The Viper's Successor by Somsiddha Saha (ebook reader play store .txt) 📗

career. Your mom was attending a science event at London, but her flight was cancelled and blocked because of the virus flourished. All modes of transport were continued to defer indefinitely, and lockdown was enforced across countries. She took a hotel at London and constantly kept connections with us, you know that. Protection and quarantine were not enough, and me and my assistants were our elbows greased to find out possible cure for that. We were out of any government privileges; we had not got any financial supports from any institutes as every concern and industries suffered huge loss and some got defunct. We, the group of 6 started funding our project but still faced problems like chemical requisites and human trials. Still, we kept our hopes high and with constant synergy, attempted to make a breakthrough. One of us sold his own house for funds and we were distraught completely. Where were those institutions, those industries now, felicitated and accoladed us with honor before? Where are their promises of constant support? Nobody stands during your hard times.

We were about to reach the final stage on that day, you know when you got the news. Couldn’t it be just a week later? What illicit activities I have committed that the almighty took everything from me? Rony could not come too from his campaign. And, how could he? How could we? The entire world had seen the drastic image of quarantine zones, accursed with virus. I stood as a total failure, a joker of the society who could not save his own loved ones and I blame myself for that. Suvantika died because of my malediction. Why is love always to get cursed?

But no emotions work in professional fields. With persistence I achieved the breakthrough within the very next two months. I also got my hands on the Idium, wanted to sculpt something out of it and clone it into infinite incendiaries. For the army that has unwavering approach for protection of the country, I wanted to do something for them as this Idium when compressed, is impregnable.I wanted to share it with Rony too, but later I realised it was too late. For my envision was a disease-free world, and secured with utmost tranquillity where everyone thrives peacefully despite maintaining distance and touch. What is love without a gentle touch, a pat on the shoulder, cuddling, warm hugs and kisses? I wanted that no one should suffer the same fate like me in this world. But with my provisions only I had to resort to one of my classmates, the big shot entrepreneur of NY, to seek distributable indoctrinations. I have not wanted any help from him before, but unable to seek and other way, I had to. But turned out, self-benefits and politics are intertwined with this society, there is nothing left for generosity. The world itself is suffering from the disease of amassing powers to imbue, what could this simple virus do?

Failed and despondent, my subconscious mind instigated me to take the path of Demon. I ran out of my optimism, tolerance, and tenacity. The dark side of mine had engulfed me, pressurized me, slowly but steadily. The same hand I used to cure thousands, turned into the hands of choking and killing millions. Yes, this man, your dad is the cause behind as he was dead inside, long before mercilessly stomped by politics and businesses. Murdering hundreds of customs duty officers, port trust managers, start-up venturers I started trading biological weapons and chemicals with foreign and underdeveloped countries, to their corporates to defile the World class enterprises and industries deals in pharmaceuticals and drugs. But still could not succeeded to collapse them as entrepreneurship surpasses smuggling, duping, and bootlegging you cannot even imagine the mendacities. Deluding our contracts they threatened to kill me . They stood strong because of their political power and they intimidated me with stoppage of sending medical assistant to resistance, forces, guild and terrorists, whom I have been supplying with live saving drugs and weapons through these corporates, working as a medium. I had not believed these felonious beings from the very beginning and as presumed they showed their real stance. What could I do instead? How could I trade without a middleman? An entity? Conciliation with enemies should not be done, I understood finally. Berkserked and deranged I led the Zombie Apocalypse of 2028, a virus made from Donnovan Gilman’s blood. That same blood which flowed continuously during happy moments during our harmonious relationships and splattered during treachery. It pervaded and extruded the regions. I was not into myself. I took oath to save people, not killing them.

Then I realised, what have I done in aggression? Just for my grievance, mankind is paying its price? This is not what I wanted, to kill children, women, and men! Deepti and Suvantika is watching me from heaven and regretting what end this man has brought to mankind. I did spread the carrier, but…but Dermatoxia was not my invention. It grew from those decaying bodies, whose justice had not been served, waiting on deaths threshold to skew my heart. The common people, noble-personalities, social workers, all are suffering the same fate of the miscreants.

I always was worried about you two. Contacting you was unable from my side; you can get that. But how could I contact Rony? And with what impression? Your father is no one but the erring Jade Viper, the one on whom a shoot at sight has been enforced just bootlegging and contraband of weapons and chemicals? The inspiration, the bearer of the family is a mass murderer? Zombie apocalypse was my execution, no one in this world knows that and I am telling this to you only. If possible, with your skills spread this news in press and media as people will never know who was behind this. This is not some incongruencies of nature, but a deed of this abominable creature, they need to know that.

I have realised that my