Have one eye open

1| FREEDOM

Coco Vargas (Russia)

Tonight, the sky felt different. The blackness, which once lured me in, had always been comforting. Perhaps a little unsettling at times, but still, it was my only escape. All my life, staring at the sky at dawn had been a habit I hated yet couldn't tear myself away from.

Of course, being trapped in a black, tiny room with a small window—if you could even call it that—and a crappy mattress didn't help much.

The time I spent watching the sky grew longer. It was the thing that kept me sane, yet paradoxically, it also drove me to the edge of madness.

But even their torture couldn't erase the memories that haunted me. Memories of a good life—a normal life—where I had a family who loved me unconditionally. Those memories fueled my anger because, after that life was stolen from me, everything changed. I became a puppet. A machine, trained to follow orders and fulfill them without question.

To them, I was nothing more than that.

In their eyes.

But in my own eyes? I had emotions. I had anger. I had rage that fueled my thirst for revenge.

My plan was simple: to kill them all. To make them suffer as I had. To hurt them so deeply that they would never find a way out of their torment. My intentions were not just for me but for every girl who didn't survive their "training," and for the girls who did—the ones who were brainwashed, and the ones I was forced to kill.

Five hundred sixty-three.

That's how many girls were introduced to this nightmare over the years. That many lives stolen and twisted. Of them, forty-five were successfully turned into assassins. I was one of those forty-five. The youngest. But also the one who'd been there the longest.

I was one of their first experiments, trained from the age of seven to now seventeen.

And me? I escaped. They never fully broke me. I'd planned for this since I was a child. I'd waited patiently for my chance to bring them down. And I'd vowed to take justice not only for myself but for all the girls, women, and children who lost their lives to the incompetence, cruelty, and madness of those monsters.

My plan was solid. I was ready to execute it. But then, while escaping, I discovered something I didn't anticipate—a weakness I hadn't prepared for.

I still had a family.

A father who never stopped searching for me.

They were real. They still existed, and they still loved me.

And now, I cared. I couldn't ignore them, couldn't leave them behind when I went to war. I didn't know how I could protect them. The uncertainty drove me insane.

So now I have to redo my entire plan.

Lying on the sand, staring at the sky, the calm clarity of the night reminded me that I had no choice. I had to return to my family to keep them safe. Then, when the time came, I'd take my revenge.

The file rested on my lap. I'd carried it with me ever since my escape but hadn't dared open it until now. It was time to face the truth, to learn everything about them.

"Stop acting like a coward," I muttered to myself. "Open it."

FILE OF SUBJECT 0023 - COCO VARGAS

Antonio Vargas — Parent of Subject 0023. WARNING: Dangerous assailant. Connections and status not to be taken lightly.

Subject was taken due to the strong genes of this powerful family.

Subject has been monitored since birth. Progressing smoothly. Submissive and non-threatening to captors.

The Best of the Experiment.

Agnes Vargas (maiden name: Agnes Beaumont) — Parent of Subject 0023. Daughter of French Mafia Don. Not a current threat but not to be underestimated.

Denzel Vargas — Brother (1). Current don of a powerful unnamed organization. Influential and dangerous.

Ambrose Vargas — Brother (2). Second-in-command. Reckless. Exceptionally skilled assassin.

Zeus Vargas — Brother (3). Twin. Renowned sniper. Calm, collected, but brutally effective.

Ajax Vargas — Brother (4). Twin. Hacker. Non-violent. Limited details available.

Kenzo Vargas — Brother (5). Youngest sibling. Master manipulator. Psychological torturer. Highly dangerous.

Experiment Notes:

Subject hails from a lineage of exceptional leaders. Initial attempts to break the subject's were challenging, but through "persuasive methods," compliance was achieved. Subject is now fully obedient to her masters, exhibiting extreme violence, ruthlessness, and a lack of emotion compared to other subjects.-

Experiment Success: Subject has completed three years of missions with excellent performance. Future deployment to the real world is planned.

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My blood boiled as I read. They described me as though I were a toy—a plaything for them to manipulate. And even though I'd acted like a robot to protect my plan, seeing their words made the truth sting in a way I wasn't prepared for.

Did they know I'd escaped? Were they scrambling now, realizing who'd slipped through their fingers?

What's up, bitches? Your best soldier escaped, and now you're all dead meat.

I couldn't help but laugh at the thought.

Scanning through the rest of the file, I saw detailed accounts of the missions I'd carried out. The people I'd killed, tortured, interrogated. The pages weren't as detailed as I'd expected, but perhaps even my brutality had unnerved them.

Oh, the memories... the times I'd force-fed men their own severed dicks. Even the "masters" had flinched when I did that. Back then, I'd requested to torture for "fun," and they'd granted it—likely thinking I was a monster of their own creation.

I was their favorite little toy, after all.

At the top of every document was a logo that read Vorgo. I supposed that was what they called themselves. Lame, meaningless. Typical.

Over the past three years, I'd been their "prodigy." I killed, trained, and fine-tuned my escape plan in secret. I couldn't involve anyone else; it was too risky. I did feel guilty for the girls I left behind, but I did it for the greater good.

I'll admit it. I'm selfish. Years in that hell taught me one thing: survival. I am above everything else, and I don't feel bad about it.

Yes, I'd killed innocent people to survive. I'd murdered girls I didn't want to kill. But if I hadn't done it, someone else would have. The weak didn't survive there. It was harsh, and it was cruel. But it was the truth.

I'm an assassin, and I'm relentless. I've done unspeakable things. I've killed, tortured, and betrayed. And though I despise the monsters who trained me, they succeeded in one thing: they made me just like them.

For now.

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