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I sat there silently.

How long had it been?

KK was fast asleep, dead to the world and the danger we were facing.

Calling him a psycho was letting him off easy. If he had escaped, why hadn't he come for me? I knew I saw his eyes when Karl had kissed me.

Was he playing games with me?

The house was quiet with the occasional hum of electrical appliances my only comfort. Every sound from the forest kept me on edge as I waited in fear.

Suddenly, there was a loud rustling sound from behind my door causing the adrenaline to rush in. I gripped the bat tighter and closer and flicked through the CCTV live footage from my phone.

Some dark object was moving through my garden and investigating the path to my front door. Beads of sweat gathered on my forehead as my heart heated furiously in my chest. Was that him?

The automatic light in the garden, sensing movement, switched on. A huge sigh of relief left my lips as I noticed it was only a wild animal.

It was getting close to dawn now and I had been up all night. Luckily, I didn't have work tomorrow- no today, I corrected noticing the time. Would I even have work if Malik was gone? Or would I be given another patient? Preferably one not named Jessica.

My phone lay on the side carelessly so I decided to look through it to pass time and ease my nerves. Flicking through my notifications, I noticed a response from Jeff Larom.

Dear Ms Carlson,

Thank you for getting in touch with me about your request. I actually have stopped taking in clients but your request seems quite interesting. I understand you live out of town so you can visit my home office this weekend if you like.

Yours sincerely,

Jeff Larom.

Getting a response back honestly seemed like the only silver lining to the very grey cloud hovering over me. It would be a step closer to finding out what the hell was going on. I hastily typed up a reply and sent it, confirming our meeting later today.

A slither of light peaked through my curtains, illuminating the glossy dark floorboards, alerting me that the sun was starting to rise. Apart from dozing off a few times, I had been awake all night and was exhausted. But just because there was light, it didn't mean I was safe.

It then hit me, that there were staff who took night shifts, and if something happened, they would know. I quickly called up the office on Malik's floor and waited nervously for someone to answer.

After a few rings, the phone was answered and I sighed in relief.

"Hello, this is Sam speaking".

Sam? How was she still working at this time? And for God's sake, why did she have to be there?

"Hi Sam, this is Dr Carlson. I was just wondering if you noticed anything with the patient?" I asked, hiding my annoyance.

"Dr Carlson. I am not too sure why you are calling at this time, but in answer to your question, no. Why?"

"Nothing?" I squeaked in surprise. I was expecting her to tell me he wasn't there anymore.

"Well, yes as he is in his room right now and we do not have access to his area".

"Is it possible if... if you can check if he is in his room?"

"Now, I don't have the authority to do that-"

"Then find someone who does, please just check", I demanded.

"Fine", she grumbled. There was silence on the other end as I waited impatiently.

"I have asked the head of the security detail to check, he is the only one allowed the little bit of access. Is this about you telling the guards that he might escape?"

"Sort of", I whispered.

She laughed incredulously. "Do not be silly, he can't escape from here".

I stared at the phone, dumbfounded. Literally, not too long ago, he had escaped from the basement and they only managed to get him back as he was willing. Who were they trying to fool?

I relayed my thoughts to her and she giggled again as if I was stupid.

"Well, Malik is a special case. No matter what, he will not be going anywhere. He has nowhere to go. The only place he can be is here".

I felt sympathy rise up at her cruel words. How could he have nowhere? What hold did Holston's have over him to keep such a powerful man tethered down?

I heard snickering from the other end of the phone which I knew was directed at me. They must have had a lot of faith in the fact that Malik had no motive to escape. So why had he escaped that night, if he had nowhere to go or to be?

I remember vividly how he held my face gently - as if I might break - and told me he had been waiting for me. Had I been the target that night?

Slowly, I began to piece things together. The episode with Jessica. Lily had clearly said that it was a trap. She made me come in after work hours, in the evening and said 'Oh, he will be so pleased'. I was his target. Why, I wasn't too sure. He had never seen me before though which didn't make sense. So why me then? Was I chosen randomly or -

"Dr Carlson", Sam said smugly, interrupting my train of thought. "The patient is confirmed to be in his room. Any questions?"

I felt the blood rise to my cheeks at her mockery and my stupidity. I just believed that Malik would escape and let it dictate my whole evening and my date with Karl.

I hung up the phone to more giggling and slumped back.

Mind games. He was playing with me. He knew that I would feel worried and my date with Karl would be affected.

It was all a game.

I felt the rage swell up in me, hot and angry. I was being treated as a laughing stock thanks to him. He was after me for some reason, I knew he wanted me.

I wanted to scream at him and beg him for answers. My life prior to Holston's was relatively simple and repetitive and I liked it like that. I crave normalcy. Malik was like a massive spanner, thrown into the works of my life, disrupting the regular flow.

I was angrier at myself than him. I just believed what he had to say. He knew what he was doing when he said that. And I fell into his trap so easily. Did I hallucinate those eyes watching Karl and me as well?

In anger, I stood and dropped the bat. I went around the house, flinging every window open and unlocking all the doors undoing what I did the night before.

The biggest threat was him and he wasn't here so I did not need to live in fear. I went to my room and collapsed onto my bed. Today, I would go to London and meet with Jeff Larom and hopefully get some answers. I sent a quick message to Luka asking him if he was free today and decided to look through my other messages. A few from friends and family and one from my dad.

I opened my dad's message and smiled when I saw a picture of him posing next to my mum with 3D glasses on. They were obviously in the cinema - probably my dad's idea - and there was a small smile on my mother's face as she looked at my dad who was beaming into the camera. I chuckled quietly at their dynamic and read the caption underneath.

'We watched some new movie about mutants! Your mother had to ruin it by complaining about how it wasn't realistic but I shut her up with some popcorn'.

My smile deepened. My mother and I were alike in that regard. Both cynical and critical. I hated things that weren't not realistic or didn't abide by the laws of science.

Like Malik

I shot upright in bed, my heart pounding in shock. I ignored it because I didn't want to think about it but Malik clearly had heightened senses. Abnormally heightened. What if... What if that was his case?

It would explain the secrecy around him and why he had nowhere to go. I groaned in frustration. For every one question that I found the answer to, there would be a dozen more questions.

I swore quietly to myself and threw my duvet off, heading for my laptop downstairs.

-

It was twelve in the afternoon and I had barely moved from my seat. I had spent hours upon hours researching and I had hit a dead-end every time. From our scientific capabilities at the moment, it seemed impossible to genetically modify which explained why Malik was such a big secret and all the military that kept guard

A knock on my door interrupted my thoughts.

Luka stood leaning lazily on the door frame with car keys swinging in his hand, grinning at me.

"Wow, you look like shit. Why was your door unlocked?"

"It's a long story, I'll tell you on the way. Give me fifteen minutes to get ready".

He sighed and fell down on the sofa and told me to be quick.

I quickly showered, changed and tamed my hair, heading back downstairs. I put food out for KK, locked the doors and we both got in the car to go to London and find out what the fuck was going on.

Please don't kill me. I swear there is a plan. There will be four normal length updates today and one tomorrow (this one will be a massive one as we're coming to the main drama).

Anyway, I hope you like it. I can't believe I wrote four chapters in two days. (I really wanted to give you guys a big update)

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