As our girl was sinking deep into the lake and her blood dripping from her body. Our girl starts remembering the memories of her which very dark, that are more darker than the darkness around her now and she was thinking the those days are living hell as she started rembering the memories.
A stark, white bedroom that looks more like a hospital suite than a teenager's room. The sun shines through high, barred windows.19-year-old Riha sits perfectly still. Her mother Dr.Evelyn roy( who was a chief Archaeologist and Bio-chemist), wearing a crisp lab coat, is drawing blood from Riha's arm. Her mother saying"Your white blood cell count is fascinating today, Riha. The regeneration markers are peaking. You're becoming a masterpiece."Riha's inner Thought: A masterpiece. Not a daughter. A painting that can bleed.Riha winces as the needle pulls out. The small puncture wound closes in exactly three seconds. No scar. No trace. And before leaving her room her mother said " your dad wants to see you and he asked you to come to the study and also said there is important thing to disscuss with you".
Our girl dressed up as fast as she can and went to the study. the study looks like a private library filled with dusty scrolls and holographic screens. Riha is forced to stand before her father, a man with graying hair and eyes that only look at data, never her face. Her father Dr.Alistair Roy ,( he was a Leading geneticist and Head of the Roy research institute), he started talking and his voice was like a deep cold voice with no emotions but with slight happiness just like he got succeded getting a bussiness deal that right he really got a bussiness deal lets see, " Riha i want to tell you about Recite the lineage of the Valerius Conglomerate, third branch do you know about it ". yes dad "Founded in 1942. Current assets: 400 billion. Specialization: Bio-warfare and Global Logistics. The heir is Julian Valerius, age 26...". She pauses, looking at a camera tucked away on a shelf—her only joy."Focus. You aren't being raised to take pictures of birds, Riha. You are the 'Asccrest'—the secondary evolution. You are the bridge to a new era of humanity. Your only purpose is to ensure our research continues through the right... alliances."said her father. she said yes father i know that and her father said ok then i will talk to you later now go to your room i wanted to talk to now but i have to the conference with for some bussiness as he said he leaves.
Nighttime. Riha is in her room, lit only by the glow of her laptop. She is looking at an email: "Congratulations! You have been accepted into the Royal Institute of Photography."A small smile—the first real one—touches her lips as She touches the screen.
The door slams open. Her father enters, his face tight with anger. He holds a printout of the email."Photography? You would trade your genetic destiny for a hobby of the common people?"He drops the paper into a wastebasket and clicks a lighter. The flame reflects in Riha's wide eyes.
Riha(Whispering) "It's the only thing I've ever asked for. I don't want to be an 'evolution.' I just want to be... me." Her father said"You don't belong to yourself. You belong to the future of this family. Tomorrow, you wear the royal blue silk gown . The Valerius family is coming to inspect their investment."Her father leaves, locking the door from the outside. Riha stands alone in the dark room.She walks to the wastebasket and reaches into the fire. Her hand burns, the skin blackening, then instantly bubbling and turning back into smooth, pale flesh. "My body healed the burn in an instant. But the part of me that wanted to be human... that stayed a scar."She looks out the window at the distant city lights. In the shadow of the corner of her room, a dark mist seems to swirl for a second, then vanishes. she tought "ohh they are going to sell me to that family i can undersatand that now".