To Be Human

Her eyes trembled. Her fingers tightened against his shoulders as she leaned into his body. "Who are you? Why are you doing this?" Her voice was breathless as she clung to him. She was losing herself.

Sixty-Nine paused. He didn't intend to answer the second question. He didn't fully understand why he was helping her himself. But the former question?

A name?

He didn't have one. He was just a tool for revenge. He used to have a name, Sixty-Nine knew he did, but it didn't suit someone like him - a monster that wasn't fully human anymore. And, ever since Moreau's lab, he had been Sixty-Nine, but that was the disgusting title given to him by the Doctor.

'Remember that blue liquid you were injected with all those times?' said a gleeful voice. 'Can you guess what it was?'

A thin, hollow smile curled across his expression.

"Vanitas."