FALLEN WARRIORS

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THE LAST WARRIOR STANDING
Imagine Dragons―Warriors

Cold footsteps echo through the empty hallway, its wall made of dull metals that seem to be more grey than its original colour, caused by the lack of light. Though with the lights illuminating from the ceiling, it doesn't change the fact that the place seems dead than it already is.

The walls have nothing covering them, only the lifeless grey metal. No pictures, no mirrors, no graphic design, no nothing whatsoever. Although there are people, they seem to be busy with their own works in their office than to be taking a stroll in the hallway.

The footsteps continue its way down the hall, passing numerous sliding doors as it goes. It doesn't stop as it rounds the corner towards another yet deserted hallway. Left, left, right, down the hall. The footsteps never stop, the sound of the person's boots colliding with the white tiled floor sounds louder with them being the only one who's in the hallway.

Then it stops as the person comes face to face with another sliding door. The dull coloured door staring at the person in front of it, waiting, patiently, as it does to be open.

The person reaches to their front pocket; leather trousers hang tightly on the person's leg, an iridescent dark brown leather belt that snaked around the person's waist, where a dagger hung on its sheath. Their right hand, leather cuffs bound to their wrist, flashes a card from their pockets to the electronic ID scanner, its lock, and they wait as a short ID is shown, the door ready to slide now that it has been unlocked.

There's a picture, in a small vertical rectangle, beside the little information of the owner. A girl, no older than nineteen and if not, eighteen, with dark coloured hair that seems to be long is in the picture. Her sharp cheekbones, that formed perfectly on her features, looks as it can cut anyone who dares to lay a finger on it. Her lips, the upper looks to be plumper than the bottom one, is formed into a thin line. Then comes the eyes, the most unique yet beautiful part of her whole features. The orbs' colour, different from any others in the world, is an opalescent violet.

But it isn't just it. Her name, as unique and as beautiful as her eyes, a simple four syllables that form into an almost angelic name. Ilithyia. Right next to her name, some sort of a title, written in brackets, Warrior 007.

Age; 19
Occupation; Warrior
ID-Number;00-634-007-9

Property of WICKED

And the property of WICKED she is.

The door opens, sliding with a small 'whoosh' sound and when the girl steps into the room, the door closes with the same whooshing sound. The room's fairly wide and bigger than any other people's offices in the building, except the laboratory that's located in the basement.

"Ah, you've finally arrived, my dear," an almost monotonous voice rings into her ear as it waves through the room, echoing a little. The girl's violet orbs eyes travel from her place to a woman who sits behind a white table. Ava Paige, WICKED's Chancellor. As she walks to stand beside the Chancellor, she notices the two figures sitting in front of the woman. There are two other workers, who Ilithyia never bother to know. One a man and one a girl, who looks younger than her.

The man, a young tanned skin man who she assumes Hispanic, is seated to the left side of the young girl. His tanned skin opposite of the girl's pale skin but from what Ilithyia can sense, that the man is a father figure to the girl.

The man is wearing a deep blue ensemble as his uniform. Any other workers who wear the uniform would be either the guards or the Berg pilot. Since there is no sight of his weapon, the only other possible occupation he's at is as a pilot.