Published at 2nd of June 2026 11:02 am

Chapter 212 Moments from the Truth

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212: Moments from the Truth 212: Moments from the Truth Arthur’s sunken eyes followed the blur of houses flying past outside the car window.

It seemed he had zoned out briefly while Donovan tried talking to him.

“Arthur, are you listening to me?” Donovan asked with an almost frustrated tone.

“W-What?” Arthur stuttered, straightening up in his seat after being broken out of his trance.

“Your father expressed concerns that you haven’t been eating.

What’s going on with you?” “Sorry.

I haven’t been feeling well the last couple of weeks.” Arthur responded, “I’m going to visit Doctor Hudson and have him take a look.” Arthur had been cold and distant to everyone around him for the last few weeks.

The repeated use of his power inflicted him with constant nausea, which ruined his appetite, and watching his mother’s death until his heart grew numb to it scared him more than anything.

As the car pulled up to the laboratory, Donovan stared at him with concern.

Arthur left the vehicle and gave Donovan a forced smile and a thank you.

Walking towards the laboratory’s entrance, he heard Donovan drive off towards the Laboratory carpark.

Greeting people as he entered the building, Arthur quickly slipped into the elevator as somebody else walked out.

Not wanting to use the stairs in his current condition.

“One passenger detected, Master Arthur Holmes, Identity confirmed.

Where would you like to go?” A robotic voice spoke as the doors closed.

“Medical bay.” He ordered.

“Understood; commencing travel to level two, you’ll arrive shortly.” The elevator sped up as soon as the robotic voice finished its speech.

Although the second floor wasn’t that far, it only took a moment, “Level two, medical research, emergency care and the medical bay.” Arthur walked out of the elevator into a long hallway, he traversed down the hallway and through the medical research sector, ensuring he didn’t bump into anybody as he walked through, and making sure to avoid anybody who would question his presence being there, namely his sister.

Instead of heading to Doctor Hudson’s office, Arthur made his way to the room of the comatose Mallory Keres.

The room was as clinical and sterile as one might expect from a high-tech facility.

Its overhead fluorescent lights lit it well, but something in the room felt ominous and almost oppressive.

As he took another step towards her, the woman lying on the medical bed at the end of the room, the hairs on his arms stood on end.

The room’s temperature was comfortable, yet goosebumps formed on his body as though he were cold.

The slow rhythmic beeping of the machinery monitoring her condition cut through the silence, drawing Arthur’s attention to one of the screens that didn’t suit the current atmosphere.

Unlike the monitor tracking her vital signs, which were calm and expected for someone in an unconscious state, the EEG monitor was going crazy.

Brainwaves that should be considered impossible by regular standards, let alone for people in a coma, were bouncing around on the monitor.

Arthur’s thoughts immediately went back to when Doctor Hudson mentioned his EEG readings, and then a thought ran through his mind, ‘Wait, there are two people whose temperatures were affected by the reactor…

If her brainwaves are similar to what happened to me, does that mean Mallory has the same power as me?’ ‘But if so, if I absorb her power, will I be reduced to a comatose state as well?’ His mind raced, ‘What if she’s not actually just comatose?

What if she’s experiencing visions of the future or past?’ ‘The engineer whose body heated up until hospitalised, what if he absorbed more?

Would he literally burn up?’ He continued to think, ‘What about the cold engineer?

His symptoms didn’t seem as bad as the warm engineer; could it be that he doesn’t have as big of a capacity for the otherworldly energy?’ Before the idea of human experimentation could take root, he quickly shook the thought away.

Glancing over to the comatose woman, fear began to creep into his mind, but he remembered why he had come all this way.

‘If I don’t do this now, I may never have the chance again.’ Arthur began trying to convince himself.

‘I’m so close to the truth.

I need to see it for myself.’ Taking another step forward, the sensation of nausea began building within him once more.

‘Mother didn’t have to die.

She didn’t need to be killed by those animals…’ The visions of his mother being sliced up by the invaders repeated through his mind.

As he took another step, the sight of his mother’s bloodied corpse being left on the forest floor had engraved itself in his mind.

‘I’ll find those bastards, I’ll follow them until they reveal themselves, I’ll hunt them down like the dogs they are.’ His rage grew, culling his nerves and allowing him to take several more steps towards her.

‘But for that, I need power.

The energy trapped in her body should give me the time I need to follow them.’ Before he realised it, he was standing next to his goal.

He stared down at the woman.

Mallory laid there motionless, almost doll-like, the only indication of her being alive was her chest rising and falling and her shallow breaths, supported by machinery and tubing.

It was time.

Nothing was stopping him from acquiring the truth.

As he raised his arm, the world around him faded away, his focus tunnelled on Mallory.

“Arthur?

What are you doing here?” Doctor Hudson’s voice cut through the silence, containing traces of surprise and suspicion.

Arthur’s attention lapsed momentarily as he turned to face the man who had just entered the room.

Arthur’s stomach dropped.

In his haste, he had made a grave mistake.

His impatience had gotten him caught.

There was no way to explain this situation to him, outside of the strange fantastical reason a man of science and medicine would never accept, there was no reason that Arthur would be in the room of a comatose woman, clearly intending to touch her.

He did not know this woman, and from his recollection, he had never interacted with this woman, not even at any of the parties his father hosted.

This could possibly be the last chance Arthur had to get answers; regardless of the excuses he could try to make to Doctor Hudson, there is no realistic way he would be allowed back into the room if he didn’t take the opportunity right now.

As Doctor Hudson began approaching him, Arthur quickly gripped Mallory’s wrist.

“Arthur, wait!” Doctor Hudson shouted as he dropped the clipboard he was holding before lunging towards him.

From Arthur’s point of view, the doctor seemed to be moving almost in slow motion.

It felt as if several seconds had passed, but the clipboard still had not hit the floor.

‘What is going on–‘ Before he could finish the thought, a surge of energy rushed up his arm.

Unlike the mild static shock he felt from the other two engineers, this energy felt violent and uncontrollable.

A burning sensation ran up his arm, and a torrent of energy was forced through his veins as if lightning had struck him.

Pain.

That was all Arthur could feel.

An endless stream of pain threatened to consume him.

‘This is a necessary step’, Arthur thought, ‘I have to take as much of it as I can.’ Although he believed his willpower would be enough to handle the energy, he was not prepared for the intense pain that built up within his arm.

Arthur’s vision darkened.

The pain rushing through his arm had spread to his lungs, making it hard for him to breathe.

He tried to let her go, but his hand wouldn’t listen to him.

It was as if his hand had fused to her wrist.

This sudden loss of control caused his mind to panic.

‘Shit, let go.’ He internally screamed as he grabbed his arm with the other hand, trying to force his own fingers back.

‘Crap, crap, crap.

Let go, you stupid damn f–‘ His mind flooded with obscenities, ‘Will I die?

I can’t afford to die.

Not yet.” His breathing became more shallow as every pained breath left his lungs.

A sense of helplessness washed over him as he started resigning himself to his fate.

‘I guess this is the end…

again.’ He thought to himself almost sarcastically, ‘Maybe I’ll get another restart…’ His mind began to cloud over.

How long had it been?

How much energy did he absorb?

He felt another set of hands on his wrist, followed by a rough yanking sensation.

His fingers felt as though they had almost snapped as Doctor Hudson forced his hand away from Mallory’s wrist.

The continuous stream of pain had finally stopped, leaving behind a numb throbbing sensation that spread through the upper left side of his body.

Through the stupor, the ground beneath Arthur seemed to spin uncontrollably.

His stomach churned violently as the nausea that built up during the few moments was threatening to find a release, taking what little food he consumed that day with it.

After staggering away from Mallory, who seemed to still be in a comatose state, he felt an arm resting on his back, assisting him with his balance.

Although the world was spinning around him, and he felt as though he could even drop dead at any moment, the fact his doctor was there to assist him was reassuring.

‘I would have probably died if he wasn’t there…’ Arthur thought to himself before realising that he was still going to have to explain this to him.

Arthur could barely make out Doctor Hudson’s voice before everything went black.

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