Hey guys! Just letting u know that I'm doing this on my phone so there will definitely be some spelling and grammar mistakes but be patient with me and we will get through it. Anyway,let's get to it!
???? pov:
My name is, well I don't have one. The people who raised me called me "subject #219" but not Rose. Ok her name is technically "subject #220" but me and her shared a cell, we decided to give each other nicknames inspired by nature. So now she is Rose, and I'm Fern. The two of us work against our will under the black market, but we are going to escape. We were chipped at the backs of our necks, trackers.
Don't get me wrong, they did turn me and Rose into a badass. But we never got to use our skills for good, only bad. Me and Rose are sisters, well it feels like it. According to files I'm 22, rose is only 19, she's like a younger sister to me. Neither of us have parents, only dog tags. No lie they experimented on us, and it really hurt, but looking back I'm thankful. They managed to turn two orphan girls into badass bitches, like hell Im gonna be upset.
Rose has red hair and blue eyes, she is a runner, she doesn't do much fighting in the battlefield. She's quick and light on her feet, but she doesn't like fighting, she's better at being a doctor than anything else, she's learned all there is to about the human body, almost. She skipped the skeletal structure part. Personally I have raven black hair and bright green eyes, I'm a fighter, I'm not meant to be smart, only strategic. I have a high pain tolerance too. Me and Rose were the best from the batch of test subjects.
But now I'm we are on the run. We saved up enough supplies to last us some time, then carved out our chips. They got the dogs on us, shit. This was a bad idea, we never should have run. They won't take us back alive after something like this, and forget about me they are going to kill Rose!
"FERN!" Rose's cries snap me back to reality. Suddenly, my feet aren't on the ground. I'm falling, instinct kicks in, I grab Rose and pull her close to me. I don't even feel any pain when I hit the jagged rock ledge, just the sudden change in momentum before falling again and a sick, defining crack. The moment stops again with a jerk, The ground feels soft, I space out. Rose is crying and calling my name, but it's all background noise. My eyes glaze over, a thick fog in cases my brain. Until my Brian snaps back into work mode.
"Fern please!"
"Wha?!?" She yanks me to my feet as pain shoots through my back. I Yelp and bite my lip, hissing through the pain. I spin and she examines my back.
"At least six ribs shattered, no signs of internal bleeding," she said, unbuckling her belt, me doing the same. Rose grabs an old board from the ground and positions it on my back with the belts making some form of splint.
"Now let's go," I say. We start to explore. Until a chuckle stops is dead in our tracks.
"You guys look absolutely starved!" The owner of the voice emerged from the shadows, he is a fucking skeleton. Wearing black shorts, a white tank top and blue jacket, stained with blood. He also had a huge gash in his skull, this dude is seriously banged up, his eyes are a horrific crimson.
"Fern, are we dead?" Rose asks, not taking her eyes off the creature, who only laughed.
"The name is Sans, Sans the skeleton," his voice is laced with insanity. "And your not dead, but don't worry, you will be soon."
