An unusual girl, escapes from the captivity of a place that put her through agonizing experiments. Now on the run she stumbles upon the overwatch team. letting her join the team she finds herself stuck on a heated feeling for someone that she grew u...
A slender woman dressed in a dark navy blue fitted dress, clinging to her mid-thigh, walks confidently down a long dimly lit corridor. Her golden locks tied slickly back into a well rounded bun, glistening under each passing light. Her narrow heels click against the cold stone, echoing down the silent passway. The lingering husky sent of dusty metallic and copper fills her nose. Her right-hand swings back and forth as a heavy leather briefcase tugs at her arm as she continues forward. As she paces each step, rows on rows of massive thick glass tanks filled to the brim with a neon green liquid pass by her, every few seconds. Inside, humanoid things can be seen twitching and moving ever so slightly as they float silently. Their skin wrinkled from the eery substance as if it was shedding off like a snake preparing for a new change. Limbs cracked, missing or dangling by a thread like it was a soul, helplessly holding on for dear life before plummeting to their miserable death. Though, not a single ounce of emotion spread across their oozing poor faces, nor any blood swished around their fragile bony figures. The woman, however, seems to pay no attention to the sickening bodies in the tanks, only on the place she is heading.
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(All sketches are mine, I didn't want to spend too much time on them haha, but if you like and want more throughout the story just leave a comment! 😊 thank you)
Her sapphire eyes glow as they pinpoint upon a large two-door entrance made from a sturdy, rusted metal. Her eyes shrinked as she gave off a menacing smirk with her crimson lips that would give anyone the impression that she was a ruthless psychopath. Her small beauty mark by her lip, perks up just slightly by the movement of her alarming smile. Pushing the heavy doors open with a slight force, sounding off a screeching shriek as she does so; she is met with a gigantic steal coated boxed room from floor to ceiling. The metal enclosure producing an extraordinary amount of heat as it radiates off the walls. The musty smell of decay and boiling blood, mixed with heat makes the woman shivers from the nauseating aroma. The room was filled with technology, metal surgical tables, weapons, torture devices and plenty more glass filled tanks; all with some sort of remark of dried blood or rust.
Stepping in as the metal doors slams behind her, she notices many men in dusty lab coats filled with stains, working away on different tasks. She, again, pays no mind to them as she spots one man standing, waiting by a large mass covered by a black sheet as two other men stand on either side of it. Her smile grows wider, pulling at her soft complexion, cracking at the foundation on her face slightly. Her heels began to snap at the ground once more, getting closer to the man.
"Hello, monsieur." She speaks loud for the man as other distracting sounds come from all over the room. Her French accent smooth and confident like a panther ready to strike.
"Good-day ma'am." He speaks in return, no emotion coming from his lips as if he was a lifeless robot.
"Have you got it?" She questions. Her piercing blue eyes digging deep into the man's dull grey ones as if to intimidate a prey about to be swallowed whole.
The man nodded, gesturing to the tall rectangular structure behind him. Underneath the dark blindfolded sheet, loud metal clanks echo around the walls followed by shrieking growls, piercing the woman's ears. The vociferous humanoid cries were painful to any humans sanity and so thundering it would send all dogs into a howling frenzy, as whatever was inside was trying to pry itself to freedom. The lady motioned with her harsh eyes to reveal the beast within; The man obliged as he glances over his shoulder towards the two men as they pull off the sheet.
The lady's eyes widen with glee with a hint of evil content almost like a kid locking their eyes on a piece of candy ready to not go down without a blood curtailing hissy fit. "Ahh. She's magnifique ....excellent. You have done your business wisely monsieur." She then handed the man the black leather briefcase as he opened it to reveal that one million in cash was in fact there. He nodded in approval as the lady's grinning face stretched more and more, her eyes fixated onto the caged beast as it tries desperately to fight its way out of the massive steel bars; ready to attack at any given moment of release. The beast... was now hers.
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(Hope you enjoyed the first chapter! More coming soon)
