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...
Zero and Nine were pulled out to the cold snowy field outside of Facility A by the collars around their necks. The tugging and pulling of their necks always led to them having perpetual wounds on their necks.
No one cared about being gentle with them since they could heal anyway. The cold nipped at their skin. Their bruised feet left a bloody trail on the pristine white sheet of snow. At twelve years old they had both become the strongest of their group.
Zero had shown immense growth in her physical strength. Nine was more prone to using his mental prowess to get inside his enemies' minds and manipulate them into doing his bidding.
Professor Sullivan had to display their immense strength in front of her benefactor Mr Park. Their bodies were tossed in the middle of soldiers. Who are in a circle formation bristled with guns.
The President raised an arm and they began shooting at them. Nine turned almost immediately and began attacking the humans.
They were testing the new anti-mutant weapons that they were planning to sell. When the gun had charged up enough power they launched it straight to his arm. Nine stopped when he felt a huge chunk of his arm get blown off.
He was about to attack the man who had shot him when the President shot a bullet right through his brain and he fell to the ground.
'Why isn't that one turning?'
Professor Sullivan smirked in her direction.
'She seems to have developed a much higher pain tolerance, a few bullets aren't enough'.
The President held up his hand to signal that they should hold their fire and he stepped to the middle of the circle. Where Zero, held her body protectively over Nine.
He held out his hand for the soldiers to give him their guns.
'I'm gonna have some fun with her', he looked back to announce to Professor Sullivan.
She sipped on her hot cocoa as she told him to go ahead.
He proceeded to shoot Zero over and over again. It took him emptying the rounds of seven of the guns for her to turn.
She pounced on him but was stopped when the weapon was launched straight through her thigh. She screamed in agony as she fell to the floor.
He smiled as he used his foot to press her face into the snow.
'These little monsters are perfect'.
Jimin hung back as Zero approached his father who was groaning as he slid through the grass.
He looked at her with a blanched face. The tables had turned, and the monster he had helped create was now the one looking down at him.
She placed her foot on his head to press his face into the grass as hard as she could. But not so hard that she shattered his skull. The earth muffled his groans and screams.
She wanted to have some fun with him.
She waited until he was on the brink of suffocation before taking her foot off his head. He turned his body around and spat out the brown soil that had welled up inside his mouth.
She raised her gun, not a tremble of her muscles in sight as she aimed it at his legs.
She was doing this for Nanna and the other mutants, for her kind that had been killed because of him, for all the lives he had destroyed.
Jimin swallowed back the bone-chilling fear at the sight approaching horde who were growling at the sight of the fire. Their eyes remained unblinking as they shifted over to him.
'I promise I'll let you go, we only need Nine to complete the plan'.
The man's negotiation fell on deaf ears.
'I don't want you to let me go. I want you to die in a painful way'.
The monster that screamed in her head didn't scare her. The approaching horde of zombies, attracted to the loud noises, didn't scare her either.
The real monster had never been her or her siblings. The real monster was the humans like the one who was yelling at her as he fisted blades of grass to throw at her.
She put her hand on her trigger and aimed at his body, starting with his feet. She wanted him to die from the same excruciating pain that he had caused her.
His blood-curdling screams were loud. The torrents of bullets she attacked him with paralysed his nerves.
She kept going until her ammunition ran out. The gun plopped down on the ground.
Zombies were slowly creeping around Jimin, who waved his shaking arms in a desperate attempt to scare them off. The sound of their shuffling feet was muffled by the flames.
With the growling ghouls converging around him, he wasn't able to see if Zero was still there. His pleas for help died down by the time they reached his throat.
The white eyes of the zombies filled him with guilt. All of them were people like him, with hopes and dreams that had been so unfairly ripped from them. If he had done something sooner, they would still be living happily with their families and friends.
He thought that maybe he deserved the fate awaiting him. He was just as bad as his Father. Pairs of hands wrapped around him. It was as if the zombies knew what he had done. He closed his eyes and awaited death.
Zero let herself collapse on the ground. She was done fighting but her eyes weren't changing back. The mutants had been told that they had limits they shouldn't cross. If they stray too far from their shreds of humanity, they would be no different than animals.
Jimin took a deep breath of the earthy scent that permeated the air. It wasn't his life that was flashing before his eyes but the gang's. The dining table was heaped with warm meals, the laughter that permeated the halls of the house and the blind loyalty that they had towards each other.
He realised that he was insanely jealous of the little they had. They had things that money couldn't buy. If there was no way of him ever getting what they had, he would be satisfied with offering what little help he could.
Jimin dodged and managed to evade the hands that clamped him to the spot. He grabbed her hand and they narrowly escaped the decayed hands that stretched towards them. Zero passively followed him.
Mr Park opened his eyes and looked at the dark sky. It was an abyss as dark as his heart that seemed to stare back at him. He felt his phone buzzing in his pockets. He would have reached for it if he could feel his arms.
The zombies, attracted to the scent of fresh blood all converged around him.
His throat was too hoarse for him to even scream.
It was as if the zombies had been possessed by their human selves. It seemed like they remembered all that they had gone through while they were alive. The sleepless nights, the long hours they spent working. All to have their lives unfairly taken away from them.
They ripped at the silent man with a ferocity that had never been seen before as the house behind them began to cave in on itself.
Both the man and the house shared the same fate. They had been so destroyed one could not tell what they had been before.
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