And finally, I put here the first part of what I think it's gonna be three part fanfiction.
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They both had been too young to know and understand what their parents had planned for them. For Molly, the prospect of moving with her father to another research team located in Bombay, India, meant that she had the posibilities of learning a new language, a new culture, meeting new peope, make new friends... For Noonien, that same prospect meant another different thing: that there was going to be another adittion to the tool of scientists that experimented on him to create the 'perfect human being' as they liked to call it.
This one came with a young daughter in the same package, which could only mean he would have to babysit a child, since his father was really interested in them to become good friends, maybe even better friends than him and his fellow British Augment Jonathon. He had complained almost instantly, partially because he disaproved the idea of becoming friends with someone he barely knew, less a girl that was at least three years younger than him.
Now that he had her in front of him, the only thing he could think about was how much he hated that stupid girl, with her too big eyes, her too skinny legs , her too pale skin and her too cute blush that perfectly matched the soft pinkness of her thin lips..
Shaking those thoughts from his head he reluctantly grabbed her small hand in his, marvelling the softness of her porcelain skin for a second before pulling her roughly towards him and striding towards the main halls of the scientific base, hoping that during that long tour she would show her true annoying nature and leave him alone.
However, it only got worse for him. She was polite, sweet and only spoke when she was spoken to. She was 'Little Miss Perfect' as Noonien liked to call her on his head. Soon, he discovered to his great displeasure that the more time passed, the more he enjoyed her company.
Noonien was just a twelve year old to understand what he was feeling. Nevertheless, his behavior wasn't invisible for their parents. Who as soon as they were left alone, they started talking about compromises and arranged marriages.
As time passed, he made some new discoveries about her. She wasn't like the other girls he knew. Apart from the fact that she was entirely human, she wasn't as annoying and aggresive as the others (with the exception of the American Augment Marie, a close friend of Jonathon who was the less annoying Augment female but no less aggresive). She just sat on a corner, reading a book and staying quiet until her father called for her. When his training and experiment session ended, Noonien always sat at the other end of the room watching her intently. Sometimes when she read, she smiled, a soft small smile that he didn't know why, but he never wanted to loose sight of it. Marie always liked to tease him about it saying that if he continued o look at her like that, the experiments would finally succeed and he would shot rays through his eyes.
It wasn't until much later that Noonien was brave enough to approach her, however he felt like he didn't make the best of the impressions.
She had been reading as always, she seemed so immersed in her story that she didn't notice the angry looking Augment boy approaching her. But Noonien did, and as soon as the boy dared to talk her he was already standing up and getting ready for battle.
"You, give me that book." The boy spoke harshly. Molly looked up, wide-eyed and probably scared of the taller boy. She clutched the book to her chest, refusing to give it to that brute of a kid. That seemed to anger more the young Augment.
"Are you deaf? Give me that book!" The boy shouted, lifting his arm to get the book using brute force.
Molly shivered and shrunk into herself, awaiting the imminent punch. But it never came. Instead a cry of pain and the sound a bone breaking was heard. She looked up and saw Noonien twisting the other boy's arm behind his back, though it wasn't necessary anymore. The boy's arm was completely broken, as the bone could be seen peering through the skin. Also, he seemed to be sporting a very bad looking bloody nose.
"Listen to me, you filthy scum. If I ever see you talking to her or just standing near her again, I'll rip all your limbs from your body, starting with the most precious to you." Noonien hissed at the ear of his adversary, signaling with his head the area where his crotch was positioned. The young Aument just nodded and ran away from him when he was released from Noonien's deadly grasp. Watching him go, Noonien wondered why he hadn't killed him as he did years ago wih that Augment bully who wanted to take his so needed crutch from him. He had a vague idea of who could be the one to blame for his 'gentelmanly' behavior, and she was sitting just behind him, probably with an amazed and fearful look in her eyes.
"Are you okay?." He asked curtly, . She looked at him with a smile, he noted that her eyes were brighter when she smiled, at least when she smiled at him.
"Yes, thanks Noonien." His name was pronounced as if it was the sweetest of the sweets. Noonien wasn't sure if it should bother or please him, he had been told he should be respected after all, not loved.
"What were you reading?" He demanded. One of the few things that bothered him about her was that he was never certain about what to say to her that could really catch her attention, and he highly doubted she was interested in hearing about his experiments and training lessons. But books seemed a good topic, so why not?
"Just a history book that my mother gave me when I was young. She really loved history." She answered shyly, lowering her gaze. That was another of the few things about her that really bothered Noonien. Sometimes, she seemed willing to talk to him as if he was an old friend, but then she would refuse to look at his eyes and act like if they had just met and she feared his opinion about her. Something snapped on Noonien's head, this time he wasn't going to allow that to happen. He crouched at her level and forced her to look at him.
"What was your mother's name?" He asked, really insterested on her answer.
"Marla. She died when I was young." Molly said with sad eyes. Noonien felt a pinch of sympathy for the girl, as he had also lost his mother at a really young age. Although in his case, he had been to young to have any memories of her, he could imagine how hard must have been for Molly to lose someone as important as her mother.
"I'm sorry." He said without thinking. Later, he would be surprised about how someone as proud and stoic as him could have apologized for something to someone as meek and quiet as her. At first, he thought she had hacked his neural chip to make him more emotional and therefore weaker. But when he asked his 'father' to take a look at it and he said that it was as good as new, Noonien started to worry about how much power could have that small girl over him.
That power, he unfortunately discovered , it was really strong, so strong that even her absence raged at him. Molly was a constant on his life, and although she was quiet and almost invisible constant, you could easily tell when she was missing.
That day she had been on a nearest town on a shopping trip with her father, and not even two hours had passed before Noonien found himself missing, because craving and needing just sounded too pathetic for him, her company.
That day, not even his constant experiments on himself, like how many and how serious injures he could take, that usually ended with him on the infirmary with Molly, Johnathon and Marie at his side, could cheer him up.
However, as he thought about it, he questioned himself why he couldn't go with her to the town, why couldn't he go anywhere at all? Why did they want to keep him caged? To keep them caged? Noonien found it quite unfair, and soon found himself wondering about different ways of escaping without getting caught. Soon he came to a simple conclusion: the key were the cameras and that monitoring sistem that were implanted in every room and laboratory of the base. But those were easy to disable, the problem was the many guards that guarded the exits.
Noonien knew that he was stronger than any other boy, Augment or human, it didn't matter; but face all those guards was out of the question. His main goal was to not to be seen or heard and a fight would only complicate things. So he opted to dig a hole on the computer room that would lead him towards his freedom. Once again, the doctors would be atonished with his strenght as they had believed that stone floor to be nearly impossible to break.
When his face peered through the burning sand of the desert, he swore he had never felt more alive in all his life. It's a shame that his happiness only lasted a few seconds, because when he was able to pull his entire body of the hole a sharp pain on the back of his head make him fall on his kees. It hurted, as his head was exploding over and over again, his self inflicted wounds on training sessions were reduced to nothing compared to this. Why did he have to suffer so much? He just had wanted to see Molly, nothing more.
From a nearby helicopter a man looked with pain in his eyes how the neural chip worked its magic on the boy he had 'created', the boy he had come to love as his own child.
"I'm sorry, Noonien." said. "But I don't think the world is ready for you yet."
Noonien learnt his lesson, though the idea of escaping remained on his head. The next time, he would be more careful and he would make sure to not get caught again.
At the complex age of fifteen Noonien asked Molly to lend him the history book that her mother had given her to read it. Just for curiosity, and knowledge, at least that was he said to her and himself. Though he couldn't help but feeling a bit of smugness at the thought of her trusting him enough to lend him one of her most treasured possessions.
He had planned to read the book later, at night. But the curiosity of discovering what could be written on that book for the deceased Marla Hooper to give it to her daughter won and he barely made it to his room when he opened the book and started reading.
To say he was amazed with all that ancient conquerors and warriors was an understatement. He was marvelled by them, and he couldn't help but feel a bit reflected on them. He was also a warrior, he had been trained to fight, to develop his skills. One day, he hoped it was sooner than later, he would have to fight along his comrades in wars and battles, he would be a great warrior and a military leader. Just like Gengis Khan.
Khan. He found he really liked the name, it sounded powerful, strong and royal, Hell, even it's meaning was king, and now that he thought about it, it suited him. He wasn't the strongest, cleverest and fastest of all his generation for nothing.
He returned the book to Molly a few weeks later, with a small smile on his face, which given who he was and his backstory, it was like he was beaming with happiness.
"Did you enjoy the book?" She asked, amused that her friend was finally showing some facial expressions. Noonien kept the smile on his face.
"Of course, it was a quite intersting subject. One can be really surprised at all the things that our ancestors did, no wonder why you read it so much, it's fascinating."
Molly was the one beaming now at the fact that he had liked the book.
"Although I'm more interested in medicine and anatomy, I agree that is a great book. I'm glad you liked it, Noonien."
"Khan." He corrected her, his smile widening "My name is Khan Noonien Singh."