Shadow's POV

I smashed my computer onto the floor in distress. How could this had happened? Chase had it right there. He broke from my possession too soon. I had to work on that. I would work on it as long as I had.

I needed to kill them. I needed to be the only person in the world with bionics. If not, I will take extreme measures. And that would be no good. Not at all.

I had wings. Long, huge, ruff, black wings. It was what contained my abilities. My life. I would be nothing without them. I just can't let them go. I won't let them go.

Chase was my weapon. After he finishes his job, I could get rid of him. He's got the brains, but I now realize, I want to exchange.

Brains for muscle...