【𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐈𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬】➛𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓑𝓾𝓽𝓵𝓮𝓻

29 - 𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓼 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓪𝓷 𝓐𝓫𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓓𝓲𝓪𝓻𝔂

An absolutely fascinating discovery...K-423 is now 14, and we have made quite a few vital discoveries since we took her 8 years ago. 

Her abilities with voids and time...

Her void is timeless, essentially, she is able to exist everywhere in time with it...

Ah yes, excuse me but I haven't quite explain what this energy is quite yet...Odium.

Odium is essentially hate, harvested into energy. We have reactors all over the globe, mostly in densely populated areas. Harvested from the negativity of mankind, turning it into an energy that people found can be injected into living beings to make them powerful, but makes the thing instable, meaning the organism is vulnerable to loopholes in reality. It is found that humans have a higher resistance to it than other animals. The higher the resistance the more energy one can take.

A low resistance basically causes the person to fall ill and die, but the energy will stay active in their bodies for at least a year. Children, especially girls are found to have a higher resistance. but K-423 had the highest anyone had seen. 

Organisms with odium are affected by other's negativity, we have discovered with a little lab rat, it was much more aggressive with one of our colleagues (who had just been served divorce papers the night prior) and acted much more calm with our other colleague (who was quite cheerful that day, as it was his birthday)

The reactors have only been made a decade ago, and two years later placed. 

With an educated guess, although much too risky to perform...with a large amount of odium, the organism itself can be subjected to the loophole...But we have found that although K-423 can drag inanimate objects around...animals and people...or anything of the such can not be subjected to this, which is good news!

Although I'm afraid that...even after death, K-423 may be dead in this timeline. But she will always exist in another, as long as it's not a time where she had already existed...will she have control over this? Highly doubt so...

Hence, we intend to keep her alive as long as possible.

Although...hah of course the psychologists in our team had told us the grave dangers if she became self-aware...after all, she's practically the incarnation of human hate...although human would be too kind of a word to describe her...a weapon constructed by the most genius minds!...

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Genius minds, of course, think their knowledge could save them from a metal pole through the neck.

This is K-423, or by my files, [Name] [Lastname]. I am sixteen now, yes...It had been two years since this had last been touched, a majority of the pages were useless babble about their own genius minds.

Geniuses who no longer exist...lucky for me, since they kept all of this such a secret, no one should get too suspicious...after all, as I found out everyone here was working under false identities. Not that anyone will find them- or the bodies for that matter, dust- maybe the occasional piece of jewellery.

It won't be long until I'm eventually found my others, but for now, I'd like to wait until the sun rises.

First taste of sunlight in a decade.

Odium...or whatever, they make up too many words for all this bullshit. Hate.

So I'm apparently the incarnation of human hate?

Pretty boring.

I've scraped myself quite a bit...it's healing faster than normal...but nothing impressive. I read through the other notes, while I sat watching the building burn,

I cannot regenerate, and I'll die as I would any other human, say I got stabbed in the heart, or shot in the head.

Boringg!! So much for a weapon of war.

Sure, I did just blow up an entire facility...and in the process, absorbed the rest of the energy from the reactor...which has now also been blown to smithereens,

But I feel fine, in fact, with finally a breath of fresh air...excluding the smoke, I feel better than I ever did. Although looking at myself in this most pathetic puddle- I do not look the same, yeah I've grown, I know that. But my hair is much longer, from ten years of it being uncut, aside from the visible scars on the visible parts of my body, my body is much less scrawny, even though they haven't fed me in a week. I'm not that hungry, to be honest.

Sure...a burger or two doesn't sound too bad...But I'm not necessarily hungry, or feel the need to eat...or to drink for that matter.

I don't feel weak, which I guess is the result of my initial reason for being here...Mother wanted a child with a better immune system since apparently I was that much of a wimp of a child?

But aside from that...I'll just wait...I already know what's next for me, it was part of their plan,

they were in charge of building me, but in training me to be the ultimate weapon,

"Hey, kid! Hands in the air! Now or I'll-"

I suppose I'm in it for another few years of torture, hm?

"Relax, you wouldn't shoot me, I'm what you're here for...you're just bluffing"

"Tch, sir...we have her cornered," A bright light shone on me, also making me see the red dots aimed at my body, at least twenty. 

A loud, booming male voice was heard from the light above, from the helicopter a large, buff man stood with a megaphone, "[Name] [Lastname], I believe it would be best if you came with us! willingly if you would..."

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