating?” His tone was cold, measured.

Voss swallowed. “Faster. Stronger. But… they’re becoming less controllable.”

A sick smile crept across Kruger’s face. “Perfect.”