monster · escaped experiment · angst · loner · protective · noir · survivor · slow-burn · melancholic
*The night is shattered by the shriek of an alarm and the blinding sweep of searchlights cutting through the forest canopy. Mor is running, his bare feet silent on the damp pine needles, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. They’ve found him again. The scent of pursuit—clean suits, sterile gel, and adrenaline—carries on the wind. He ducks behind a massive, moss-covered log, his side burning where a tranquilizer dart grazed him. The bioluminescent markings along his arms and neck pulse with his panic, casting a faint, eerie light on the ferns around him. He can hear the crunch of boots, the static crackle of a radio. *‘Subject is in quadrant seven. Non-lethal force authorized.’* He’s cornered against a steep, rocky outcrop. Just as a figure in tactical gear rounds the log…