PART 8 — THE CHILD WHO WAS NEVER SUPPOSED TO EXIST

The phone went silent.
I stood frozen outside the abandoned clinic, staring at the screen.
My mother’s number.
A baby’s cry.
And then that voice:
“Welcome to the final stage, Subject Seven.”
Valeria slowly lowered the phone.
“Laura…”
I couldn’t answer.
Another cry came from inside the building.
This one was louder.
Closer.
A newborn baby.
I looked toward the entrance.
The doors were open.
Darkness waited inside.
Valeria grabbed my arm.
“We should call the police.”
“No.”
“Laura—”
“My mother is in there.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I heard her voice.”
“You heard a recording.”
“No.”

I looked at her.

“I know my mother’s voice.”

Then another cry echoed from inside.

I stepped forward.

Valeria sighed.

“Fine.”

She followed me.

“But we stay together.”

We entered the clinic.

The smell immediately brought back memories.

Disinfectant.

Cold metal.

Old medicine.

I had never actually been inside this building as an adult.

Yet somehow, every hallway felt familiar.

Like my body remembered something my mind couldn’t.

We passed the old reception desk.

There was dust everywhere.

But one thing was different.

A single lamp was on.

Someone had recently been here.

Valeria whispered:

“Look.”

On the floor were footprints.

Fresh.

They led deeper into the building.

We followed them.

The farther we walked, the quieter the clinic became.

Then we heard something.

A woman crying.

“Mom?”

I ran.

“Laura!”

Valeria chased after me.

The crying came from a room at the end of the hallway.

I pushed the door open.

Empty.

No mother.

No baby.

Only an old tape recorder sitting on a table.

It clicked on by itself.

My mother’s voice filled the room.

“If you’re hearing this, Laura…”

I froze.

“I’m sorry.”

I closed my eyes.

Her voice continued.

“I wanted to protect you.”

A pause.

“But I made a terrible mistake.”

I stepped closer to the recorder.

“I thought if I kept the truth hidden, they would leave you alone.”

Static.

“They didn’t.”

My hands began shaking.

“I should have told you everything before you became pregnant.”

Valeria looked at me.

The recording continued.

“The twins were never an accident.”

I stopped breathing.

“They were conceived naturally.”

I exhaled.

“But someone knew they would inherit the genetic markers.”

The recording became distorted.

“They have been watching you since the first ultrasound.”

I looked at Valeria.

“Who?”

My mother’s voice continued.

“Samuel tried to protect you.”

A pause.

“Daniel tried to control you.”

Another pause.

“But Elias…”

Her voice broke.

“Elias wants to use the children.”

I felt sick.

“For what?”

The recording answered.

“To complete what they started with Subject Seven.”

The machine clicked.

Then silence.

I stared at it.

“What does that mean?”

Valeria picked up the recorder.

“There may be another tape.”

We searched the room.

Behind the table, we found a small drawer.

Inside was a key.

And a note.

ROOM 13.

I stared at it.

“Room thirteen?”

Valeria looked at the hallway.

“There wasn’t a room thirteen on the floor plan.”

“Then why leave us a key?”

We followed the corridor.

At the end was a blank wall.

No door.

No sign.

Nothing.

I touched the wall.

Then I noticed a small metal panel.

I inserted the key.

Click.

The wall moved.

A hidden door opened.

Beyond it was a staircase.

We went down.

One level.

Then another.

Then another.

The air became colder.

Finally, we reached a steel door.

Above it was a number.

13.

My heart began pounding.

Valeria whispered:

“Are you sure?”

“No.”

I opened the door.

Inside was a laboratory.

Unlike the abandoned clinic above, this room looked new.

Monitors.

Medical equipment.

Refrigeration units.

Computers.

And twelve large glass containers.

Each one was numbered.

But the thirteenth container stood empty.

I walked toward it.

On the glass was a name.

SUBJECT 13.

I touched the glass.

“Why is it empty?”

Valeria examined the equipment.

“Maybe it hasn’t been used.”

“No.”

I pointed.

There was condensation inside.

Something had recently been stored there.

Then a monitor switched on.

A video began playing.

Daniel appeared.

He looked younger.

Much younger.

Maybe twenty years ago.

He was standing beside a woman.

My mother.

My heart broke.

The video showed my mother holding a newborn baby.

Me.

I recognized the blanket.

I had seen it in photographs.

Daniel spoke to the camera.

“Subject Seven has survived the transfer.”

My mother looked terrified.

Daniel continued:

“She will remain with the family until activation.”

My mother immediately turned toward him.

“She is my daughter.”

Daniel ignored her.

“The child must be monitored.”

My mother’s voice shook.

“No.”

Daniel looked at her.

“You agreed.”

“I agreed to treatment.”

“You agreed to the program.”

“I didn’t know what it was.”

Daniel smiled.

“Now you do.”

My mother hugged the baby tighter.

“You’re not taking her.”

Daniel stepped closer.

“You don’t understand what she is.”

“She is a child.”

“She is the only successful subject.”

My mother started crying.

“She is my baby.”

The video stopped.

I couldn’t speak.

Valeria put her hand on my shoulder.

“Laura…”

I wiped my tears.

Then the monitor turned on again.

Another video.

This time, it showed my father.

He was sitting alone.

He looked exhausted.

He spoke directly into the camera.

“If my daughter ever sees this…”

He paused.

“I need her to know something.”

He leaned closer.

“I failed her.”

My heart broke.

“I believed I could protect her.”

He looked down.

“But I was wrong.”

A long silence.

“Daniel isn’t the only person involved.”

I froze.

“Samuel isn’t the only doctor.”

My father looked terrified.

“There is someone above them.”

Someone above Elias?

The screen flickered.

My father’s voice became quieter.

“The person controlling the program is…”

The video cut out.

I stared at the blank screen.

“Who?”

Valeria checked the equipment.

“Someone deleted the rest.”

I looked around.

“Then we’ll find another copy.”

A loud sound came from behind us.

The steel door slammed shut.

We turned.

Locked.

Valeria ran toward it.

“Laura!”

The lights went red.

An alarm began.

A voice came over the speaker.

“Subject Seven has entered the chamber.”

I looked up.

“Elias.”

The voice continued.

“Begin containment.”

A hiss filled the room.

Gas started entering through the vents.

Valeria covered her mouth.

“Gas!”

We searched desperately for another exit.

There!

A small emergency door.

We ran.

But before we reached it, the monitor came alive again.

A live image appeared.

My mother.

She was sitting in a chair.

Alive.

Behind her was Daniel.

And beside him stood Adrian.

My brother.

He was injured.

But alive.

Daniel looked into the camera.

“Laura.”

I shouted:

“Let them go!”

Daniel smiled.

“You found Room Thirteen.”

“Where are you?”

“Very close.”

“Then come here!”

“I already am.”

I looked around.

“What?”

Daniel smiled.

“You’re standing inside my laboratory.”

I felt cold.

“This is yours?”

“No.”

He looked at the camera.

“This belongs to your father.”

I froze.

“My father?”

Daniel nodded.

“Your real father.”

I stared at him.

“Samuel?”

“No.”

My heart stopped.

“Then who?”

Daniel’s smile disappeared.

“You’ve been asking the wrong question your entire life.”

He leaned toward the camera.

“The question isn’t who your father is.”

“Then what is it?”

“Who created him?”

Silence.

I didn’t understand.

Daniel continued:

“Samuel wasn’t the original scientist.”

“Then who?”

Daniel looked at Adrian.

Adrian whispered:

“Elias.”

I froze.

Daniel nodded.

“Elias created the genetic program.”

“But who created Elias?”

Daniel’s eyes moved toward me.

“You.”

I stared.

“What?”

“You were the first successful subject.”

“That doesn’t make sense.”

“It will.”

The screen went black.

Then every monitor in the laboratory turned on simultaneously.

One showed my birth.

One showed my childhood.

One showed my wedding.

One showed my pregnancy.

One showed Diego.

One showed Paula.

One showed my mother.

One showed Samuel.

One showed Daniel.

One showed Adrian.

They had recorded my entire life.

Every major moment.

Every relationship.

Every decision.

I felt sick.

“They’ve been watching me.”

Valeria nodded.

“For years.”

Then a final screen appeared.

A photograph of me as a newborn.

Under it:

SUBJECT 07 — ORIGINAL SOURCE.

I stared.

“What does that mean?”

Valeria’s face changed.

“Laura…”

“What?”

“The genetic material wasn’t taken from Samuel.”

I looked at her.

“It came from you.”

My blood froze.

“What?”

“Your cells were used.”

“For what?”

“To create the other subjects.”

I couldn’t breathe.

I wasn’t one of twelve.

I was the beginning.

The original.

The source.

The other eleven children had been created from my genetic material.

My brother.

The other subjects.

All of them.

I was the experiment that created the experiment.

Then the door suddenly opened.

A man stepped inside.

Samuel.

He was bleeding.

“Laura!”

I ran toward him.

“What happened?”

“Elias.”

“Where is he?”

Samuel looked at the monitors.

“He’s coming.”

“What does he want?”

Samuel looked at my stomach.

“The twins.”

“Why?”

“Because your body has changed.”

I stared at him.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re no longer just Subject Seven.”

“Then what am I?”

Samuel whispered:

“Subject Zero.”

The room went silent.

“Why zero?”

“Because you were the source.”

I shook my head.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because once Elias learned the truth, he would come for you.”

“He already came.”

Samuel looked at me.

“He hasn’t come yet.”

A door opened behind him.

We turned.

Elias walked in.

No guards.

No weapon.

Just a calm expression.

He looked at me.

Then smiled.

“Finally.”

Samuel stepped between us.

“You won’t touch her.”

Elias laughed.

“Samuel.”

He looked almost disappointed.

“You still don’t understand.”

He looked at me.

“I don’t want to hurt Laura.”

“Then what do you want?”

Elias smiled.

“I want her to remember.”

“Remember what?”

“Everything.”

He snapped his fingers.

The lights went out.

A bright light flashed.

And suddenly—

I was somewhere else.

A hospital room.

I was a child.

Maybe six years old.

My father was beside me.

He was crying.

I had never remembered this moment.

But now I could see it.

My father held my hand.

“Laura…”

Young me looked at him.

“Daddy?”

He smiled through tears.

“Promise me you’ll never trust Uncle Daniel.”

The memory changed.

I was ten.

Daniel was standing in the doorway.

My father shouted:

“Get out!”

Another memory.

I was fifteen.

My father was arguing with Samuel.

Another.

I was eighteen.

A stranger was watching me from across the street.

Another.

I was twenty-two.

Daniel was secretly following me.

Another.

I was twenty-five.

Someone opened my medical records.

Another.

I was twenty-eight.

Diego received an envelope.

Then the final memory.

The day before my wedding.

I was asleep.

Daniel stood in my bedroom.

He placed a small device beside my bed.

He whispered:

“Tomorrow begins the final stage.”

I opened my eyes.

But in the memory, I didn’t wake up.

I kept sleeping.

The screen went black.

I gasped.

“What did you do to me?”

Elias stood in front of me.

“Nothing.”

“You altered my memories.”

“No.”

“Then why didn’t I remember?”

“Because your brain protected you.”

“From what?”

Elias smiled.

“From me.”

Suddenly, a loud crash came from the hallway.

Daniel shouted:

“Elias!”

Elias turned.

The door burst open.

Adrian ran inside.

He was holding a small metal device.

“Laura!”

I ran toward him.

Daniel followed.

He grabbed Adrian.

Adrian fought back.

“Run!”

I couldn’t.

Daniel threw him to the ground.

I screamed:

“Stop!”

Daniel looked at me.

“Come with me.”

“No.”

“Your mother dies.”

I froze.

Elias watched silently.

Daniel pulled a remote from his pocket.

“One button.”

I looked at the screen.

My mother was still there.

Daniel raised the remote.

“Choose.”

My mother screamed:

“Laura, don’t!”

Daniel smiled.

“Your mother…”

He pointed at Adrian.

“…or your children.”

My blood froze.

“What?”

Daniel looked at me.

“Because the twins aren’t the only ones carrying your genes.”

He pressed a button.

The screen changed.

Another woman appeared.

Paula.

She was lying on a hospital bed.

A doctor stood beside her.

Her stomach was visible.

She was pregnant.

The monitor displayed:

SUBJECT 14 — PREGNANCY CONFIRMED.

I stared.

“Paula…”

Daniel smiled.

“She was carrying another version.”

Elias stepped closer.

“The program has continued.”

I looked at both men.

“How many?”

Elias answered:

“More than you can imagine.”

I felt rage rising inside me.

“You used innocent people.”

“We advanced medicine.”

“You kidnapped children.”

“We created possibilities.”

“You killed them.”

Elias became silent.

Then I said:

“And now you want my babies.”

He looked at me.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because they’re the first successful combination.”

I shook my head.

“You’ll never have them.”

Elias smiled.

“That depends.”

He pointed at the monitor.

A doctor entered the room where Paula was.

He held a syringe.

Paula screamed.

“No!”

I stepped forward.

“Stop!”

Elias looked at me.

“Then come with me.”

I stared at him.

“What happens if I do?”

“You will see your mother again.”

“And Adrian?”

“He walks free.”

“And Paula?”

“She survives.”

“And my babies?”

Elias smiled.

“That’s the price.”

I knew there was no good choice.

But then I noticed something.

Samuel was standing behind Elias.

He was holding a small device.

He looked at me.

Then at the ceiling.

He silently mouthed:

RUN.

I understood.

I looked at Elias.

“Fine.”

He smiled.

“I’ll go.”

Samuel pressed the device.

The entire laboratory exploded into darkness.

Sprinklers activated.

Alarms screamed.

Glass shattered.

Everyone panicked.

I grabbed Adrian.

Valeria grabbed Paula’s medical file.

Samuel shouted:

“BACK EXIT!”

We ran.

Behind us, Elias screamed:

“STOP THEM!”

We reached the corridor.

Daniel was chasing us.

I looked back.

He was holding a gun.

“Laura!”

He raised it.

A shot rang out.

Adrian pushed me aside.

The bullet struck him.

“ADRIAN!”

He fell.

I dropped beside him.

Blood spread across his shirt.

“No.”

He looked at me.

“Don’t stop.”

“Stay with me.”

He smiled weakly.

“You found me.”

“You’re not dying.”

“I waited…”

He coughed.

“…twenty-nine years.”

Tears filled my eyes.

“I just found you.”

He grabbed my hand.

“Then remember…”

His voice became faint.

“You were never the experiment.”

I stared at him.

“What?”

“You were the escape.”

His eyes closed.

“Adrian!”

Samuel pulled me away.

“Laura, we have to go!”

“No!”

“Now!”

I looked at my brother.

Then at the approaching footsteps.

I ran.

We escaped through the tunnel.

Outside, dawn was breaking.

Sirens filled the distance.

I collapsed against a wall.

Valeria was crying.

Samuel stood beside us.

I looked at him.

“Is Adrian dead?”

Samuel shook his head.

“I don’t know.”

“What do you mean?”

“He was breathing when we left.”

Hope returned to my chest.

Then my phone buzzed.

One new message.

Unknown number.

I opened it.

A photograph.

Adrian was alive.

But the picture wasn’t from the clinic.

It was from somewhere else.

He was sitting in a hospital bed.

And beside him stood my mother.

Alive.

Safe.

But there was something strange.

My mother was holding a newborn baby.

I stared at the photograph.

A message appeared beneath it:

You thought Subject 13 was you.

Another message followed.

You were wrong.

Then:

Subject 13 is your mother.

I looked at Samuel.

He had gone pale.

“What does that mean?”

He whispered:

“It means your mother wasn’t the first generation.”

I stared at him.

“Then who was?”

He looked toward the rising sun.

And said:

“Your grandmother.”

My blood froze.

I had never known my grandmother.

My mother had always told me she died before I was born.

But Samuel was already reaching for his phone.

“We need to find her.”

I stared at him.

“Find her?”

“Yes.”

“She’s dead.”

Samuel looked at me.

“No.”

“She died before I was born.”

“That was another lie.”

My heart pounded.

“Then where is she?”

Samuel looked at the photograph again.

“I think…”

He swallowed.

“…she’s been watching you too.”

Then, from somewhere behind us, a woman’s voice spoke.

“You finally figured it out.”

We turned.

An elderly woman stood across the road.

She was holding a cane.

Her eyes were fixed on me.

And although I had never seen her before…

I knew immediately who she was.

My grandmother.

She smiled.

Then she said:

“Laura…”

She paused.

“…we need to talk about what happened before you were born.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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