Soul on Fire

Prologue

A/N: It gets better from the beginning, I promise. All of this is unedited and completely experimental.

The small frame in the corner took shallow breaths while laying on its side. A thick metal coiled around the neck and every few seconds would blink red. The room was once a lifeless white, now stained with blood and scratches, it contained the small girl. Her frame was almost like her masculine counterpart if not for her thin composure caused by the lacking meals. Not once had a smile crossed her lips that was full of joy, only the fake laughter her keepers demanded.

Phantom. That's what others like her had called them. They brought her to life, along with so many others, to be disposable once the final job was fulfilled. She would replaceable by the next subject after failure. All they wanted was control over an ever-evolving weapon of destruction. Phantom made her to be calm in the fire and lie better than any before. They had even suppressed her gift till J-382's body could handle the strain.

A special ability was gifted that granted her success, the ability to manipulate astral energy. It also means she was put into another program. Filled with others like her who had access to potential, J-382 was assigned to 4 others whom would join her on outings. They were order to kill if one of them were to even suggest abandonment. She spent 13 years till seeing the sun's rays that would warm the ground below.

A sharp inhale was the only reaction to the door of her white room opening. Her eyes stayed glued to the blood stained tiles beneath. There was only two today that would muzzle and chain her up to lead her to a room that held the cold metal table. She had timed their rounds, their routine, and knew today they just wanted to hear her screams.

Suddenly her eyes jerked up followed by her body. Like lightning striking, J-382 attacked one with a swift kick to the ground, meeting the other with a fist to the jaw and a head-but. Her unforgiving silver eyes threatened with sparks of blue as four more come in. A growl escaped her mouth and her back arched slightly. She backed up threatened by black pronged sticks they pointed at her. Creeping slowly towards the wall, J-382 felt one of them burrow deep in her ribs and let out ever changing electrical pulses. A small scream escaped as more came after her. It wasn't but minuets till unconsciousness protected her from the sharp pain.

J-372 swam through the fog of sleep still clogging her mind. She could feel the metal press against her back with the assistance of multiple straps. The awaking of awareness was met with realization. A low growl escaped her mouth and echoed through the room.

"Where has that quiet attitude gone?" She could hear a click of a tongue in disapproval. "Looks like one of the others got under your head. What did they tell you J-382?" A secondary jerk upwards was the only response. The voice came back more stern this time. "Fine, till you answer me you'll remain here J-382." The speaker cut off and she was left tethered to the unforgiving table along with the muzzle and bulky collar around her.

Her thoughts lurked to darker places, days that she had no desire to be in. Ones filled by moonlit blood and a Phantom mentality of completing the job. Despite her tendency of being resistant, J-382 was one of the least violent out of the 5 ability users on her team. That's what led to the development of the inhibitor collars, it exploit weakness to make the wearer stop using their powers. However, the muzzle was from a more recent attack when a scientist poked around her mouth. J-382 almost bit off a few fingers and left major divots on the person's arm. Now she was tethered down to install fear and compliance for her behavior.