Mariko...
"Go ahead and release her. The Chief gave us the order before he died..."
Kurama...They...
"Are you sure it's safe to let her go?"
They're dead...
"I don't really know, but an order is an order. Release Number Twenty-Three, now!"
Dead...
"Yes Ma'am..."
The alarms sounded, and the large, impenetrable metal door hissed open. Light filled the once dark chamber.
Dead...Dead...Dead...
"Number Twenty-Three...you are hereby released freely into the world in respect to the orders of Chief Kurama..."
Dead!
Her vectors flared out in every direction, slicing anything with their range, the two lab workers included. Now they were dead, too...
Just like Mariko...
Just like Kurama...
They were dead.
"...Dead...gone....all of them...all of them!"
The girl who had been known as Number Twenty-Three since she was born fell to her knees. Her bare skin hitting the cold, metal floor made her shudder. She hugged her arms around herself, trying to give herself some form of false comfort.
All she had known...
All she had ever known, or cared about...
It was gone....
It was dead...just like the others...