Alterin Saga: Biohazard

Alterin Saga: Biohazard
Episode 9: A feast of past memories


Me and Sam have been at David Bossman's wedding anniversary party. We had a plan in place last night, and it's time for action. There were a lot of guests invited, about 30 people. The majority were David's colleagues and relatives.


We were both wearing party-style clothes, Tuxedo and dresses. Of course we brought a fake invitation card made by Sora, and some of his tools. In fact he gave us the role of 'Investor Couple' and taught the manners of the elite.


"A great party" said Sam.


"Yes. The last time I enjoyed a formal party was a year ago. You remember, right?"


"The company's birthday party? Yeah, I even remember when you and Daniel hid some cookies to bring home, "Sam chuckled.


"Damn, you saw him?" I was a little surprised to hear that.


"Well, that's how. By the way, how's Reverie City? Should we go back one day?"


"Then it—"


"The city of Reverie has been warding off the plague. But it only happens downtown. The government has been broadcasting emergency messages across the country, as well as other countries. To date, however, there has been no major progress. The city center is now protected by a steel fort and claimed to be safe" Sora said through the Earpiece, a communication device in our ears.


"Is that? What about Projects? Has the government been tracking us?"


"Until this moment we are safe. I've checked the police and military data. But one thing surprised me. Your name's on the police list"


"What's? Sora—"


"Good night, invited guest," my words immediately came to a halt as the MCs began to speak on the podium. Sam elbowed me, reminding me to focus on the mission.


But unfortunately, I can't focus. The cops? My name? Whatisthis? Could it be that Sora knows my past story?


Sam once again nudged me to focus, "Rave, are you okay? We have to keep an eye on the target. Don't get distracted by anything"


I shake my head strongly. Trying to get rid of the curiosity and dizziness in my head.


"You okay? Your face is pale. Sora, Rave is getting weird. His face was pale and he looked sick, "Sam tried to contact Sora.


"Damn.. apa... yang... ugh—"


"The rave!"


...---...


I opened my eyes slowly. I think I've been lying down a long time. My vision was blurred, there was only a light above. The sun? No, it's like a streetlight. What the hell's going on? Where'sme?


"You okay, buddy?" Someone came towards me. He ran in a hurry.


"Hey, you hear me? Wh dude? Hey—"


"Oh, thank goodness. You all right? Is there any part of your body that hurts?"


"What's going on?"


"You—"


...---...


"Ah, he's conscious. Hey, Madam! Your husband's up" a doctor. No, a man in white was crouching beside me lying on the marble floor.


"Are you awake, Rave?" the man whispered to me. I focused my eyes on this guy. Strange, I don't know him.


"It's me, Bill," he said.


"Bill's? You look. What's going on?"


"My ability is to control every cell of my body. So I changed the texture and shape of my face and body" she said, shrugging her shoulders.


"really? Well..it's weird," my voice slowly improved. I tried to sit cross-legged.


"That's what people say"


"Where are we? Where's party? Sam?"


"Please calm down, man. We're in the storage room. Sam just went out to call an ambulance, but I've already stopped"


"What about the plan?"


"Plan succeeded. David was taken to safety. Now we just have to wait for the pickup car to get there"


I set my breath. My dream just felt real. Like pieces of the past. Bill stood up and checked outside. Then he came back and got me out of the party. A few minutes later we arrived at the side of the road.


"Sora, Rave is awake. What about the invitation?" Bill spoke at the Earpiece, but there was no response.


"Bzzzt... ready—"


"Alright, we just have to wait now. Oh, there it is" a black limousine stopped in front of us. Bill's still got me trying to open the door.


But, the door opened quickly and hit the head of Bill who was down. Bill staggered back, and eventually fell because of my weight.


"Hello, Bill. We meet again"