The air was thick with the stench of blood and gunpowder.
Baba knelt on the cold, blood-soaked floor, cradling Mirshad's limp body in his arms. His hands trembled, not from fear — but from the weight of helplessness.
"Mirshad… wake up, my son."
There was no response. Only the faint tremor of Mirshad's body, convulsing slightly, the aftershock of power surging through him. Blood seeped from his wounds, but it wasn't the wounds that scared Baba. It was the unknown force inside him, tearing him apart from within.
Behind them, John limped toward the door, clutching his side, blood dripping down his fingers.
John paused at the threshold, glancing back at Baba.
"You'll remember this day, Faisal," John sneered, his voice low and venomous. "The people behind me… you know who they are. You know what they can do. Your little savior won't stand a chance. The world will burn around him."
Without waiting for a reply, John disappeared into the night.
Baba barely heard him — his whole world was collapsing right there in his arms.
Sara, her sister, and her friend ran forward, stopping short when they saw the scene. Blood. Bodies. And Baba, kneeling, holding Mirshad's broken form.
"Baba!" Sara's voice was high with panic.
"We have to get out of here! Mama… it's been over an hour. She's gone. We need to take care of her… but Mirshad—he needs a hospital now!"
Baba's eyes flickered with unshed tears at the mention of Mama, but there was no time to grieve.
Suddenly, Mirshad's chest rose sharply— a deep, shuddering breath, like someone gasping for air after nearly drowning.
Baba's breath caught in his throat.
"Mirshad! My son!" Baba's voice cracked with both relief and fear.
"Hold on, you're okay… you're okay."
But Baba knew the truth — Mirshad was not okay. Not even close.
Sara didn't wait for orders — she ran to the car, throwing it into reverse.
"Bring him!" she shouted.
Baba gently lifted Mirshad, cradling his head against his chest. "I made a promise, my son," Baba whispered, "I won't fail you now."
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The Ride to the Clinic
The car sped down the dark roads, the silence inside was suffocating.
Sara drove with shaking hands.
Baba held Mirshad, watching his face — his skin pale, his breathing shallow, but he was still alive.
In the backseat, Baba pulled out his phone — not the normal one, but an old, black device hidden deep in his jacket.
He dialed a number without hesitation.
"It's me," Baba said the moment the call connected.
There was no need for introductions.
"I'm back. Emergency. Send your best — now."
On the other end, there was no question, no hesitation.
"Understood," came the reply.
The line went dead.
Sara glanced in the rearview mirror, her forehead creased with confusion.
Who was that? she wanted to ask, but something in Baba's expression told her — now was not the time.
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At the Private Clinic
The moment they arrived, a team was already waiting outside — Baba's personal doctor, an old friend from a life Baba rarely spoke of.
They rushed Mirshad inside, placing him on a stretcher, wheeling him directly into the ICU.
Baba stood outside the glass window, watching as machines were connected to mirshad , lines of blood and fluid running like fragile veins across the room.
Sara, her sister, and her friend stood close, their faces pale with shock and unanswered questions.
The silence was unbearable.
After what felt like a lifetime, the doctor emerged from the room, pulling off his gloves.
"Faisal, come with me," the doctor said.
Baba followed him into a small office, leaving Sara and the others outside, still trying to process everything they'd seen.
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The Doctor's Revelation
The doctor sat, his face a mixture of confusion and disbelief.
"Faisal… what the hell is going on?" the doctor asked.
"First your wife, now this boy — his body shouldn't even be alive."
Baba stayed silent.
"I ran the scans," the doctor continued, his voice rising slightly.
"This kid's organs were failing — every single one of them. His heart, lungs, liver — everything. But now… they're healing themselves. Regenerating at a rate no human body could possibly achieve. What is he?"
Baba's hands rested on the table, fingers curling into fists.
"He's not like us," Baba said softly.
"He's something else."
The doctor shook his head in disbelief.
"This isn't science. This is something beyond anything I've seen."
Baba turned to Sara, who had followed quietly into the room.
"Show him," Baba said.
Sara opened her phone and played the original CCTV footage — the first time Mirshad's powers awakened at Baba's house.
The doctor's face paled as he watched Mirshad transform — glowing veins, inhuman speed, strength beyond belief.
"This…" The doctor's voice trembled.
"This isn't a boy… this is a weapon."
"There's no time to explain everything," Baba said.
"But if we don't do something now — he won't survive the next transformation."
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The Emergency Call — The Backup Plan
The doctor shook his head.
"I'm a doctor, Faisal — but this… this is far beyond me. You need specialists. Someone who understands genetics, military enhancement, biological weaponry — whatever the hell this is."
Baba didn't even blink.
"They're already coming."
Sara's brows furrowed.
"Who did you call, Baba?"
Baba's jaw clenched.
"People I hoped I'd never have to call again."
The weight in his voice made the room go cold.
Sara, her sister, and Jabir all exchanged looks — who the hell was Baba, really?
They had known him as the wise, kind man who gave them work, shelter, and guidance.
But the way he spoke, the calmness with which he called in a ghost army from his past, made them realize…
There was a side of Baba they had never seen.
A side they were afraid to even ask about.
The silence was broken only by the distant sound of tires screeching to a stop outside the clinic.
Sara glanced through the window — a convoy of black, unmarked vehicles lined the street.
"They're here," Baba said quietly.
The past had arrived.