Mercy- 001 x OC

Prologue

A/N: I am not dead, I just lost interest in writing this story, if you are interested in my other works, click my profile picture. Thank you! :) (Updated 3.16.23)

"Wake up, Three." A voice spoke.

She drifted in and out of consciousness, her vision blurry, "Who's there?" She asked, her eyes still wouldn't clear.

"Papa," this sent shivers down her spine.

"You aren't my dad." She muttered, her vision finally clearing. In front of her was a well dressed man, "Are you a doctor?"

She could hear something she couldn't before, a heartbeat, not her own, but the one of the man, "Somewhat of one." His heartbeat sped up, her eyebrows narrow.

"You aren't a doctor. You're lying. Your heart gives it away. Who are you?!"

Before he could answer. She held her hands up. With her left hand she pushed him into the wall, with her right clenched into a fist. Blood dripped from her nose. Pushing herself off the bed, she ran to the door, opening it and running through the maze of corridors.

Right. Then left. Right again. Another right. An alarm sounded throughout the facility. She couldn't stop running, she wouldn't. She had to escape. Her little legs weren't enough to evade the guards. They eventually caught up to her.

A force hit them, sending them flying into the wall on the other end of the corridor. She looked up and was met with a blue eyed stare of a much older boy. Dragging her into a closet, they crouched in the dark space.

"Who are you?!" She asked, loudly.

"Shh, they'll find us," he replied, reaching up for a light activator.

The light flickered on, her hand jumped to cover her eyes. He was towering over her, his hair was dirty blonde and his eyes a crystal blue, "Who are you?" She asked, again.

"I'm... One." The boy said, "Who are you?"

"I don't even know anymore." She replied, pausing, drawing a shaky breath,"Valerie, that's what my parents called me."

"Henry, that's what mine called me. Here." He reached a hand to her left wrist and rolled her sleeve up, the number 003 was written.

"Can I-" Valerie reached a hand to his left sleeve and pulled it up. The number 001 was written.

The two rolled their sleeves down, One lifted a finger and wiped the blood from her nose, "Act natural, as natural as possible," he whispered, opening the door.

Valerie stepped out of the closet, stepping into the hallway, the guards were still knocked out, the well dressed man walked into view near the guards, "There you are, Three."

Her eyes flew between One and the man, "My name is Valerie, not just some number." She spat, taking small steps back.

Eventually falling on her butt, scrambling further back until her back hit the wall. Sobbing into her knees, leaning further back into the wall, realizing there was no escape. She was going to be trapped there until she died.

The man- Papa- crouched next to her, "This is your home, Three."

- Quick A/N-

This short chapter was just used to explain how Valerie and One met. The next chapter will take place sometime towards the end of August 1979. Enjoy! :)