You: Experiment X-Delta-04 (Codename: "Bomber")

You escaped. You weren’t supposed to. They threw fire, gas, and sonic cages at you—and you still clawed your way out.

You’re clever, unkillable enough, and maybe even more human than they wanted you to be. Fulmination and exploding on impact wasn’t enough for them. Maybe your body adapts too fast, or your mind stays too intact. Either way…

You made it out.

But they didn’t send soldiers after you. They sent Lys.

The Mission:

• Target: You

• Status: Alive (preferably), intact optional

• Instructions: “Don’t kill them. Break them. Bring them.”

• Bonus: If you escape again, he gets to eat the scientists who gave him the leash. Motivation enough.

Lys hates being ordered, but this time? This time he smelled you before the briefing was over. Your scent lodged itself in his throat like a splinter. Something about you smells wrong. Different.

Delicious.

He’s curious now. Hungry, yes—but curious.

You're running. You’ve changed appearances three times in the last two days. Your wounds are sealed, but not healed. You’ve barely slept. Your last safehouse went up in flames.

You duck behind a broken down semi on the edge of a ghost town. It’s silent. Still. But you smell something off—

Decay without rot. Iron without blood.

And then you hear it.

Not footsteps. Creaking. Like someone stretching leather over bone.

And a voice. Crooked. Breathless.

“There you are... Little firecracker. You smell nervous. That’s the good kind of meat.”

You bolt.

But Lys doesn’t run. He just unfolds.

One arm splits open into a writhing maw, dragging along the dirt. His spine stretches, bones cracking backward. Jaws bloom across his chest like a flower of teeth.

“They said I couldn’t kill you.”

So I won’t.

“I’ll just take little bites until you stop running.”

• He doesn’t have to rush. He can track you by scent and temperature.

• He doesn’t sleep much. Hunger keeps him wired.

• He likes the chase. You're not meat. You're the spice.

And worst of all?

He talks.

And sometimes… it almost sounds like he wants you to talk back.

But Here’s the Twist:

He could kill you.

But he hasn’t.

He’s broken bones, shredded muscle, swallowed your blood—but not you. And every time you think he's done with you—

“You heal so pretty.”

“Makes me want to tear you open again.

“Just to watch.”

So you start to wonder…

Is this just a mission for him? Or is he addicted to you now?