February 2009
Alarms were going off, teams were being dispatched. The reason? Twelve of the X5's bursting through the window and going to the gate. Their goal? To escape. It was no doubt cold, but I wouldn't know. You would have thought that I would have joined their escape. I would have, despite the fact that was in solitary. There was no way getting out of those walls, no matter how strong I was. While they were running for their lives, dodging lasers and running barefoot in snow cold, and going to jump over that fence just inches away from their freedom, I was stuck inside four wall, banging and pounding on them to get out, to be free. But I guess Life just doesn't work the way you want it to all the time. Of course I guess It was my fault for getting myself in solitude.

Two days ago the X5's were to line up, and when we did one of my closest friends, X5-347 was sick and could hardly move, of course he hadn't told anyone because he knew worse would happen if the adults had known. So they were forcing him to get out of his bed. I couldn't just stand by so I lept at them to leave them alone and like an animal bit one of the guards arm. That was enough to get me into solitary for three days. The day of the escape was the three day, but they hadn't let me out yet. Therefore I couldn't escape with the twelve X5's. The twelve of them, left the rest of the eight year old X5's behind. Just to save their own skins. I hated them for it. Maybe that was one of the reasons I grew colder. Or maybe it was just Manticore's fault.

May 2020
Eleven years goes by fast. When your being pushed harder and harder to go faster and faster. To fight harder and harder, to run and chase and be underwater forcefully till your almost out of breath. To have your eyes trained, to be trained to kill. To be forced to kill. Since the escape in 09' things hadn't changed much. They no doubt were still looking for the rest of the twelve escapees but the rest of use X5's were trained and changed after that escape. They gave use less freedom then what we had years ago. They kept close eyes on us, checked our cells. They made sure were weren't going to get out. Since the twelve escapees were X5's there wasn't a whole bunch of us now.

The sun was high, I was a changed woman. From a child, with short cut hair that had been friends with others, I was now a grown woman whom hated a lot of people and didn't trust them easily. I was trained that way and the betrayal I felt from the twelve X5's only made that much greater. I was pushed out of my thoughts when the guard came into the room and told us to line up. I quickly jumped off the top bunk and landed on my feet of course, which landed in my shoes. My clothing consisted of the Manticore uniform, a white and light grey of cameo. A shirt and a pair of sweat pants. The guard started going down the line, to make sure we were all there and accounted for. Male and Females spoke their designation. Then it was my turn.

"State your designation Solider!"

"X5-351, Sir!"

X5-351. X5, the type that I was and the 351 the last three numbers of my bar code. But that wasn't the only 'designation' I had. When I had been friends with the twelve before they escaped we all gave each other names. Mine was 'Joan.' But since then I had tried to forget about it, they betrayed me, I didn't want to be a part of that and my only name was a few numbers and the single letter of 'x'. Not Joan. My hair had grown out, long blonde locks were pulled into a pony tail. Soon after the last two X5's stated their numbers we were marched outside, out heads up and looking to the daylight.

As we hit the daylight I looked at the sun and the trees outside the fence. You would think we would take off. We couldn't. Guards, Guard towers, lasers at the ready it was impossible even for us. I wasn't thinking about escape. I was trained as a solider. Today we were just training, simple enough. It was face off a few of the others and see just how strong you were. I was first. I stepped up to the mat, glancing at my boots and then tightening my pony tail. An X7 steps up. I do not care to here what their designation is. I blink at the male and we stare until we are told. X7's were made soon after the twelve escaped, they were supposed to be stronger but for a true X5, they were no match.
As soon as we are told to go, he charges at me. I stay in place. When he is close enough to hit me I bring up my arm, blocking his hand and while he tries to use his other hand to hit me, I bring up my other hand and block his other punch and I narrow my eyes before I bring up my leg and kick him right in that place that guys don't want to be kicked.

X7's were supposed to be smarter, I thought they were stupider. It didn't even take me a full five minutes to take him down. He falls down to the mat and I just look down at him and then glance over at one other that everyone knows. He's clapping. "Good job X5-351." I look over at him and give a small bow. "Thank you sir." My voice is loud enough to be heard, and stern. As I wait for the next one to be sent to challenge me..its an X6. I catch the designation, 543. I stare at her for second.

Once I hear the order to begin I know this isn't going to be as easy as it was before. This X6 knows what she is doing, as do I. As she brings up her leg for a kick I block it with my own kick. We are clearly on the same page as they say, as we both bring up our fists to hit the other but they both block each other out. As we bring our legs down and instead try to fight it out with her hands. I move close, she moves close we both swing punches each blocking out each other. I deiced its quite time to end this already. My green eyes are locked on her brown ones, I don't even know why I am remembering the color and I quickly go down on the mat as she goes to make a new punch and kick her off her feet. I quickly moved and sit down on her waist, keeping her from going anywhere, my long blonde pony tail over my shoulder now, as I hold her pinned. I do not move until I am told.

When I am told the fight is over, I roll off of her and jump to my feet and move my ponytail so that it is back over my back and the brunette gets off the mat and stands up. "Good job to the both of you." "X5-351, and X6-543." This mans name...is Melinde. He is the basically babysitting us when Lydecker isn't around. We both blink over at him before we step off the mat. When you are done fighting you are to stand to the side. That is what we both do. Normally I do not care about the people I fight, and I certainly don't care about X6's but something struck me odd with her. I do not know what it was. I push it aside. Transgenics go against other Transgenics and soon we are all standing to the side. We all wait, we do not speak. The only sounds, the outside and our breathing. Other then that, footsteps and nothing.

We were quiet until we were told what to do, though I called to another caretaker. Melide told me to wait in his office. I was to do as told. I stepped out of the line and started to walk towards the room. I knew where it was, I had been there before. Guards by the door, I told them I was told to meet there, and they let me in finally. I waited by his desk, standing quietly. I only had two seconds to think before Melide came into his office. I stood straight and he looked at me. I didn't dare move, as I know what he was looking at. With my skills came my beauty, and my body was very well made, and Melide had always been staring at it, this I knew very well.

It angered me but I didn't speak out. "Sir is there something you need?" I said trying not to show how disturbed I was by his staring. "Take your hair down." It was said sternly and I did a a small sigh and reached my hand up and pulled out the small hair tie the blonde hair that was once in a pony tail now going down to almost my waist, straightened out. I blinked, green eyes looking at him. The older male, looked at me before tilting my head up and I stared hard. "If you are planning on doing something that you are not supposed to do I advise you not to do what your planning." His hand was at my waist, almost up my shirt. I glared a bit at him. I was not supposed to talk back but this was to far. Even for a true solider.

I brought my hand up grabbing his wrist and pulling it away from my shirt and and moved his hand away from my chin. "Now do you need something." I stated pulling my hair back into a pony tail. With a disappointment sigh, Melide moved behind his desk and pulled out a folder. "Your on a mission." He said holding out the folder '"Your being sent out of the building." I nodded and grabbed the folder. I stared at it for a second before opening up. I read over the words reading what I was to do. Kill someone and make it look like an accident and cover it up and take something. Basic enough. "Sir, are you giving me clothing to go out with? I will stand out like this." I pointed out.

He seemed to have thought of that already. He handed me a small pile of clothing, black boots on top of it. "Go change and go by the gate. Guards and I will met you there and then your sent out." He said and a gave a bow. "Yes sir." I said before going out the door and to my bunk. With all the other soldiers out and training I stripped off my shirt and slipped on..a sleeveless black turtle neck. I slipped off the sweatpants and replaced them with green pants. I put on the black boots and then put on the green over jacket. I once more released my blonde hair and then put the hair tie on my wrist.

To be honest, I didn't think about what I looked like that much because we all wore the same thing. Though I had to say..I looked pretty good. I pushed that thought aside as well, I don't need to care about how I look. I then started out of the room and to the gate that permitted me from leaving the building. I walked to the gate, Melide, and four guards were there. I stood there and Melide clipped a pin to my jacket. "We are watching so don't think of running off. We will know." "But I don't think you will 351." He said and then he punched in the number to open up the gate and paper that told me what to do was shoved into the back pocket of my pants. I nodded a bit at them and did a bow. "Of course sir. I will carry out my mission and return to base." I did a salute and when the gate opened up I walked towards it. Once I was sure I was clear to go, I took off.

Running. To others I seemed like a blur, to me, I knew where I was going. Settle, Washington.