My Savior

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It was silent. So silent I could hear my heart beat fast as I shivered in the cold, white, humongous room filled with nothing but loneliness and white walls. Yes; white walls. White walls that made me think deeply about all the horrors I had done. Those crimes I had committed. Thinking they were simply just, but I am not the law, I am not to say what is just and what is not.

I am simply
Arah the assassin.

The human girl those "geniuses" fabricated into a killing machine. Cold and heartless, thirsty for the tainted blood of those who commit crimes. But I myself was at greater fault. For I became a criminal myself. Not thinking twice about slicing those people's heads off of their bodies with my precious steel sword. I was so hypnotized that all I thought about was the torture they considered "justice".

Until he brought me back to reality. His deep yet gentle voice made my senses come back, he never gave up on me, even when I was at my darkest of places. He fixed me. And now I am here, drowning in my thoughts; slowly falling into denial, thinking it is impossible I was controlled into doing such cruelty in this world by one, simple, program. They called it "Operation 909". I don't know who started it, but I know who finished it.