Emotionless

Prologue

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(326's POV)

I cast a glance all around me. All of the soldiers are wearing completely black clothing. Not only does it reflect our personalities, but it also helps us move unseen, like the shadows.  We always wear black, a dark, emotionless color.

"324!" the sergeant calls out, his voice echoing out across the walls of the cement building we call our home. "Here is your token for becoming one of us." He hands 324 his dark cloak. No one cheers, because no one knows how to: we are emotionless. Well... they are emotionless.

My people are genetically engineered at birth to feel nothing, to have no emotions, except the need for violence. They are born as soldiers, fighters, shadows of the night. None of us have a name. We have no need for names, just numbers tattooed behind our left ears. Mine is 326.

"325!" the sergeant calls another number. The sixteen year old walks up to the sergeant. I can't see his face. All I can see is the tangled mess he has for hair. Like all of us, he wears black pants and a black shirt. He is oddly slender to be one of us.... He takes the cloak in his hand and turns to walk away. Shock. That is all I feel, utter, surreal shock. He has blue-green eyes. Not brown, not blue, but the same blue-green, the same exact color as mine.

He has emotions. There's another one like me, with feelings. They don't know; no one has suspected it. I figured it out two years ago.    

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Flashback to Two Years Ago

Her number was 278. She was eighteen and had the same features we all have, except she had blue-green eyes and... emotions.  She was my best --no, only-- friend here. It was easy for the sergeants to catch on to her. As smart and talented as she was, she wasn't particularly good at hiding her feelings. We were at the simulated combat range, and almost done with our training for the day. Whilst we were training, she fired her gun the improper way and damaged her shoulder. I think she tried hard not to wince, or cry, but it wasn't good enough. Tears welled at the bottom of her eyes. She looked at me with sheer terror, her second mistake. Quickly wiping away the tears forming in her eyes, she tried her best to put her emotionless mask back on, hoping that none of the guards saw her.

"Soldier 278, I must speak with you," her drill sergeant said, in a strict but monotone voice.

"Yes, sir," she muttered as she walked with him into his quarters. That was the last I saw of her. She never came out.