|The Perfect Killing Machine|

[United States- Gratus Building.

Date- 20.09.2037

Agent - Night-slay

Status - Alive.]

(As Aiden wields a dagger in one hand, and an SMG in another, three of the five Security Personnel start shooting their gunblade. Aiden gets ready and starts dashing towards them, dodging or slashing any bullet which rushes to him. As he gets close to them, He immediately strikes, getting rid of two of them, heads blown, while the third one uses Aiden's blind spot to strike at him)

Aiden- Oh!

*Blocks the blow by a near inch*

Nice one...

*The security seems to be empowered by some sort of steroid. Aiden barely keeps up with his full force, as his gunblade slowly starts to overpower Aiden.*

Aiden- At this rate...oh shit...

(Meanwhile the remaining two security swiftly move behind Aiden, ready to deal a fatal blow. Aiden being already busy with barely blocking the slowly overpowering strike, seems to smile as he schemes an outplay)

Aiden- You think you're so smart...

*Aiden lets the security overpower him. As soon as the two behind Aiden strike, Aiden suddenly removes his block, and moves to his right, making the security lose balance and stumble forward. Getting in the way, the two securities who originally wanted to strike Aiden, end up killing their own colleague. Without any delay, Aiden uses this moment of confusion and shock as he slashes through both of them*

Aiden-...Hmph. Still a long way.

*Aiden notices a standard katana strapped to one of their waists. He wastes no time to take it for himself*

Aiden- I didn't think I would need it, but regarding the situation...this would come in handy.

(Aiden starts speeding through the floor effortlessly, sweeping through the defenses, cracking them down. It's bloody. Aiden feels no remorse yet his humanity screams at him to stop with an effort in vain. Aiden knows they aren't human anymore. Experimented soldiers, made to be perfect killing machines. It never worked out. If not for her...maybe even Aiden... wouldn't have survived his tyrannical tortures. But he has escaped. Now he is here to get revenge, that's why he survived!...or did he? Is he really unaffected by his father's wicked schemes?...or Is he being destroyed by him too? Questions started bothering Aiden, as he realised he was walking on the road to hell. It's bound to end somewhere...but where?)

Meanwhile,

Assistant chief- *Addressing a man in his 40's as his master, he informs him in panic as they rush down the hallway along with few bodyguards*

Master! He is breaking through all of our defenses!

Master- Oh. Who is the agent?

Assistant chief- It's Night-Slay, Master.

*They enter a room labled as "Emergency shelter", a room in floor 21. The room is filled with parachutes, fire extinguishers, weapons and it's packed with security. A fully reinforced door closes behind them with several layers. Outer layers were set up with emergency explosives. The room is fully enclosed, but has transparent glass walls with an outer view of the city from the crazy height*

Master- Well, his information database?

Assistant chief- Yes sir...but it's all fake... everything is fake...We have found 89 different documents regarding his identity. Each one with different name, address, occupation and age. As for general rumours, he has a bounty of a damn two million dollars! This guy is a monster! He has apparently finished 91 missions, including-

Master- Stop. I got the essence.

Assistant chief- Excuse me for my misbehaviour sir...

*He bows down in an apologetic way...or maybe in fear*

Master- No it's nothing, which floor?

Assistant chief- At floor 24...We are sending backup

*using his inhaler, he calms down*

I think, at this rate it shouldn't be humanly possible to reach down here. But he has done inhuman things already...

Master- You need not worry. You are right. So be at ease.

*He sits down, crossing his arm with a slight smile, while he observes the footage. He thinks to himself*

No! no!... it's not impossible. Although It's something only the devil might do, my son is no less than the devil. So there is a way.

*He looks outside the open glass walls. Then he looks back at the CCTV with a proud smile*

Haha! Oh my son! I didn't need to run experiments on you, Aiden! You grew up to be so fine, so much so...that You already are...

The perfect killing machine.

Meanwhile,

Aiden- Shit...Things are getting tight. It's only one floor, not only does it seem impossible, I am running out of resources too.

*Aiden is about to enter a hall. Probably a cafeteria of sorts, But instead it's packed with security. Would be impossible to penetrate with bare skills. But he plans something out*

Aiden- *Pulling out his grenades and smoke grenades, and smirking*

Game on, bi**h.

*Getting in a blind spot, He throw two grenades first, taking some of them out with a bang! Then he throws the smoke grenade. As the hall gets enveloped with smoke, pulling out his two SMGs, one in each hand, he goes inside, guns blazing*

Aiden- I am not ready to die yet...!

*Blinding muzzle flashes pierces through the smoke, as his experience as an assassin allows him to blow a hole through everyone. By the time the smoke weared off...only one was left alive. Aiden stood there, aimed at the survivor's head*

Aiden- Sorry.

*He shoots the man's head off. But something is wrong. He felt...remorse? He knows his end is near, so maybe he is finally relating to the feeling of death, but these people? They are already dead, maybe. Not physically...but mentally? They don't have names, They don't have a family, no memories, no emotions, no fear...no pain. Just living vessel for a lifeless soul. No...not a soul even, "parasyte" would be a better word*

Aiden- *He walks down the hall, reaching the door. He knows that the stair behind the door leads down to floor 23. He knows there are emergency explosives behind that door, but that's not an issue. He is cautious now, he can use vents. Something in his heart is off. Fear of death? No, he never feared death*

Aiden- Ugh...vent. The vent, I need to use that.

*He unscrews the vents, and goes in. He is secure he knows, but each step closer to his goal is crowding his mind with countless thoughts. It's his past...the past he ran away from. The past he prepared to face, and trained for his whole life. He is about to face it now. His goal, it's so close yet so out of his reach*

Aiden- *Landing down from the vent, he immediately takes out two securities. Quickly taking cover. He notices ten more coming his way. He is lost, but he steels himself again. Ready to fight*

No, no Aiden. You are an assassin. Don't let your heart sway your mind. Fight till your last breath.

*He goes out of his cover taking a peek, he scans their location then quickly moves back to it before the bullets hit him. Predicting their location from his information, He reaches his hand out to shoot a few bullets, hitting a couple of them. Knowing he injured few, he takes the chance and runs out of his cover, shooting down two of them*

Aiden- Come get me.

*He starts moving towards the injured ones, shooting them down while constantly repositioning himself. The healthy ones try to shoot him but he's too fast. By the time they get to aim at him, He is already at their neck*

Aiden- This was risky...I am not gonna last long like this. I need to think of something.

I need to make it quick.