In the weeks that followed, I grew to hate that machine. I never remembered anything when I came out and when I started to remember too much, they put me in again. Every time I came out, they would retrain me and test my loyalties again and again. Always trying to make me kill or hurt an innocent person, which I never did. When I failed, they would wipe my memories and start over again.
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"She is awake, Sir." a man's voice said.
"Good," said another man, "begin the process while she is still incapacitated. I'm hope this will fix her."
"Here we go again." I thought as I opened my eyes only to see something different than what I was used to. A man was standing in front of me holding a red book with a black star on the front.
He cleared his throat and began to speak, "Пожелания,"
"Сломанный,"
"оскорбленный," My head began pounding.
"Восход,"
"Двадцать,"
"Невиновный," My eyes went black and I heard nothing but the sound of his voice.
"Девять,"
"Кошмар,"
"Два,"
"Снежинка."
Everything suddenly stopped. I stood up and looked out through my eyes but I was not in control of my body.
"Я жду приказов." I said in a language I recognized as Russian. There were people staring at me but didn't care.
The man closed the book and smiled, then told me to kill the men guarding the door. My only response was to walk to the door, open it, and slice the throats of the men standing there. I felt nothing but satisfaction when I was done.
"I am your master." The man from earlier told me. "You will do whatever I say."
I nodded in response and my master had me follow him into a room with a lot of training equipment. We walked over to floor mats and my master instructed me to begin attacking him. I ran at him with no hesitation and threw my fist at his face in full force. He easily blocked it and the next punches. I kicked toward his knee and it connected, making him stumble backwards. He recovered quickly and grabbed my metal arm, twisting it behind my back. I leaned my head forward and slammed it back into his face making him release me. I stepped back a few paces and calculated my next attack. I started running to my master and launched myself into the air, landing on his shoulders and pulled him to the ground. I twisted my body around and moved to kneel on his chest, putting my arm on his neck in a headlock. He tapped on the floor and I stood, letting him get up.
"You fought well, soldier." He stated, "I believe you are ready for your first mission. But that can wait until tomorrow. Go, get some rest." He dismissed me.
I walked to my room with a blank mind and face. Sitting down on my bed I looked around the room. A chair sat in the corner and a small chest with all my clothes was beside it, but there was nothing else in my room. I changed into some clothes better suited for sleeping and laid down. With no questions racing through my mind, I soon fell asleep.
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Thank you guys for reading this chapter! I had so much fun writing this one, I think it is my favorite one to have written so far. If you are wondering about the Russian translation for Makayla's trigger words you can message me about them but be warned, they contain spoilers. 💙💙💙
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FanfictionMy name is Makayla Ross and this is my story. Proceed at the risk of your sanity. I live with my father in our bakery, my mother died when I was young, I've been plagued with horrific nightmares since I was little, and apart from my father, I've alw...
