The DarkHole Laboratory

Marzon Has Realized

"Camy I'll find the Chairman" Juan entered Camy's room. Camy has returned to Rfizt Hill, after being held captive by Dorina's unwilling whine back a few weeks ago. Juan couldn't keep quiet on the grounds of recuperating.

He received news of their chairman periodically from Clara Era but Juan was not satisfied, before seeing his chairman with his eyes.

"What's your plan?" Camy, who had heard this, then asked, knowing that Juan had done his own investigation. And he's meeting Camy must have a plan.

"I'll catch up with the chairman, return to Nocturnal."

Camy's flat look on Juan. Plans that Camy wouldn't do. But it is the only way. Return to the enemy.

"With or without you." Juan. He found Camy's answer. Doubt was on the woman's face. And the final decision he gave to Camy.

"Okay I'm coming with you" Juan did not expect, but a smile rose on his lips. "We prepare everything, and don't be rash"

"This time we must have a mature preparation."

"And we need a few months" Camy decided. He did not want to be too rash and attack.

Juan frowned, he wanted it as soon as possible, but Juan realized he could not. He needs support.

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On the brangkar there is the body of an unconscious person. Marzones.

"This is Mr's report" behind the glass there is a room with a table and some monitoring equipment there. Braxton was sitting in one of the chairs.

He stared at the screen, and opened the report Hudson gave him.

"He has not been conscious, since then, he is in good condition, no injuries, no injuries"

"It's very unlikely, because at that time, he was strapped by bullets" Hudson explained.

"Just like when Miss Helga attacked her, Miss Helga thought she should have been killed by then"

Braxton closed the file. A sneaky smile emanated from his face. He has the deadliest weapon now.

"Continue the observation, report to me every detail" Braxton left his chair.

"Okay sir" Hudson followed Braxton.

Marzon in his human body. His eyes were still closed but his pupils were moving. Soon his eyes were open. A growl sounded out from his mouth.

His hand that was locked in the iron cage clenched tightly. His veins popped out, his black blood stream was visible starting to walk up to his chest and neck.

His eyes were puffed up, and slowly turned black. Marzon thrashed in his vault. The pain tormented him, his growling increasingly deafening the ear was roaring throughout the room.

He struggled, wanting to remove the iron shackles on his hands and feet. His body is getting hotter. His bone cracks sounded painful.

It was seen that the front of his body was puffed up with rusik bones that were in his body moving and the sound of his fracture was getting louder.

The sweat drenches the vibrating and reddening Marzon temple. His blackened eyes widened with a long and painful howl.

His breath gasping, with his heart rate getting faster, he thrashed, forcing himself to want to escape.

Marzon sat down too, looking at a broken fracture on his protruding spine. A growl of pain resounded with each breath. A white mist came out as he sighed.

Long howls and facial changes, his mouth open, his teeth begin to tap sharply and large, and his dark fur has filled his body. With closed eyes. His elongated fingers also appeared sharp black nails there.

His breath hunted, the growling from his lips began to subside, his chest descending constantly.

Marzon's still digesting, what is it? A wolf? His mouth was gaping, he was yawning, he was yawning,

It was there that Marzon realized he was making a gesture to convince her. That the figure reflected on the glass wall in front of him was himself.

Then loud howls and howls were heard again. Marzon rebelled. Braxton turned him into a monster. Anger makes Marzon's strength rise. He easily destroyed the iron shackles that ensnared him.

A hot snort came out from his nose as well as his mouth. White smoke came out of his mouth. He was angry and with a fist he hit the thick glass wall. The two walls were destroyed.

The room is empty. Marzon went in there. Dark room with lots of lights on. The screen that displayed the figure he now believed to be him.

Wrathful. But he could control himself, a curiosity that eventually won. He was a little jolted with his long fingers. For a moment he looked at his fingers.

Pip's!

The sound of notification resuscitated it. It takes time to absorb all this information. He danced his long fingers even though at first it was a bit difficult.

He shut down all security around him. Then open the network he has. It is connected to the Rfizt hill.

He sends word, and gets Juan to reply quickly. Juan also informed about the plan, will pick up Marzon but immediately Marzon refused.

Marzon gave Juan time to stubbornly want to catch up to his place for Juan to comply. And Juan did it. If Marzon does not return within the time he determines Juan will soon follow.

Matzon was also busy reading the results of the study and found, he had changed often but he was not aware. But what amazed him the data of injuries and injuries that almost died.

Not to end up rotting to death, he came back healthy. He looked at the date and as he found out what the current date was, he was amazed. It just happened a few weeks ago.

Marzon stood up from his cramped seat. He examined himself with his eyes. His body is fine. There was no gaping wound as written in the report.

Just the marks that he didn't even know were a lot of shots. He wanted to go out and prove everything written on his research papers.

He sent the results of this report to his online storage, which will also be stored and updated as in the email address of these researchers.

Now he will try to escape, while testing all their research.

Back Marzon typed something and scanned this look. Seeing conditions.

After that, he will launch an escape action.

He opened the door violently. He knew two officers were running towards him, after hearing what he was making.

Marzon has smashed the window glass in front of him wants to jump directly. He's been up the window. He put a little corner of his lips. When the two officers fired the bullet.

Marzon quickly dodged. Glad, that's what Marzon feels. He could see the movement of the bullet. The bullet glided at him with a slow motion.

He remembered what the file said. He proved one of the writings there. It'll be fun as it is.

"What if this deadly killer attacks his creator?" Marzon muttered to himself by galloping against the pursuit of the troops in black clothes belonging to Nocturnal.

He doesn't seem to have much time to mess up here. Think Marzon.

Marzon could not wait to meet his brother. Braxtons. The one who made him a monster. He clenched his hands and smashed them at whatever was blocking him. The furies.

His strength is increasing rapidly. His breathing was rushed, his andrenaline spurred, the snarl was fierce as he took a hit from one of the troops. He's careless. Although the blow did not affect him, but made him upset.

He howled and braked. Marzon grabbed the team and threw the floor. He was looking for another target. The anger and the sense of regret does not subside. It became crazy.

Dor's!

A soldier behind him threw himself. Marzon turned around slowly looking at the troop. With a hand that was still brandishing his weapon slightly shook. Troop retreat.

tbc.