Zero only has one goal, to be human. Escaping from the cell that once contained her, the outside world, which she longed to see for so long, is filled with more darkness than she expected.
She is faced with a world that is determined to label her a...
Jimin didn't even recognise the person he saw when he looked in the mirror. Dressed in a suit, without a crease in sight, he sat with pin straight. The son of a President should have no flaws not even when in private. The etiquette lessons he had when he was younger were skin-deep.
He stifled a groan when his Father sauntered into the room, surrounded by suit-clad bodyguards for his protection. Jimin had hoped that he would be too busy so that he would go back home. The bodyguards all stood guard at different spots in the room like knights guarding a king. The President was a picture of perfection even when he was just lounging in his office.
'My son', his voice indicated that he was in a pleasant mood, 'I just need to sign some documents and then we can have our meal'.
'Yes sir', Jimin responded immediately. Partially out of fear that the bodyguards will shoot him for disrespecting the president in their presence. He knew they were just doing their jobs but had never grown fond of their icy demeanours.
All heads turned to the door when a dishevelled woman burst into the room. White papers from the files she clutched in her arms were floating in the air. It was a funny sight to see the bodyguards rush to pick them up. The lady wrapped in a lab coat didn't even acknowledge them.
She paused to straighten her posture before approaching the desk at the other end of the large room. She seemed used to the perfectly decorated room. Most people would be in awe, gushing about the art on the walls or the colour coordination of black and white.
'Sullivan, what are you doing-',
'Those dead idiots lost my strongest mutant and now I'm expected to attend their pathetic funerals', She cut him off as she wiped her fogged round glasses with the edge of her crisp white lab coat.
Jimin had never seen anyone interrupt his father and live to tell the tale.
He watched the interaction in fear of what would happen next. He was sure he would never see the woman again.
'Can you kindly arrange those files alphabetically boys?', she addressed the bodyguards.
His father leaned back on his chair. He watched 'Sullivan' through furrowed brows.
'How long has she been missing?', he asked in a calm voice.
It was only then that she acknowledged Jimin's presence in the room.
'It seems that you have company', her thumb stuck out and gestured towards him, 'I'll come back later'.
His father waved a hand of dismissal.
'Carry on. My son will have to carry on with the project soon after all.'
With a curt nod, she put her glasses on once more.
'To give a summary, the incineration was unsuccessful. The fire in Facility A led to us losing the mutant and the death of all our subjects except Nine, I couldn't even collect any sample of their remains'.
'Why didn't anyone tell me sooner?' A loud bang reverberated across the room. There was a clang as some things fell off the table.
'Because you react like that', she replied in a matter-of-fact tone.
'What's more important is that I've temporarily lost access to twenty-nine years worth of research so I've had to go analogue'.
'But worry not my dear President for I have an estimate for her location'.
She paused, her chipping red manicured nails frantically checking her pockets. Before turning to the Bodyguards.
'Has any of you boys seen a map with a big red dot on it?', she asked as she patted her brown dishevelled hair that was in a messy bun.
'The last signal the tracker picked up was that she was headed for the Mines before it went off the grid', she continued when she finally got the map in her hands, 'Must have ripped it out right from her arm'.
Sullivan wondered how she looked doing it. Did she wince in pain like a human or did it not affect the monster that she was?
The President's joyous laughter filled the room. It was so out of character Jimin wasn't sure that man was his father.
'How is that a problem, fate is just leading her to her mission', he quipped as he wiped fake tears from his eyes.
'Because Mr President', she adjusted her glasses, 'She has been programmed to be vengeful against humanity as per your request,' she added.
He tilted his head, 'How is that an issue?', he asked brazenly.
'Mr President', she slammed her hand on the map, 'A biological weapon that was created to be a natural predator for humans is on the loose, and it remembers both our faces and names, it is only a matter of time before-',
It seemed like the severity of the situation sunk in for the President. His skin blanched in sheer terror.
'I'll increase security for the both of us', he said, running a shaking hand through his gelled hair.
Jimin had never seen that expression on his Father's face before. The conversation didn't make any sense.
Mutants?
A biological weapon?
Natural predator for humans?
It all sounded like something from a movie. He concluded that his Dad was playing pranks on him or maybe he was trapped in some sort of nightmare.
'Don't bother', she waved him off, 'It's a dream of mine to be killed by one of my creations, especially her', she revealed. A glint of excitement shone in her brown eyes as she smiled with childlike joy. All at the thought of experiencing the full strength of her creations.
'I wonder how she will do it, maybe she'll decapitate me or she'll rip out my limbs one by one. The possibilities are endless. I hope she makes it a slow painful death so I can marvel at my monster one last time before I die-',
'Sullivan, you are an important piece for the gala, you will not die until you finish what you signed up for,' his command put an end to her creepily poetic rant.
'Send Nine to retrieve her', he added.
'But my first plan was already successful we don't need-', Sullivan's complaints were silenced with a stern look.
'The operation is to begin effective immediately', he added in a finalising tone.
Everyone except Jimin filed out of the room. His head was reeling from all the information he heard. When they made eye contact his father immediately collected himself. The pin-drop silence was broken by his awkward grunts. He was back to his old self in mere seconds.
'Jimin', his dad said in a surprisingly hesitant voice, 'I'll explain everything later. For now, lunch is cancelled so you're dismissed', He spoke as he looked at his files.
'Yes sir'.
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