Hetalian Protectors

Beginnings

Screaming. For days and nights, constant screaming fills the air. Is it mine? Is it one of the others? I can't tell. All I know is pain. For years this has been the case. No seeing the outside. No leaving our dark cramped cells. Except for The Process and The Testing. Blood runs red and the rooms flash with the light show that is electricity. More screams.

The more we sit here the shorter time The Process will have to take effect. While it hurts, and multiple bruises, burns, and cuts mutilate my body, we all agree it's worth it. We hadn't exactly known what we had signed up for, but we had guessed something like this would happen. We had chosen this. Now we must live with it. Possibly for eternity. But that's fine. We have a mission. A reason for our choice. And that's why, when the lights go out and the footsteps approach, bringing the sounds of drills and saws, blades, and electronic barbs, we don't resist. Why we don't fight as they strap us down and insert the many wires, tubes, and needles. Even our pained screaming doesn't deter us from our goal. We know what we have to do.

So many years have passed. So many decades. I feel older than I ever have before. Heh, I never thought I'd actually grow to be exactly this old. Well, we did ask for it I guess. Everything will work out in the end, even if I have a sore back.

This journal was given to me, though I can't remember who from. All I know now is it's a story. Of the past. The present. And maybe even the future. I never thought holding on would be so hard. But it's never been easier. Five girls, one goal. Five countries, one earth. The one thing that keeps us from shattering into pieces is that one motto. Such a small thing to bind us together... Lets just hope it's enough...