Hi there! Well, this is an traslation of one of my stories, my english is terrible, but I wanna try to do it anyway. Thank's for read. Enjoy!
FREEDOM
File 01: Grey
Fire. That was all she remembered from his past that is represented in constant nightmares that haunted her dreams. The unbearable heat of the fire that had engulfed his home and strange hands that lifted her up and saved from this just to get her to a greater torment.
No... Please...
The limbs were tied to the operating table cold metal. A beam of blinding light from the upper lamp blinded their sight and caused individuals around her were nothing more than indistinct shadows.
-Everything will be fine. Do not worry.
Hands grabbed her head forcing her to discover her neck and a needle penetrated the carotid artery injection of a foreign substance. Pain clouded her vision. She felt that liquid through her body and spread burning inside. The cry uttered was roundly ignored by men in white coats who backed down waiting for the desired reaction arise at any time.
Somebody ... Help me...
A thrill of agony more and her body stay motionless. The eyes were cloudy and vital signs were relaxed. The green beads were fixed blankly at some nonexistent point of the room and one of them turned from amber from the center out while the lock of hair would be the child bangs a girl of no more five lost their color to be completely white. The eyelids which fell curtain in theater and darkness invaded every part of her.
It took months for the constant testing and excruciating pain ceased. Little remained of life in that little profane body that had no signs of superhuman beyond the strange colors of her hair and her eyes change. It was clear that this subject would not do more for scientific purposes. The only thing left to do was get rid of that small remnant of the illegalities and monstrosities that were conducted. An orphanage. One poor and desperate enough to accept the economic payoffs from that sinister corporation with the only condition to maintain absolute secrecy in the history of the little mute girl. They agreed without further.
Despite efforts to maintain the most zealous of secrets, rumors ran. That brilliant project to create a human it was impossible to beat by any physical medium due to the atomic constitution similar to the hardest of metals had been stalled and locked in a dusty and forgotten archivist. What a shame! It would have been great to have him be in his hands...
Time spent several winters were taking its folds and seven years were reflected in the girl who, given that it had no name, called Cathaline. It was true that she had never recovered from that defendant thinness, nor her pale skin color recovery, nor her body the energy and happiness that should overwhelm someone her age. She had grown several inches and tousled black hair falling on her shoulders with bangs covering the right half of his face giving an even more disheveled and painful aspect. Her eyes were large and dull whit long black lashes. The small nose and perfectly straight guiding the look to his full lips and colorless. She used to look under the tabs and ducked his head each time someone spoke to her, she pulled away and spent hours alone in bed in her room. She ate very little and communicated less. One of the teachers who handled them basic education to those guys almost fainted from the shock that was to hear her speak for the first time. She was alone in the room with Cathaline trying to provoke a reaction in her, something that would tell her that she was at least listening. Incredible was listening to the firm but gentle voice of a person who had so long in silence. The girl had not deigned to speak to anyone until she had completed ten years of age. And what impressed her most was the answer she had given Cathaline when were questioned about why she had not said anything before.
-I had nothing to say.
That was the simple answer of Cathaline. The young instructor did not leave her astonishment. Nothing to say. A girl who had one of the most egregious of the past had nothing to say.
-But you from now on, will trust us, right? After all, we are your family.
It said the redhead trying to take the arm of the girl, unsuccessfully, since the whole body of the vanished as if it were foggy and condensed in the opposite corner of the room. The pallor of the teacher were accused further. The look of the girl denoted terror and she was surrounded herself with arms. Giving the session terminated, went with swiftly to the office of the director, with great effort to remain calm, she told her what happened.
The decision of the director was to confine Cathaline to a room that was in the far corner of the building. No one could see, except the orphanage staff, who just came by to let food and let her out to the toilets and showers. The instructor just tried to forget about it for the next two years Cathaline was there.
As I said, the time had passed and rumors had been spreading scientist to scientist, corporation to corporation and other corrupt agents to reach the ears of certain senator. Steven Armstrong. He heard the story of a little girl that was used for some experiments whose results were unsatisfactory and she were delivered to an orphanage, but after it was discovered that her body was suffering from a curious condition: had the ability to disappear and materialize again.
Armstrong had always had a strong interest in technology applied to private military companies. He was well aware that if he wanted to revolutionize the US system, he would need some degree of brute force and many aces up his sleeve to avoid any charges that could tarnish his image and destroy their plans. A pet that could raise from childhood for their own purposes was more than perfect. She could be his most useful weapon if trained in the proper way, her young mind would probably still open enough so that could implanting his own ideals.
With this in mind, and after a heatedly discussion with one of his closest sidekick, he went above anonymous to the orphanage that was very close to the Canadian border. Upon arrival, he was greeted with surprise by the director of the institution, which led to her private office.
The conversation that followed was long and lying: Armstrong simply alleged that needed a worthy heir enough and would not find a better specimen that someone could rescue from neglect because of a cruel past and the director was determined to convince him Cathaline was not simply a piece of a twisted collection and a mirror of humanitarian compassion. She was unpredictable and dangerous, besides the key piece in a murky authorities should take note issue ever. Armstrong smiled arrogant and opened the briefcase he was carrying on the table. The green paper was reflected in the eyes of the director. She should just give him the legal custody and keep the issue in the shadows. Again, the orphanage were benefited from a bribe.
Young red-haired professor did not cross word with Senator as she led him to the room of Cathaline. The latches and locks that fell to the ground and sealed the rickety door creaked open.
-Cat...? You have a visit ... - the teacher whispered shakily as she gave way Senator.
Cathaline, who was sitting on the bed with her back to the door, just looked at the intruders over her shoulder. Armstrong nodded to the instructor who went out and closed the door leaving them alone.
-So you're Cathaline. I was anxious to meet you. I've heard a lot about you.
Nothing he have heard can be good...
Cathaline stood and, as always, ducking his head at the man in suit and elegant appearance that rested safely in her room.
-I'm Steven Armstrong. Colorado Senator...
-I know... -she stopped short. She did not like to be treated like an idiot or something.
-Smart girl. Well, as I said, I've heard a lot of you. -put his hand on her shoulder although contact was never given because, as on that occasion, Cat vanished at the corner furthest from the room in terror engraving in her eyes.- And it seems that the rumors are true...
-Did you come here just to tease me? –her bicolor eyes took on a challenging intensity, though still downcast.
I will not allow...
Armstrong already was expected to be a little difficult.
-Do not be silly. Stupid people treated you like a waste. A phenomenon. But I know you're something much more special.
Huh?
-Yes, you have a lot of potential... And I can help you exploit, control and use it to your advantage. You do not have to live in this dump. I'll give you a decent roof, training... and a surname, although that's not important.
Cathaline observed him from head to toe with a slight frown. He was a politician in its purest form... He disliked.
-So... What do you say? Are you coming with me?
Armstrong raised a hand offering it to the girl.
It will be the only chance to escape... At least, she can't be worse than already is...
The trembling, small and slender fingers of Cathaline hand was involved in the huge, strong hand of Armstrong. Their eyes met and Armstrong pretending he smiled kindly. She was not buying a word, but would have a new opportunity.
They went to the principal's office and, after the relevant paperwork, made the long trip to Denver.
The reception of the floors that were dedicated to the research of World Marshal, one of the world's most powerful private military companies, were spacious and elegant but austere. Cathaline walking with his usual ragged clothes and worn next to Armstrong.
-So... Did you decide to do, uh?
A man in a white suit and light blue tie, which would have some thirty-two years, went to Armstrong. He was tall, thin, with straight white hair to the shoulders and eyes Asian features and light blue.
-Yes... See that's located, and then meet me.
Armstrong retired disappearing behind the corner of a hallway.
-Follow me... - He said coldly man began walking with the girl behind him.
Neither said a single word until they came to a corridor where there were a lot of doors on each side.
-What's your name?
-Cathaline.
-Well, you going to stay here for now... - he said, opening access to one of those doors, behind which there was a room containing a double bed, a wardrobe, a dresser and a door leading to a private bathroom.- Wash yourself and then we'll talk about what awaits you.
She nodded her head slightly.
-Hum...- a whisper escaped of her lips causing the greatest stopped at the door.
She looked at him a moment but the intensity of his gaze made her head back down.
-Monsoon.
Huh?
-You can call me Monsoon.
And he retired leaving her alone with his thoughts and feeling that he could read their issues before not even occurred to her how to raise them.