The Book of Spooks

Murderous Hunt (Part 1)

"They were raised to kill. They were raised to turn a blind eye. They were raised to fire a gun and make sure the bullet hits the target fatally. Dr. Gordan, they were raised to be monsters. It isn't safe in there!" A nurse pleaded with a doctor outside my cell. I stayed curled up in a corner, eyeing the door as it slid open. 

"Hello, 004." The doctor stepped into the room with a smile. He kneeled to my level and held out his hand. "Will you come with me?"

"My name is Emilia," I growled at the doctor. "Stop calling me that weird number!" I jolted up quickly, grabbing the butter knife from my tray and lunging at the doctor. "DIE!" I suddenly fell to the ground. My body went limp. The doctor grabbed the knife. I looked up at him in anger. 

"If you won't come willingly, there will be force, 004." The doctor looked down with a stern look. "Thank you, Nurse." The doctor looked over his shoulder, thanking the nurse. He handed her the knife. She pocketed a taser and a knife. That must have been what made me limp. "So, 004, are you going to comply? Blink once for yes. Twice for no." I blinked once. He smiled. "Good." He leaned down and took a needle out from my neck. I slowly started to be able to move again. He patted my head kindly. 

"F... fool," I said weakly before running past the doctor and grabbing the taser and knife, quickly slitting the nurse's neck and kicking her body to the side. I aimed the taser and shot the doctor. Fear filled his eyes. I stood over him. "Should have listened to the nurse." I looked over at her body. She was grasping her neck, slowly choking on her own blood. I smiled deviously as looked back down at the doctor. "I'm trained to kill in mass without care. If anything, you should have known that since you were the one training me." I laughed sinisterly before stabbing his eye. He was unable to scream, but I could tell he was in pain due to his breathing. I ripped the butter knife out of his eye. His eye came with it. "Bummer there goes that eye of yours."  I eyed his body. I was much smaller than him, but my agility was better. He was an old guy after all, probably in his late 50s. My eyes stopped at his waist, looking at the loaded pistol and extra ammo clips. "If you had these, why didn't you shoot me. Are you an idiot?" I laughed, leaning down and taking the gun and extra ammo clips. I examined the gun and aimed it, loading it. I started hearing footsteps approaching. "And the game begins." I kicked the doctor and ran out of the room and down the hall. Bullets flew past me. They were guards using assault rifles. I quickly took the safety off of the pistol and shot three bullets. All the bullets hit my targets. "Bullseye." I laughed, turning the corner. 

"She went this way!" I heard a guard scream. 

"Hm. . . I should circle around and get the ARs." I kneeled down around the next corner and stationed myself, aiming steady and waiting for my targets. "Just stay calm. You have more training in your 16 years of life than they have in their 20 some." I took a deep breath. The guards turned the corner and I shot.  They weren't expecting me to station myself at a corner. Two of the guards dropped to the ground, dead in an instant. The other one dropped to his knees. I shot his thigh. He was bleeding out. He was in pain. I could see him shaking. I went over to him slowly, keeping my distance with my gun pointed at his head. Even though his pain, He reached for his pistol. I shot his hand quickly. He screamed as blood splattered on the ground. "You're an idiot. Pew." I shot his head. He dropped dead.

I began to run back towards my cell, where I left the doctor, nurse, and three guards. I looked into my room. It was dark and small. I spent 16 years there alone. Only left the cell during training. My eyes immediately looked at the drops of blood on the floor where I left the doctor. He was gone.

"The guards saved his ass. Lucky bastard." I growled before picking up an AR, laying on the ground. I shot the fire alarm down the hall, turning the sprinkler system on and the lights off. "Let's see how far they will get with water and in the dark." I took a helmet off of one of the guards and pulled down the goggles. "Damaged thermal glasses. Nice perk." I kicked the body and started running, aiming down each corridor before entering. I stopped at each door and smashed the windows with the butt of the rifle. I opened the doors, reaching my hand through the windows and unlocking them from the inside. In each room, I entered people cowarded in the corners and behind desks. Without hesitation, I shot one bullet per head. 

"Kill count is up to 20. Sucks to be the hunted in this killing ground." I laughed, going from room to room, killing anyone in my sight. 

"Halt!!!!" A group of guards started shooting at me. A paralyzer skimmed my cheek, but it missed. Another one pierced my arm. My arm went limp. 

"Paralyzers. They aren't even using real bullets." I growled as I ripped the paralyzed from my arm. "They're weak though. Can still move my hand. Just nowhere near the part, they shot, can I move." 

More of their weak bullets flew at me. I shot the rifle, killing a few of them. I ducked around a corner and crouched. 

"They want me alive then... They don't want me dead." I sighed walking out into the open and raising my arms.

"Drop the weapon!" The guards inched slowly to me. All guns pointed to my chest. I smirked. 

"Die." My eyes glowed red as a flame sprouted in front of me quickly. The guards walked into a fire trap. Their bodies combusting into fire. They screamed in agony. I just laughed. Before I could turn around an actual bullet shot my chest. I coughed up blood. "W.. what the." I fell to the floor. Blood pooled around my body. 

"Apprehend her so the medical team can get to her." It was the doctor. Guards rushed around me and pinned me, knocking the guns out of my reach. A medical team came up and quickly took the bullet out of me and patched me. "Nothing fatal?"

"Not sure, Dr. Gordan. We will have to examine her. She lost a lot of blood." Other guards rushed around to put out the fire. 

"How many casualties?" The doctor asked. 

"46 casualties, Sir." A guard replied. I felt my body get cold. I closed my eyes and smiled. 

"46...dead...." My senses left me.

"She's flatlining!" A medic announced. "Clear-" Everything went silent.