Perfectly Broken

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Late 2023, Siberia.

People flooded into the huge room, their footsteps echoing loudly against the floor as they walked over. Their movements seemed more chaotic as they bumped into each other trying to get their tasks done, cables, monitors and all kinds of technology were scattered everywhere making it a bit difficult not to step on them.

Then, the man himself aproached the head doctor of the operation. Who engaged in a small talk- or more like argument trying to negociate with him

"Sir, it's unstable, i can't do that."

"And you think i want to? -No i don't. But Hill almost tried to kill me last time i spoke against, do it."

"Sir she's really unstable. We could loose people if it goes wrong."

"Just do it" he demanded trough gritted teeth

"What's going on here? Why isn't it ready?" Speak of the devil and he shall apear. She asked as she walked in with a tablet in hands

"Ask them"

"We can't keep putting this up, we were supposed to start a while ago and for obvious reasons, we didn't. We risk loosing her if we don't do it, we have to move it. The energy failed constantly in these years, i don't know how the chamber's still working or how she's still alive but she won't be for much more if we don't do this."

"I know that. But they don't want to listen- what is my fault there?"

She inhaled deep before talking again "Start the procedure." She said sternly and left no room for arguing, he could've very much done so a while ago, but something still told him not to, even if the success chances were high already knowing how to proceed, it was still a huge risk.

All the people in the place looked at each other but nodded reclutantly.

"Starting process."

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Siberia. 1996

"Sir, she's erratic. I can't do that."

"I didn't asked of what you wanted. Do it"

"Yes sir."

She was dragged trough the corridors, and to the cold dungeons, dirt stained bars that would lock her in that hell of a prison for the time being. Her own skin would become the very cell that kept her locked, though there was one even worse than any punishment she could ever receive, a few minutes alone with her own mind would become a never ending curse.

A day passed, where she could barely sleep, but struggled to stay awake.

She felt heavy, it was painfull. Like she'd been running or doing any sort of movement, but all she'd done was- actually, she couldn't quite recall anything but feeling cold and walking to the cell she was in.

Guards went to get her, it had been hard to walk, but they forced her even when she tripped a few times.

Now that's how she found herself in another room, in a table close to the door they had many needles.

A weird looking chair was in the middle, they walked her towards it and strapped her down. Forcing a strange thing into her mouth.

Though it was to avoid her from bitting her tongue off.

They gave her anesthesia, but not to lessen the pain. It was a way of holding her down, of controlling her. A mute button muffling the noise of her shrieking feelings. All to turn her into the perfect weapon.