Born New, Born Foreign ( 2p Hetalia :)

Chapter 1

Numbers, that is all we are to them. Just useless numbers in their world of existence. Helpless creatures, sleeping until their sixth birthdays. Saddened children, confused and manipulated with the corrupting words of those whom created us.

We are merely tools, you see? Like soldiers on a battlefield, we fight to stay alive. Fighting to pass every test thrown our way, until we cannot run any longer and fall into darkness. There, in the darkness, life does not last long. Those who fall are never to be the same. But if someone does pull through, they are put through even harder tests and will eventually collapse from a heart attack.

See, those born in this laboratory have very weak bodies and when pushed to the limit, die. Sorry to put it so blunt, but that is the harsh truth.

They created us thinking we would be like the power puff girls, but LC13, LT6 and their younger " sister" LB613 are different from the others. They woke to a horrifying world. A world where, if you failed a test or was made with " bad" genes, you were moved to the basement level. There you would learn the true nature of those we like to call " Shi no kurieita" or " Shinigami" just to give them a name worth saying. But we mainly call them " The white coats ".

The reason for the names are in the names themselves. Shi no kurieita means The creators of death and Shinigami is what the Japanese call reapers.

It is not fun being born from a test tube of random genetics. We still go to "school" like normal children but we are never aloud to leave the campus of the laboratory. We rarely go outside and when we do we are always doing tests. We never get to stop and enjoy the forest in our back yard. LC13 and her siblings are in different parts of the building but were all made with "bad" genes. I say bad in quotations because Shi no kurieita were focused on creating beings that looked like children you would normally see on the playground at a Public Elementary School in Japan (Children with Black Hair and Dark Brown or Blue Eyes). LC13, LT6 and LB613 did not look like the others, nor did they act like them.

LC13 had auburn brown hair that looked red in the light. That was until the Shi no kurieita pushed her too far during a test. She was under so much pressure and stress that she developed Marie Antoinette; her hair bleach white and her green eyes turned, not light blue, bright blue.

She broke the straps that had bound her for many hours and also freed her sisters from their bounds. They ran through the laboratory trying to find the exit. 

When they found the exit, Jacqueline or, more formally, LA1. The Shi no kurieita's favorite creation. She was beautiful and obeyed every order, even from the Shinigami with a fantasy for little girls. Though, I wouldn't say that she was a little girl nor was she made first, but she most certainly was not new. She was, maybe, the two- hundredth girl to be created out of the first four hundred children to be created.

She was trusted to keep quiet and keep secrets from the other children.

She had to keep secrets like, who was next to be moved to the basement level or who was next to be erased. Yes, ERASED as in killed and their data being erased from the system. NOW YOU KNOW WHY WE CALL THEM SHI NO KURIEITA AND SHINIGAMI! They are the ones who should be erased from the system! They are heartless, soulless and have taken more lives then Death's Scythe. Yet, no one knows of their tests and creations. Not even the Government . . . 

Back to the topic at hand. Jacqueline stopped them, but she Left them with a warning. She said," I do not know what hell you have gone through to get here, but I can understand why you would want to leave. After all I, myself, have been brainwashed and forced to forget those whom I have helped be erased. I can never forgive myself for doing so, but everyone knows why we act the way we do or at least, why I am this obedient to our creators, but I never said," I wished to be this way." I was made this way and everyone knows that. . . I think I can give you ten minutes before I will be forced to tell." or something like that. I may have exaggerated her words a bit, but I think it was something like that.

" I could knock you out, SO, you won't be blamed for our escape." LC13 with the utmost sincerity and calmness.

Jacqueline smiled.

" Okay, where do you want it?"

Jacqueline pointed at the side of head where the White coats had implanted a chip to make her obey and slightly laughed. LC13 readied her fist and stance, but paused. She looked at her and said," Before I do this, I just wanted to say thanks, for everything Ane."

They smiled and nodded in farewell. Then LC13 punched Jacqueline as hard as she could knowing it doesn't take much to knock out a person. Jacqueline fell to the floor with a thud, still smiling, knowing she had freed three of her many siblings ( Not really her siblings by blood, but by really close friends). LT6 and LC13 pulled her over to the wall and sat her up against it.

Then they grabbed LB613 and ran. There was a hole in the gate from dogs chewing through it to get to the grave yard at the back of the laboratory. The girls went through youngest to oldest. They ran and they ran and they ran until they felt it was safe to breathe. But LT6 got separated from LC13 and LB613 because she ran into someone and had to apologize to him for doing so.

The white coats were catching up to the girls and LT6. She said good bye to the man and ran through some dark back alleys, just as the girls had done but turned a different direction then they did. She hid behind a giant dumpster. She caught her breath. She sighed, thinking she was safe.

After the three girls found each other again, they ran through an overgrown wheat field. They crawled into a loft of an abandoned barn and slept on some piles of old, dusty, hay. LT6 and LC13 agreed to take turns watching for white coats. They agreed to look for food in the morning, If the cost was clear. They hoped to find someone whom would either take them very, very, very far away from the laboratory or, at least, take them in and treat them as if they had been with them since they were born ( Treat them as if they were their own children).