Fentanyl E001: The Mysterious Experiment(Book 1)

Amidst the tears and wailing, Nisha found herself hugging her father, Daddy Truce, who was sobbing uncontrollably. The pain of losing Kimeniah was almost unbearable, and Nisha struggled to come to terms with the fact that she wouldn't get the chance to reunite with her beloved sister.

As Kimeniah's casket was lowered into the grave, the sorrowful crying intensified, knowing that she had found peace in her final resting place. Nisha and the others could only mourn her loss and contemplate the impact of the battles they had fought.

Shawn stood beside Nisha, his expression filled with deep contemplation. He realized that their journey was far from over and that there might be more challenges ahead. He had assumed that Mr. NO was the mastermind behind the Red-In-A01, but seeing Daddy Truce's involvement had proven him wrong.

Mr. Shon, the monster behind so much suffering, had already met his end. Ottawa City now had a cemetery where the residents could rest in peace. Daddy Truce, despite his grief, was committed to assisting the Greenhills residents and ensuring that they were properly buried in the cemetery.

As they laid Kimeniah to rest, the weight of their losses and the gravity of their actions weighed heavily on Nisha and her comrades. The battles they fought had left scars both physically and emotionally, and they knew that the road to healing and finding closure would be a challenging one.

Yet, they were also united by a sense of purpose and camaraderie. Nisha knew that they would continue to stand together, supporting each other through the difficult times, and continuing their quest for justice and peace in a world plagued by darkness and danger.

As Ottawa basked in its newfound safety and tranquility, the scars of the past battles still haunted Shawn. He couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding as the dark clouds gathered overhead, threatening to unleash another downpour.

For Shawn, rain wasn't merely a natural occurrence; it was a symbol of the calamities that had plagued their lives and the world. His clenched fist reflected the lingering tension and unease he felt, even in the midst of the apparent peace.

Despite the victories they had achieved in Ottawa, Shawn knew that the true wickedness behind the upheaval extended far beyond the city's borders. The evil they had fought against was not limited to one place, and he understood that there were still challenges ahead.

Speaking in hushed tones, his words carried the weight of the burden they all carried. The wind seemed to echo his sentiments, howling in response to the lingering darkness that still pervaded the world.

While they had achieved a measure of peace in Ottawa, the global scale of the turmoil they had faced meant that their mission was far from over. There were more battles to fight, more evil to confront, and more lives to protect.

Shawn's vigilance and determination remained unwavering, knowing that the fight for a better world was an ongoing one. With the wind as their companion, they would continue to face the challenges ahead, standing together against the darkness that threatened to engulf them all.

After the commotion had settled down in the city, a few weeks later. Nisha and Shawn found comfort in each other's company during this difficult time and had grown even closer. They were now officially dating, and Nisha felt overjoyed that they had survived the turmoil together and could continue fighting side by side.

As Nisha's birthday approached, she wasn't sure what her father's plans were for the celebration, but she trusted him to make it special. While she wasn't accustomed to celebrating her birthday, she was willing to embrace the idea of joy and happiness after the trials they had faced.

In the backyard, Nisha and Shawn were together, holding hands as they always had. Their connection had deepened, and they no longer needed to woo each other; their feelings for one another were mutual and clear. Nisha was thinking of confessing her emotions to Shawn, and she was excited to see how he would respond.

Nisha's Point of View

As Shawn inquired about my idea, I couldn't help but giggle secretly, filled with excitement. I stood up and playfully pulled him along with me.

"Let's go!" I exclaimed, expressing my happiness, even though he seemed puzzled by my sudden enthusiasm. With a mischievous glint in my eyes, I led him to our destination, chuckling at his confusion.

"Where?" he asked, still trying to figure out my intentions. I continued giggling, knowing that he probably found me unusual but also knowing that he trusted me enough to follow along.

We arrived at the graveyard, a solemn place where I had found a mother figure who had adopted and cared for me, showing me true love despite not being her own child. While there was no body buried there, her name had been carved on the tombstone as a tribute to her passing.

"I want to pay a visit to Mom and Kimeniah," I told Shawn, explaining my purpose for bringing him here. He simply nodded in understanding. Shawn often had a lot on his mind, and I was well aware of how complex and introspective he could be.

With Shawn by my side, we stood before the graves, taking a moment to reflect and pay our respects to those we had lost. The memories of Kimeniah and the woman who had cared for me flooded my thoughts, and I felt a mixture of emotions wash over me. Shawn remained by my side, offering his silent support, and I was grateful for his presence.

In this serene moment at the graveyard, I appreciated the bond I shared with Shawn. Our connection was strong, and despite our individual complexities, we were there for each other. With a sense of peace and gratitude, we took a moment to cherish the memories of those we had loved and lost, finding solace in each other's company.

As Fentynol had not yet been invented, dealing with pain and loss was challenging, but I found solace in my memories of Kimeniah and the woman who had cared for me like a mother. The pain of their absence would sometimes fade when reminiscing about their time together.

i offered to heal Shawn, but he declined, explaining that he wasn't dying because he too had taken Fentanyl to manage his pain. We stood together at Kimeniah's grave, smiling warmly as I gently caressed my sister's name.

"Hi sis," I greeted her with love in my voice. The wind seemed to embrace us, adding a sense of comfort to the moment. Shawn took a seat beside me, paying his respects to Kimeniah as well.

i shared my thoughts with my departed sister, reminiscing about our time together and updating her on our current situation. I spoke of how we had overcome the turmoil in Ottawa and put an end to Mr. Shon's evil. i felt a connection with Kimeniah, even in her absence, and considered her as family, cherishing the memories we had shared during the brief time we spent together.

With Shawn quietly supporting me from behind, I poured out my heart to my sister, expressing my love and gratitude for having had her in my life. I hoped that wherever Kimeniah was, she would find peace and happiness, and promised to continue considering her as my sister, no matter how much the world might change.

In this heartfelt moment, I found comfort and strength, knowing that the memories and love I held for Kimeniah would always be a part of me.

We moved to the other side of the cemetery, where Kimeniah's mother was laid to rest.

When we arrived, her name was the first thing that drew our attention. There's a picture of her in there, and I think she's stunning. Kimeniah had long hair and was born with a narrow face and a pointy nose. Shawn and I sat down and met her right away.

"Hello mum," I said, greeting her as I had Kimeniah.

I locked my gaze on her inscribed name.

Kassandra Nicole Veroso.

Mommy Nicole remained Veroso because Daddy informed me they weren't married. Daddy Truce disguises himself as a Normandeuo. He managed the Organization in a tranquil manner, and those who gave him hope did not disappoint.

Before speaking with her, I took a deep breath.

"How's it going up there? Kimeniah and you might be dating. I know you're pleased right now, and all I want to do now is make you happy and keep you out of the craziness of the world. Mommy, I adore you," I spoke from the bottom of my heart, pouring my feelings out to my mother. At this moment, I felt a sense of release, and my mind was finally at peace. The burden of responsibilities had lifted, and I hadn't felt this calm in a long time. Even when Kimeniah went missing, I found comfort in the thought that she might be with her mother, experiencing a sense of calm and security.

As the wind strengthened around us, I blinked twice, savoring the moment.

Then, with a deep breath, I turned to Shawn, who approached me with understanding in his eyes.

"What?" he asked.

I redirected my gaze to my mother's tombstone before speaking again, my voice filled with determination and affection.

"I've realized that amidst all the chaos and challenges, all I truly want is to be with you, Shawn. You make me happy, and together, we can face whatever the world throws our way. I love you," I confessed, finally expressing my feelings for him.

In this peaceful and sacred place, I had found the courage to share my heart with Shawn, revealing the depth of my emotions for him. The memories of Kimeniah and my mother, and the support of my loved ones, had given me the strength to let go of the past and embrace a new chapter in my life, one filled with love and hope for the future.

He said, "Damn... I'm so glad."

"It's also my obligation to ensure your happiness. Shawn, I adore you as well. And I don't want you to be kidnapped and taken away from me," I replied in hushed tones.

"I appreciate it..." He let go of the hug. I couldn't say no when he kissed me. I was taken aback at first, then I kissed him back.

I never imagined it would happen to us. A part of me thinks it's just getting started. This isn't the true battle. But I'm always willing to go to any length to defend the ones I care about. I'm going to stand up for them and won't let them down.

Nisha Eummeriah Normandeou is my name. A risk-taker and a warrior. I was the only one who came out on top in the experiment. And that's how they refer to the drug Fentanyl E001. I'm also a participant in the Mysterious Experiment.