What the hell just happened? I thought the contracts were supposed to make these “gifts” better, not turn me into some freakier version of myself. But here I am, staring into the mirror at these glowing yellow eyes. No more fingerprints, no bellybutton—my body looks like it’s been sculpted by some deranged artist. And the crazy part? I run some test on myself. I can’t bleed, can’t die from damage to vital organs. I’m practically immortal, but at what cost?

The mutation inside me evolved, and now my cells are sentient. If I lose a limb, it keeps moving on its own. I can squeeze through tiny spaces and stretch my arms out like a damn rubber band. It’s insane. I’m stronger, faster, more adaptable than ever. But this evolution isn’t about being safer; it’s about being more powerful, more capable of handling whatever comes next. But it’s still imperfect. It’s a strong version of an unstable prototype. I can’t even handle strong smells anymore, i think my cells are so alert and focused on keeping themselves alive that they make me vomit when they detect the smallest threat.

These contracts… they’re something else. My gift has become stronger, but it’s also exposed new vulnerabilities. Electricity can fry my nerves now, making it easier to destroy my cells. It’s like a twisted game of balance—gain more power, but also gain more weaknesses.

I get it now. The gifts aren’t just handed out; they’re earned through trials that test every part of you. The contracts are a crucible, refining us into something beyond human. But with every step forward, the stakes get higher. I survived this time, but what about the next? How far can I push this mutation before it pushes back in a way I can’t handle?

For now, I need to rest and regroup. Figure out how to live with this new power and what it means for the fight ahead. I can’t stope thinking about the subject from the serum project and how he had a hole in his chest. What kind of future am I looking at? I guess I’ll have to keep investigating.

Yesterday was the day of the weird VR game. Even though nothing was real, or at least not what someone normal would think “real” means, my mutation evolved. I think that the evolution of my powers is connected to dangerous experiences. I think those experiences must be attached to some kind of contract… but that’s not what I need to investigate right now. I think I just need to accept that I’m getting stronger (even though I’m scared of changing so much). Well, let’s get to the point. The subject of the serum, José Ramos, the Spanish terrorist and activist, seems to have lived in Chicago for more than a year before dying in a princess costume (idk if I mentioned that before but yeah, we found him dressed as a princess). I’m booking a plane right now to go there and look for his apartment. Maybe I can find some information about him there. Maybe that will teach me what to do with this power. Maybe I can figure out what I want to be from now on.

After staying in the hospital for a week I returned to the motel where I was staying. Being so close to death really scared me that last time, but also made me learn. In fact, I can now regenerate way faster than any human being. That’s when it hit me. This is not some random mutation happening in my body. This powers react to my will, my desires. Whatever I wish the most is what I get. My body changes every time I complete a contract but it follows my orders, even though I’m unaware of what I may want. Suddenly it all made sense. I checked that just before Jose's first mutation he wrote a diary saying that he wished to be stronger. But that’s not the only thing I realized. Even though I was badly injured, I’m here, standing and alive. Last year I was just some nerd in a lab, a piece in a military development machine under the illusion of being the good ones. But now I’m strong, I’m independent. I’ve been reading the documents in Jose's apartment, all those horrible things made by government, corporations, rich bastards. I get why he did what he did, because I’m a criminal too. I stole from a company. But I don’t want to be just a thief. I wanna be more. Just like Jose. I wanna be the terror of that military company, I wanna destroy every single one of them, every business dedicated to make money over innocent blood. I finally found my way. And I won’t hide anymore. I’m strong. If they want me, they will have to fight.

A month has passed since the last contract. As usual, my powers gave me what I needed. I can “re-heal” my scars and fix them, so I’m doing alright. I still need to take opioids though, but I’ll take care of that later. Right now I have other concerns, like making friends. I bought some contact lenses to hide my eyes and went to my old apartment, the one I used to rent before everything happened. It was all messy, they definitely searched the whole place while I was gone. I got my old MTG cards and left. On the way out a couple of special agents where waiting for me, the must have set some kind of alarm or cams at my old place. It wasn’t a big deal, got shot but I healed myself as usual and left the place. I made sure nobody was following me by jumping between some buildings like Spider-Man (the best part of my new body is being stretchy, I swear, it’s amazing). Some days later I went to a MTG tournament and made some friends of my age. Since then I’ve been hanging out with Dave, Anthony and Diana, they are great. I really like having someone to trust besides myself, but even though I really like them, I will keep the contract thing for myself, at least for now. I don’t want them to get involved or freak out if they see my real eyes or my claws.