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When Alex woke up from the surprise attack Richter did, he saw that he was once again inside the isolated room. Yet this time he wasn't bound in chains and he still had his weapons. At first Alex was confused as to what was happening and wanted to figure out what plan the b*stard of a grandfather was concocting this time,
Alex then checked his gun and saw that it had no bullets. So the only thing Alex could use at the moment was his sword. While Alex was assessing the situation, Richter looked at him amused by his actions.
'Hmm, it would seem that he was finally able to calm down. I guess the sudden influx of different emotions had momentarily blinded my brilliant grandson. Just a little more, just a tiny push and he would finally become the perfect Greyhound.'
The two simply look at each other for some time. Both of them said nothing, as the other simply observed the person in front of him. Alex who was still a bit agitated was the first to speak.
"What do you want this time? Are you here to gloat of your victory? Heh, what a petty old man you are. If-" Alex was about to say, if you didn't have the those nanomachines, you would have already died a hundred times. Alex didn't continue to say those words, since he knew that the old man only took those hits because he knew they won't affect him. Blaming the other person because the tools he has were better than his, isn't really something Alex should say.
Seeing Alex suddenly stop talking made Richter chuckle a bit. After chuckling, Richter's face suddenly turned serious, with that the atmosphere became tense.
"Alex your strength is undeniably that of a Greyhound's. You have all the strength, and intelligence of a true Greyhound. Yet you lack the most important factor that could make you into the perfect Greyhound. What you lack is a Greyhound's calm cruelty, the calmness to logically and efficiently think of the best course of action. The cruelty to do anything to efficiently achieve your goal. Even if you lose the strength and intelligence of a Greyhound, as long as you had the calm cruelty, both of those things could be attained overtime. Unfortunately the ideals and thirst of the Greyhounds isn't with you. Unfortunately acquiring calm cruelty isn't gained by training, it needs to come from deep within you. Still as a Greyhound I'm sure that rage, that thirst, that insanity lies within you. Nay, I believe most humans have that characteristic and they simply mask it with their supposed rationality. So with that thought in mind I had an idea."
Richter looked at Alex with a cruel smile on his face. Seeing him like that actually frightened Alex a bit.
"How about you kill your friends?" Alex was stunned the moment he heard the crazy sh*t his grandfather said.
"Huh? You really are an insane old man. What made you think I'll actually do that?"
"I think you will agree with me Alex, after you hear my offer."
"No matter what you offer I would never kill my friends. Do you think that you can give something that could actually sway me? Even in the face of death or torture, I would never harm my friends!"
"Really, are you sure about that? What if my offer is that I won't kill Rachel. If you kill your friends I will allow Rachel to live, I could even allow her to become your wife. If you don't take this offer, then I'll simply kill all your friends including Rachel. I would kill them in the most horrific way you can think off. I could even torture them until they themselves wish for death to embrace them."
Alex's mind blanked out for a moment and he started shaking a bit, but after a few seconds he was able to think of something to say to counter his grandfather's plan.
"I know you won't do that." Alex who was shaking in fear moments ago, looked at his grandfather with resolute eyes. Richter was stunned to see a reaction he wasn't expecting.
"Oh, what makes you think that I won't do what I say? If you haven't notice, not once did I do anything contrary to my words."
"It's because you need me to become your successor or some sh*t like that. You need me to become a true Greyhound, right? It's like you said before, you and I are the only remaining Greyhounds. If you kill my friends, I would kill myself joining them."
Richter looked at Alex with eyes of disappointment.
"I thought you came up with something more creative, how disappointing. Let me tell you Alex, I already guess that you would do that, actually I already thought of all the different ways you would react if I killed all of them. That's why as a final measure after showing you their gruesome deaths, and depending on what actions you take, I would most probably wipe you memory."
Alex who heard that his grandfather planned to wipe his memory, made him start formulating different scenarios in his head. Was there another route he could take that would lead to a better ending? Killing his grandfather was impossible with his current abilities. Tricking his grandfather doesn't seem remotely feasible. Faking the deaths of his friends would be seen through quickly. Alex though as fast as possible as to what was the best course of action, to avoid the death of his friends, and he could only reach one answer. It doesn't matter if this would make him fail his mission, there was no other choice.
Alex quickly unsheathed his sword and was about to kill himself, but before he could do so, his grandfather was able to stop him.
"So the only conclusion was suicide. Well even that route will be blocked." Richter then wore a gas mask as the room was once again being filled with an incapacitating agent. Breathing in the gas that was filling the room, Alex consciousness was slowly fading. He could no longer use much strength, as he heard his grandfather speak.
"Once you wake up, your friends will be here. By that time I hope you have made your decision."
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When Alex woke up from the surprise attack Richter did, he saw that he was once again inside the isolated room. Yet this time he wasn't bound in chains and he still had his weapons. At first Alex was confused as to what was happening and wanted to figure out what plan the b*stard of a grandfather was concocting this time,
Alex then checked his gun and saw that it had no bullets. So the only thing Alex could use at the moment was his sword. While Alex was assessing the situation, Richter looked at him amused by his actions.
'Hmm, it would seem that he was finally able to calm down. I guess the sudden influx of different emotions had momentarily blinded my brilliant grandson. Just a little more, just a tiny push and he would finally become the perfect Greyhound.'
The two simply look at each other for some time. Both of them said nothing, as the other simply observed the person in front of him. Alex who was still a bit agitated was the first to speak.
"What do you want this time? Are you here to gloat of your victory? Heh, what a petty old man you are. If-" Alex was about to say, if you didn't have the those nanomachines, you would have already died a hundred times. Alex didn't continue to say those words, since he knew that the old man only took those hits because he knew they won't affect him. Blaming the other person because the tools he has were better than his, isn't really something Alex should say.
Seeing Alex suddenly stop talking made Richter chuckle a bit. After chuckling, Richter's face suddenly turned serious, with that the atmosphere became tense.
"Alex your strength is undeniably that of a Greyhound's. You have all the strength, and intelligence of a true Greyhound. Yet you lack the most important factor that could make you into the perfect Greyhound. What you lack is a Greyhound's calm cruelty, the calmness to logically and efficiently think of the best course of action. The cruelty to do anything to efficiently achieve your goal. Even if you lose the strength and intelligence of a Greyhound, as long as you had the calm cruelty, both of those things could be attained overtime. Unfortunately the ideals and thirst of the Greyhounds isn't with you. Unfortunately acquiring calm cruelty isn't gained by training, it needs to come from deep within you. Still as a Greyhound I'm sure that rage, that thirst, that insanity lies within you. Nay, I believe most humans have that characteristic and they simply mask it with their supposed rationality. So with that thought in mind I had an idea."
Richter looked at Alex with a cruel smile on his face. Seeing him like that actually frightened Alex a bit.
"How about you kill your friends?" Alex was stunned the moment he heard the crazy sh*t his grandfather said.
"Huh? You really are an insane old man. What made you think I'll actually do that?"
"I think you will agree with me Alex, after you hear my offer."
"No matter what you offer I would never kill my friends. Do you think that you can give something that could actually sway me? Even in the face of death or torture, I would never harm my friends!"
"Really, are you sure about that? What if my offer is that I won't kill Rachel. If you kill your friends I will allow Rachel to live, I could even allow her to become your wife. If you don't take this offer, then I'll simply kill all your friends including Rachel. I would kill them in the most horrific way you can think off. I could even torture them until they themselves wish for death to embrace them."
Alex's mind blanked out for a moment and he started shaking a bit, but after a few seconds he was able to think of something to say to counter his grandfather's plan.
"I know you won't do that." Alex who was shaking in fear moments ago, looked at his grandfather with resolute eyes. Richter was stunned to see a reaction he wasn't expecting.
"Oh, what makes you think that I won't do what I say? If you haven't notice, not once did I do anything contrary to my words."
"It's because you need me to become your successor or some sh*t like that. You need me to become a true Greyhound, right? It's like you said before, you and I are the only remaining Greyhounds. If you kill my friends, I would kill myself joining them."
Richter looked at Alex with eyes of disappointment.
"I thought you came up with something more creative, how disappointing. Let me tell you Alex, I already guess that you would do that, actually I already thought of all the different ways you would react if I killed all of them. That's why as a final measure after showing you their gruesome deaths, and depending on what actions you take, I would most probably wipe you memory."
Alex who heard that his grandfather planned to wipe his memory, made him start formulating different scenarios in his head. Was there another route he could take that would lead to a better ending? Killing his grandfather was impossible with his current abilities. Tricking his grandfather doesn't seem remotely feasible. Faking the deaths of his friends would be seen through quickly. Alex though as fast as possible as to what was the best course of action, to avoid the death of his friends, and he could only reach one answer. It doesn't matter if this would make him fail his mission, there was no other choice.
Alex quickly unsheathed his sword and was about to kill himself, but before he could do so, his grandfather was able to stop him.
"So the only conclusion was suicide. Well even that route will be blocked." Richter then wore a gas mask as the room was once again being filled with an incapacitating agent. Breathing in the gas that was filling the room, Alex consciousness was slowly fading. He could no longer use much strength, as he heard his grandfather speak.
"Once you wake up, your friends will be here. By that time I hope you have made your decision."
When Alex woke up from the surprise attack Richter did, he saw that he was once again inside the isolated room. Yet this time he wasn't bound in chains and he still had his weapons. At first Alex was confused as to what was happening and wanted to figure out what plan the b*stard of a grandfather was concocting this time, Alex then checked his gun and saw that it had no bullets. So the only thing Alex could use at the moment was his sword. While Alex was assessing the situation, Richter looked at him amused by his actions. 'Hmm, it would seem that he was finally able to calm down. I guess the sudden influx of different emotions had momentarily blinded my brilliant grandson. Just a little more, just a tiny push and he would finally become the perfect Greyhound.'The two simply look at each other for some time. Both of them said nothing, as the other simply observed the person in front of him. Alex who was still a bit agitated was the first to speak. "What do you want this time? Are you here to gloat of your victory? Heh, what a petty old man you are. If-" Alex was about to say, if you didn't have the those nanomachines, you would have already died a hundred times. Alex didn't continue to say those words, since he knew that the old man only took those hits because he knew they won't affect him. Blaming the other person because the tools he has were better than his, isn't really something Alex should say. Seeing Alex suddenly stop talking made Richter chuckle a bit. After chuckling, Richter's face suddenly turned serious, with that the atmosphere became tense. "Alex your strength is undeniably that of a Greyhound's. You have all the strength, and intelligence of a true Greyhound. Yet you lack the most important factor that could make you into the perfect Greyhound. What you lack is a Greyhound's calm cruelty, the calmness to logically and efficiently think of the best course of action. The cruelty to do anything to efficiently achieve your goal. Even if you lose the strength and intelligence of a Greyhound, as long as you had the calm cruelty, both of those things could be attained overtime. Unfortunately the ideals and thirst of the Greyhounds isn't with you. Unfortunately acquiring calm cruelty isn't gained by training, it needs to come from deep within you. Still as a Greyhound I'm sure that rage, that thirst, that insanity lies within you. Nay, I believe most humans have that characteristic and they simply mask it with their supposed rationality. So with that thought in mind I had an idea." Richter looked at Alex with a cruel smile on his face. Seeing him like that actually frightened Alex a bit. "How about you kill your friends?" Alex was stunned the moment he heard the crazy sh*t his grandfather said. "Huh? You really are an insane old man. What made you think I'll actually do that?" "I think you will agree with me Alex, after you hear my offer." "No matter what you offer I would never kill my friends. Do you think that you can give something that could actually sway me? Even in the face of death or torture, I would never harm my friends!" "Really, are you sure about that? What if my offer is that I won't kill Rachel. If you kill your friends I will allow Rachel to live, I could even allow her to become your wife. If you don't take this offer, then I'll simply kill all your friends including Rachel. I would kill them in the most horrific way you can think off. I could even torture them until they themselves wish for death to embrace them."Alex's mind blanked out for a moment and he started shaking a bit, but after a few seconds he was able to think of something to say to counter his grandfather's plan. "I know you won't do that." Alex who was shaking in fear moments ago, looked at his grandfather with resolute eyes. Richter was stunned to see a reaction he wasn't expecting. "Oh, what makes you think that I won't do what I say? If you haven't notice, not once did I do anything contrary to my words.""It's because you need me to become your successor or some sh*t like that. You need me to become a true Greyhound, right? It's like you said before, you and I are the only remaining Greyhounds. If you kill my friends, I would kill myself joining them."Richter looked at Alex with eyes of disappointment. "I thought you came up with something more creative, how disappointing. Let me tell you Alex, I already guess that you would do that, actually I already thought of all the different ways you would react if I killed all of them. That's why as a final measure after showing you their gruesome deaths, and depending on what actions you take, I would most probably wipe you memory." Alex who heard that his grandfather planned to wipe his memory, made him start formulating different scenarios in his head. Was there another route he could take that would lead to a better ending? Killing his grandfather was impossible with his current abilities. Tricking his grandfather doesn't seem remotely feasible. Faking the deaths of his friends would be seen through quickly. Alex though as fast as possible as to what was the best course of action, to avoid the death of his friends, and he could only reach one answer. It doesn't matter if this would make him fail his mission, there was no other choice.Alex quickly unsheathed his sword and was about to kill himself, but before he could do so, his grandfather was able to stop him. "So the only conclusion was suicide. Well even that route will be blocked." Richter then wore a gas mask as the room was once again being filled with an incapacitating agent. Breathing in the gas that was filling the room, Alex consciousness was slowly fading. He could no longer use much strength, as he heard his grandfather speak. "Once you wake up, your friends will be here. By that time I hope you have made your decision."
