Subject No. 13

Chapter Eleven

I stood in the training room, my back as straight as a baton. I had to make a good impression, or else I'd have to work harder to gain the trainer respect. India had left to inform the trainer, at least that what she claimed.

My thoughts were far away from the trainer though. They were focused on the blond. Who was Annabel? What didshe have to do with me? Why was he familiar? My mind swirled with questions and I was so occupied by my thoughts that I didn't notice India and the trainer enter the room.

The trainer wasn't massive, he was only about 5"8', and he looked like an average guy, which surprised me. He had dark skin, and slightly broad features. His hair was just stubble on his head. The only thing that stuck out were the thousands of scars all over his arm and hands.
He looked me up and down. "She's grand," he said, in a deep voice,"Could be better." I gritted my teeth. Only grand? I had trained hard for this and all I got was 'could be better'?! I didn't make a move to attack, knowing that would be a bad move. He was obviously more experienced than me.

He smiled. "Smart girl," he said, eyeing me,"You know when your outmatched." I didn't understand how he knew how I was feeling.

"I can read you easily," he said, answering my question,"It's as if you want me to know how you're feeling." I wanted to ask him where he learned it. But I said nothing "Learned it in the army," he said, his mouth twisting up into a smile,"So we could identify the enemy."

He turned his back on me. "We start training tomorrow," the trainer said, waving his hand,"You're dismissed."

I nodded and walked. "And kid?" he said, as I turned confused,"Don't be that tense. It's not boot camp." He then laughed and walked off.

India looked at me. She had been silent the whole time he was there and her lips had been pursed, as if she didn't approve of his behavior.

"I will assign you to a room," she said, her expression suggesting that she wanted to kill me, not give me a room. "And you will stay there until called. Understood?" I nodded confused about why she was so angry at me.

"No wandering. No going on floors or near places you're not permitted to go," she said, her eyes narrowed. I was still confused.

Then it hit me. The tracker didn't only electrocute me. It located me. India had been watching me the whole time. She knew where I wad every moment of the day. How was I supposed to get my past back if I wasn't able to go anywhere I wasn't allowed?

And there was the door. I needed to find out what was behind it. I had a feeling that there were something that could help me with my past in there. Why else would I not be allowed to go there?

India pulled me back into reality by saying,"Did you hear me?" I looked at her. "You are assigned to room 14, floor 2," she repeated. I nodded. "I will send an assistant to help you with your..." she hesitated, then said,"Issues. You are dismissed."

I arrived at my room a few minutes later. It was a plain room with nothing much in it, nothing but a simple bed and a bedside table, and a small cupboard. Everything in the room from the bed to the ceiling was white. A blinding white. I had to blink a good few times to get used to it.

The bed looked like a prison bedon legs. The table was simple, not used for holding much stuff. The cupboard was tiny and plain, with no decoration whatsoever on it.

I walked over to the cupboard and looked inside. Clothes. Grey and white clothes. Nothing colourful.

I lay down on the bed and looked at the ceiling. At the plain white ceiling. I sighed. This 'room' looked more like a prison. I was almost positive that it was.

I decided that I'd better behave and wait for my assistant. I didn't want to go wandering off and get into trouble. India was watching me the whole time, so there was no point in going anywhere, or doing anything.

The assistant it's their time. I was waiting for what felt like a full twenty minutes before it came. It was a she.

She looked remarkably similar to the man I had seen at the gym. She was tall about 6"0' and she had platinum blonde hair, with eyes like ice chips. She had chalk-white skin, with no blemishes or marks. She was dressed entirely in white, which came to me as no surprise.

"I am D0098R. I will be your personal assistant," she said, monotonously. Her eyes may have been the same in colour as the blond I had seen before but his were alive and intelligent, her's were dead and emotionless. She was like a dead human being walking the Earth one more time before she died again.

She just stood around like a robot waiting for me to say something or do something. I just stared at her. Then I finally spoke, after mustering up the courage to talk. "Do you know any male..." I said, trailing off at the end because I didn't know what to call her. She was obviously not human.

"Are you suggesting a male Genetically Engineered Human?" she asked robotically. I nodded. "There are many. Please may you specify?" she said. "One that looks more...alive," I said, thinking of the main difference between them.

She didn't react. "Are you referring to D0987C?" she asked. I nodded, assuming that he was the one I was talking about. "He is not allowed to see you and you are not allowed to see him. He is going to be purified at the end of the week. You will not meet him until after the purification." She stared at me, her dead eyes boring into me, until I looked away.

She didn't leave. She was like a spy for India, like another tracker, in case the main failed. I felt uncomfortable there with her emotionless eyes never leaving me. But my thoughts weren't focused on her.

They were focused on D0987C. I needed to get to him before the 'purification'. And I needed to find out what this purification was. But most of all I needed to know what he had to do with me.