- ???'s POV -
I sat in my room, watching the night sky from my windowsill. I sighed before looking down at my burns, noticing only scars that had been there for 10 whole years.
I was what doctors called "blessed". A "miracle". I hated what everyone else called me: a monster, a weapon. My left hand automatically clenched itself into a fist, feeling the lightning swirl around it as my anger and hatred grew within my soul. It soon radiated all over my body, burning a few small things around me.
My face was red and my teeth were both clenched hard and shown in my reflection. My red eyes wide with rage, I watched as my hood fell off my head, my strange hair getting caught within the moonlight.
As soon as I heard the footsteps near my door, I calmed down a little, my lightning slowly going away. The door opened and I looked over at the young doctor. She had the look of wickedness within her pale grey eyes, her white teeth cracking into a devilish smile.
"I figured you'd be here, my little pet," she said almost seductively as she walked inside my destroyed lair. I glared at her, walking over to her and pushing her out of my way to get something to eat. But before I could leave the room, she grabbed my arm and pulled me back slightly. "Now," she began, "is that any way to treat a woman?" I ripped my arm from her grasp, ignoring her question.
"My my, you seem especially rude today," she said as she eyed my body. "Fuck off, wench," I told her, "I don't need you, your pity, or your slutty body on me or near me." She in turn just smiled, wrapping her arms around my torso. "But c'mon," she said in a begging tone, "I have something important to tell you... about 'you know who'..." As she finished her sentence, she nibbled and licked my earlobe. But I got her off of me and looked at her with slight curiosity, but mostly annoyance.
"What did you find out," I asked her in a monotone voice. She smiled and pulled a paper out of her coat, opening it up as she cleared her throat:
"We have located the fugitive known as #327, and a companion of theirs, a Chi User. Both are located in the Imperial City, and went into the heart of the city. We request a direct course of action by supplying us with reinforcements and to have #326 directly lead the operation on the capture and torture of both fugitives.
- Commander Terrance Harris"
When my code was read, I instinctively placed my hand over my tattoo, remembering the pain as she finished the letter. She looked at me, her eyes showing more wickedness than before.
"So," she began as she licked her disgusting lips, "do you want to go hunting...?"
I just grabbed my bag, hastily threw what I knew I needed in there, and ran to the guards barracks, in which they were waiting for me, hearing her chuckle darkly as I left her in my lair.
"Glad to see you ready for the hunt, Major," one of them said as they saluted to me. I ignored them and threw myself into the armored vehicle, double checking to make sure that I had everything I needed.
"Ready to go, Major?" I was asked as I nodded my head, not looking at him while I played a little bit with my lightning. When we drove off, I saw the area around me, the area I grew up in slide by as if it were fake. I couldn't help but smile, almost in an evil way.
'Finally,' I thought to myself, 'after all these damn years... I'm coming for ya, SIS...'
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Action26 year old Primrose Hawthorn has lived through 10 years of hell, and has only a few things on her mind; One, and her most important, not getting caught by the government who kidnapped her in the first place. And two, surviving on her own. She disco...
