Chapter 3.1 : Monster and Hunters

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Her hand touched her shoulder "I want you to teach one of my men so they can help the others. I didn't place you here for you to start fights I wanted them to realize that there's someone better, stronger and faster than themselves."

"Why did you send those two guards in?"

"Just didn't want the building to collapse, no one knows your limits 13."

"To be honest, I don't even know myself." She gave a weak smile at Agent 46.

"Stand down" ordered Agent 46 to the soldiers.

Another person came in with a sturdy cane in hand.

"I've heard a lot about you young lady, why don't we all sit with a nice hot cup and figure this all out at once." He gave a warm smile.

Her wings disappeared and 13 got up. The man handed her a cup. All three of them were seated in a break room.

"Thank you for the tea sir." She said quietly.

"I see you've somehow familiarize yourself with the floor layout. If I may ask how would you know where to go? You were in your room and at the training center but never that far out into the facility."

"I used my abilities to scan the building by running some of the energy through the walls."

"From the report all it says is unknown ability, why?"

"Well, at first it was portals then it turned to weapons, my scythe, and then...something changed in its color. It's like a balance of energy but no one really knows what type. That's what they were trying to figure out along with making me into their weapon. They wanted all of us to be weapons."

"Us?"

"They died...about 2 years ago when we were pinned down, out numbered and out planned."

13 took a sip from her tea.

"I was the one that screwed up."

"So you lost your spark after that fight and just stayed in that prison without any retaliation."

"No but it was dim when those 8...well...heroes A up. They practically snuffed every ounce of rebellion out of me. I was too weak to do anything, could barely walk."

"You seem fine and show basically no weakness now."

"Higher metabolism and being use to working on less. The metabolism part is probably on file why I have it."

"Adjustment to power levels I assumed."

"My body can adjust to withstand the amount of energy I pump out on a cellular level. It helps when your wounded." She smiled at the end.

"What were they testing for?"

"To replicate my abilities at first then it turned into obedience and weaponization."

"How much education have you gotten?"

"Around 9th grade."

"Do you want to do back to school?"

"I don't think I can, besides I don't have any records."

Glancing out the window there she spoke again. "The only thing I know for sure is how to fight. I want to become one of you not because I'm forced to but because I have a choice now."

"I'm sure we can work something out."

"Sir-" Agent 46 interrupted.

He glanced at her. "I'm sure we can."

"Now" he said. "How about a proper code name, he others already got one a week ago."

"I was called Black Sheep." She sat the empty cup down. "It was my code name with my crew..."

"I'm sure have a name with letters will make you more human." Standing up he carried his stick with one hand. "The others finished with the obstacle course. You should go down and do a one on one to teach the rest. Might even get to do a mission later today." He winked.

"What's your name?"

"Call me Iwix." He left the room.

"So why are you a number?" 13 turned to Agent 46

"I have a name but everyone's afraid of telling it to my face."

Standing up she smiled. "And that would be?"

"If you dare tell the others-"

"On my brother's grave."

"Cupid Fletcher."

A childish grin came from 13's mouth before it suddenly changed. A series of violent coughs escaped her mouth, blood covered her hand as she removed it from her face.

"GET ME A MEDIC NOW!" Hollered Cupid to others down the hall.

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