Kill to evolve: A system that demands blood
Chapter 32: Successful escape

Chapter 32: Successful escape

Chapter 32

The door hissed open, and Myre stepped inside the room where Ronan was kept, he had been told by the guards watching him that Ronan’s vitals had spiked again, so he came to confirm is something went wrong.

Ronan hurrieldy stood the moment he saw him, his eyes sharp and tensed . All he needed right now was to get out of this damn prison or whatever it was called. "We need to talk."

Myre didn’t flinch. He closed the door behind him, his eyes scanning Ronan’s posture, his expression calm and controlled. But there was something in his stance, like a he knew he had to be careful around Ronan. Myre took a slow step forward.

"I figured you’d want answers," He said, glancing briefly at the humming wristband around Ronan’s wrist. It was meant to to monitor his vitals and also keep track of his location if he tried to escape.

"I want a release," Ronan said flatly.

Myre raised a brow. "You think that’s going to happen?"

"I have a son," Ronan continued. "He’s at home. Alone. I need to get back to him. This—" he gestured around the sterile room, "—this lockdown bullshit isn’t going to help anyone."

Myre didn’t respond immediately. He just watched him for a few seconds. Then spoke, quiet but firm. "You killed two guards without touching them."

"I didn’t do anything," Ronan snapped. "I wasn’t even conscious."

"That’s the problem."

Ronan stepped closer, jaw tight. "My system is changing, fine. But keeping me locked up isn’t going to stop it. And if something worse happens while I’m in here, you’ll wish you let me out when I asked."

Myre sighed and tapped his tablet. "Your vitals are unstable. Neural spikes we’ve never recorded in a system user. The synchronization...whatever it is, is ongoing. If I release you, and that thing takes over again, we’re not just risking two guards. We’re risking civilians. Your son."

That last part made Ronan flinch.

"I can control it," he said, quieter this time. "I just need time. I need to understand it. And I can’t do that while locked in a box."

Myre didn’t say no. But he didn’t agree either. He looked Ronan over again, tapping something on his screen. "I’ll consider it. But for now, observation continues."

"That’s not good enough."

"It’s what you’re getting."

They stared at each other for a long second. Then Myre turned to leave.

Just before he reached the door, Ronan spoke again. "You think you’re studying me, but you’re not ready for what’s coming. This system... it’s not just evolving. It’s learning."

Myre paused, one hand on the door panel. He didn’t turn around. "Then you’d better hope it learns to play nice."

And with that, the door slid shut with a final hiss, leaving Ronan alone again.

He didn’t sit.

His eyes stayed on the wall, but his thoughts were racing. Myre wasn’t going to help him. Not until it was too late.

He looked down at the wristband.

Still humming.

Still blinking.

"System," he muttered, testing it. "You’ve been silent long enough. If you want me alive, help me get out."

For a moment, there was nothing. Just the soft electronic pulse of the band.

Then, a response, not audible, but immediate, in his head:

Acknowledged.

The band flashed and snapped off, freeing him.

Analyzing environment... Neural inhibitors detected. Surveillance active. Escape protocol available. Probability of success: 62%. Initiate?

Ronan smirked, so this was what it meant by synchronization...hell, this version was a fucking lot better. It felt like it was beginning to become part of his body and not a tool on its own. He silently wondered what would happen when the synchronization was completely, but he also hoped it wouldn’t act on its own and kill like it did before.

He didn’t hesitate. "Do it."

Warning: Risk to physical integrity. Minor injury likely. Proceed?

He smirked deepened. "I’ve had worse."

The monitor on the wall glitched—just slightly—but enough to catch Ronan’s attention. Symbols flashed across the screen, almost like a system override. And then—

Surveillance loop engaged. Room appears stable. No motion detected.

He blinked. "You’re cloaking me?"

Correct. Local feeds rerouted. Door access bypassing now. Please remain still.

The lock on the door clicked once—barely audible—and then again, slower this time, like someone manually overriding it.

Ronan stepped closer.

Three seconds.

Two.

One.

With a soft hiss, the door slid open.

No alarms. No flashing lights. No guards.

Just a hallway.

Empty.

Ronan exhaled, low and steady. "Alright... let’s see how far this goes."

Objective: Find exit. Avoid detection. Disable inhibitors within 20 minutes.

He stepped out of the room.

The door slid shut behind him.

Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as Ronan moved, fast but precise. No footsteps echoed. The system dampened his sound signature just enough to let him slip past the first corner undetected.

Next checkpoint: Two guards. Motion pattern predictable. Recommend suppression or avoidance.

"Suppression," Ronan murmured under his breath.

He ducked behind a column as two armored guards came into view at the far end of the hall. Armed. Casual. Talking.

They didn’t see him.

Ronan lifted his hand slowly, palm open, fingers relaxed.

The air shifted.

Gravity suppression activated

A subtle hum pulsed through the corridor. The floor beneath the guards shimmered just slightly as gravity beneath them spiked.

One dropped to his knees with a grunt, gun clattering to the floor. The other swayed, disoriented, legs buckling like his own weight had doubled.

Before either could shout, Ronan was already moving.

A blur of speed.

He reached the first, caught him with a solid elbow to the temple, and he was out cold. The second turned, eyes wide, struggling to aim his weapon, but Ronan had already flicked his fingers.

Gravity surged again, pinning the man to the wall like an insect caught in a press.

Ronan stepped close, his voice quiet, cold.

"I don’t want to hurt you. Stay down."

Then he released the pressure.

The man collapsed, unconscious before he hit the ground.

Clear. Proceed to Lift Bay 3. Shortest path to exterior access.

He moved quickly now, weaving through sterile corridors and past decontamination chambers. Each time a camera blinked to life, it shorted out just long enough for him to pass. One hallway had a group of researchers passing through, Ronan flattened himself against the ceiling, gravity reversed, body weightless as he hung silently above them until they moved on.

He dropped down without a sound.

Then—

Alert. Patrol approaching from corridor left. 4 units. Armed. 30 seconds to visual contact.

Ronan clenched his jaw. No more time for finesse.

He slipped into a side room,some kind of storage chamber and waited.

The patrol’s footsteps echoed closer.

Four of them. Tactical vests. Trigger-ready.

He didn’t give them a chance.

The door hissed open, and Ronan stepped out like a ghost, palm raised.

Gravity dropped.

All four hit the floor instantly, unable to move, groaning under their own weight.

One tried to lift his rifle.

Ronan dashed forward, snatched the weapon, and slammed the butt into the man’s visor. Glass shattered. He turned the rifle, used it as a bludgeon, efficient, silent. No bullets fired.

Thirty seconds later, the hall was quiet again.

Ronan tossed the weapon aside. Damn, he was glad there were no system users around, or this would have been tough. It was great that the observation wing was far from where the other squad members stayed.

Stairwell ahead. 200 meters. Final barrier: biometric-locked gate.

"Let me guess," he said, already moving, "you can’t open that."

Correction. I already did.

The stairwell door cracked open as he reached it, and a cool breeze touched his face.

He was close.

Two flights down.

A final corridor.

And there it was—the heavy blast door leading to the outside platform. No guards. No sensors flaring. Just darkness beyond.

Exterior route clear. Clocking two minutes before automated lockdown refresh. Exit now.

Ronan paused for a second at the threshold. Then he looked back and faced the nearest camera and mouthed the words I’ll be back, don’t come after me...before speeding away. He knew they’ll see the security footage, he just wanted them to know he had no bad intentions.

As Ronan made his way down the road, he decided to ask the system a question that has been bugging his mind, hopping it would at least answer him.

"So, why’d you kill those people? Are you really some blood thirsty system?"

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