002: Just start the story, okay? I've got things I should be doing back home...
Hey, hey, hey! Don't give away the story! Plot wrecker.
002: rolls eyes Whatever. Stupid egomaniacal author person...Oh, and for the record:
TopazCat does not own any part of this story, franchised or otherwise. Deal with it.
A lone fluorescent sputtered in a bare room, casting its harsh glare over the nine humans inside of the tiny room. The depressing scene was eerily quiet, save for a few soft footsteps outside.
"I'm bored! I wanna go see the ghostie again!" The silence was shattered by a small girl, curled up in the corner, clutching a strange metallic robot like doll wearing only a long yellow scarf that matched the ones the humans were wearing(AN: Sound familiar?) to her chest.
"So'm I." A black haired man sitting near her declared, tossing a rubber ball into the air and deftly catching it again. Suddenly, he snatched up the doll, removing one of the thick gloves on his hands. Within seconds, the doll that had been sitting in his large hands was now a living, breathing(albeit metal) miniature person instead.
"And now I'm not." He concluded, a devilish grin on his face as the child set up an earsplitting howl.
"0025, if you don't change that stupid doll back--" began a woman with reddish brown hair that fell to her waist and a pair of oval glasses.
"HE'S JACK!"
"Fine, Jack! I don't care so long as you change it back before we all lose our minds!" The woman snapped, throwing her hands up in the air.
"Really. Can't you go 5 minutes without pissing somebody off?" A brown haired man seated across the room added sharply.
"Fine, fine, fine. I try and make life a little more interesting and look what happens..." The man muttered darkly, roughly grabbing the now-living doll and transforming it back to its former, unmoving shape.
"I don't think we really NEED more excitement in our lives at this point..." The woman retorted.
"Well, I can't stand this room any longer! I need to get out of here!" A girl, no older than 18 shouted suddenly, her golden brown hair swinging about her shoulders as she stood up from the tightly crouched position she had been sitting in.
"God works in mysterious ways. If we wait, opportunity will present itself." A dark skinned man mumbled, a rosary carefully cradled in his hands.
"Pfft. He hasn't been doing much recently, has he?" The girl sniped angrily.
"All of you, just calm down! Like it or not, we don't have a choice about this place. One step outside and they won't hesitate to kill us." A woman with similar features and gloves to the black haired man said, attempting to keep their little group in one piece for the time being.
"0026 is right. They can't keep us here forever, right?" A golden skinned woman decided as the others grumpily settled back into their previous positions.
"I dunno. They've been doing a pretty good job so far..." A man with silvery blond hair and spectacles wondered aloud, placing his head back against the cold steel walls.
"They will come." The dark skinned man prophesied with absolute certainty.
As if on cue, the thick door to the room swung open as a man with spiky dark hair and cold, calculating eyes walked in. His immaculate suit gleamed under the harsh lighting.
"I have a proposition for you all..." The man began, a sinister grin on his face.
Elsewhere within the cavernous confines of the base, a white cloaked scientist cautiously entered a darkened chamber, looking all about him as he slunk in.
"Ah. Dr. Echigano. You have briefed the newest cyborg experiments?" A deep, disturbing voice sounded in the darkness.
"It is being done as we speak. I have had Captain Sevro take care of it." Dr. Echigano said respectfully, bowing slightly.
"Good. And the nanochips?"
"They seem to be in working order, although we are not certain about Number 0023. Her development had always been the hardest--" Dr. Echigano began, but was cut off as a hand shot out of the gloom and gripped him by the throat.
"I do not care about one insignificant experiment! This is your last attempt at LOYAL cyborg soldiers, and if it fails..!" The voice thundered, tossing the scientist against the back wall of the room as if he had been a rag doll.
"D-don't worry. The neuro-chips will work as promised. The 001-009 Cyborg Series is as good as dead...Black Ghost." Dr. Echigano promised, painfully picking himself up off the floor and quickly backed out of the room as a sinister laugh filled the air.
Well? Whadja think? Good? Bad? Tell me, I wanna know! So, just R&R please!
002: Don't, it'll just encourage her. Besides, we're not even in this yet! What kind of story is THAT?
You'd better watch it, pal. If you're good, then MAYBE you'll be in the next Chapter! Just think of this as a little prologue for now. I promise the OCs willbe formallyintroduced (along with their powers)in the next part, okay?
002: Somehow I doubt that.
Look, just R&R now please! Thanks!