Chapter 3: Nude honesty and clothed lie

Maybe that person is one of "them." My attempt to turn was interrupted by an adult's hand. It plucked me to stop me from turning around. There was a hand around my stomach, with finger pointing upwards. Blood started pouring out of the hand, followed by bone rising from it. Under my throat was a finger with a pointed tip of more than 40 centimeters. It wasn't my hand, it was someone else's. They used my ability against me. Double-edged sword. Energy cannot be destroyed, nor can it be created from nothing. The growth of this bone used a lot of energy, as well as the material of some other part of the body. I elbowed the person behind me in the ribs, managing to break the two that were weaker due to the ability. Good call. I turn to point my hand at that person threateningly, my ability ready to strike.

 !? 

What. 

The person in front of me is naked, but that's not what shocked me.

It's Niksha.

    "What's going on?" I raised my voice. 

"You've probably figured it out by now, but that wasn't my child. 

It wasn't a child at all. Just me.

I, too, have altered DNA."

*As the two leading characters meet, a collapse ensues. The story writes itself.*

As the blades formed from my fingers, I launched myself at Niksha, with determination flowing through my veins. Niksha is approaching, too. My attack couldn't be avoided. There is no space. 

!?

Suddenly, his body started to shrink and transform into that of a child, catching me off guard. He was under my blades, avoiding them. Again, he returned to his original form, causing my blades to break.     

"AAAH!" I screamed. Can you judge me? Four of my bones were just broken. The last thing I saw was a hand above my neck before losing my consciousness. This guy is dangerous. 

POV came back to Niksha. 

After half an hour, Katarina wakes up without pain. Her body may have recovered, but it lost a lot of energy because of it. I was sitting to her left, on the floor, with one knee bent so she couldn't see my dick. It was a little uncomfortable. I couldn't do anything like this. 

    "Why didn't you kill me?" she stopped my train of thoughts. 

    "Hmm? I never planned to. I need you."

    "Whatever you do, I'm not interested in," her gaze was blank and hopeless.

    "At least hear me out. The only way for you to continue living is to join me." 

    "Same goes for you. I can't let you live after seeing my secret."

    "There is a cure."

Her eyes regained their sparkle. She's interested, even though I made it up completely.

"How do I find it?" she jumped. 

    "You can't do it alone. After all, that's why I went on a mission to gather people to help me find it. We have to leave this country."

    "You know it's forbidden to leave countries. How do you plan to accomplish that?" 

    "Simple.

 First we will get rid of the government in our country and make a mess. They will send their people to control the situation. The moment they return, we will leave Bosnia. Although they won't send people directly under their control, just leaving the country will bring us closer to them. After all, everyone is connected to them. That's the only way to destroy this false peace."

    "What's wrong with you? I understand that as soon as they find out that someone has the ability, they take them away. I don't want to die yet. There are things I need to do, but they managed to secure 100% of human lives with their plan being bad or not. 

    "People are like sheep, Katarina. They have no dreams, they don't care about art and hobbies, and joy of living. Are you aware that people's lifespan  has shortened because of their unhappy lifestyles. 

I won't even mention how many suicides happened. 

    "I'm telling you these things don't make sense. Even if you get rid of that organization, everything will be in shambles. Wars will happen again. People will start expanding the territories of their states again, like before. People will die needlessly! " 

    "Shut up! A lot of people have already died because of their way of peace!" 

    "What the fuck are you talking about?" 

    "About World War 3."

    "That's science fiction for sick people who can't live in peace, just like you!" 

    "World War 3 only lasted one day." After I told her that, her exes widened. 

    "Just one day? That's impossible. It never happened. That's would be just insane." 

    "It ended with 23999 suicides."

    "How is that even possible? War with no casualties and only suicides? No, they killed them and because they won, they wrote history? Who would believe that?" she asked, mistaking me for a clown. 

So she believes me after all. 

  "True, but those 23999 suicides happened because of them. All 23999 people were part of  counter organization who tried to prevent their plan. That was not their total number. Their total number was 24000. One person is still alive, but even they don't know it."

    "How did you get that information?" 

    "There is one person who works with me. It's hard to find people who would go against law, let alone people with altered DNA. Those people are always counted as lost forever. Not even a trace from them."

    "Just because you don't like their history and the way they do things is reason enough to do all this? What do you even want? To rule the world?" 

    "I don't know what's wrong with me, but there's one thing I live for. One thing that makes me happy." 

    "What is that thing? Money? Power?" she looked at me with disgust.

"Art. As long as there is art, there will be humanity. Art is the only thing that fulfills me. I have nothing else left in this promised land. If art dies, so do I."  

   "I can't condone the path you tread. A path that dances dangerously close to the abyss of war. 

Not any war...World War 4.

Anyway, we learned the other's secrets. For it seems, one of us will have to die."

"Aren't you afraid for yourself? One day someone might kill you because you're different?"

    "It doesn't matter. I want to live in peace as long as I can. I promise you that no one will know about your secret. The only thing I want for you is to promise me the same."

I had no energy left. I knew I couldn't kill her now. So I decided to give her another chance. 

    "I won't kill you, and I won't promise you that. But-" my sentence was cut off by the rumbling of my stomach. 

    "Go home," she sighed.

    "Uh… I can't," I said in embarrassment. She was lying on the floor with her eyes closed.    

    "Why...?" she spoke wearily.  

    "I'm naked..."     

    "Pahahahaha-" she burst out laughing.

"You have a ballet costume in the closet, you can wear it."

I went to see what kind of costume it was. It was the kind of costume you would normally think of when you think of ballet. Light pink costume with skirt. I had no other choice. The leggings were so tight they were on the verge of tearing.     

    "I'll pay you back for this!"

    "Pahahahaha-" she continued to laugh with the last atoms of her strength.

"There is one Tutu dress it you'd like instead!" said while still laughing, laying on the floor in tears. I came out in my elegant costume, with a not-so-elegant walk of shame. I still heard Katarina laughing, so I left the building. The costume was tight. It probably belonged to her. She is 160 cm tall and much smaller than me by built. I couldn't transform into a smaller body because I no longer had the energy to fully control my body, so I decided to run so nobody could see me. When I reached full speed, my leggings ripped and my dick fell out. Later, the police arrested me for public exposure.