this will be one long story, it will not end at the end of I am number four, but at the end of "United as One" I obviously do not own any of the characters used in this story. I hope you enjoy this.

Hi, I guess the best way to start this off is to give you my name. My name is Zero or at least that's what I think my name is, it was given to me by some people you'll learn about in a couple of minutes. Now please pay attention to words I'm going to be saying, because they might give you clues as to what's going to happen to me in the stories I'm about to tell you. Alright, one more thing you need to know about me, like everyone else, I was born with emotions. But when you've been tortured enough, they tend to disappear, forever.

I was five years old when I was taken away. My family was normal, therefor I was normal, so that means I wasn't chosen because I was special, I just happened to be the closest kid to them at the time. Just because I was a kid, I thought they wouldn't hurt me, but I was wrong. So wrong. The first thing they did was beat the crap out of me, then…A week passed and there was this man in front of me, he had a white coat, like a scientist. His hair was brown with gray roots, so I'd say he was in his late forties. He had a deceiving kind smile, he was tall and looked normal. They chained me to a hard wooden chair before this man came in here. This shit is stupid…It's not like I'm going to run away, I mean they could kill me easily.

The next hour was just the man talking to me all gentle like, where I thought, 'hey, maybe he sees that this is wrong and maybe he was going to help me.' But then he went behind and grabbed something, he came back around the other side and with a crooked smile, and a sharp knife. "I haven't introduced myself, have I?" He laughed psychotically, my eyes widened as he creeped his knife closer to me right wrist, "Dr. Knives, at your service."

I tried to move my arm, nothing worked. I'm just a kid. Everything I try just fails. "This'll just take a second." He muttered, the lighting in here made him look like an evil scientist, my breathing increased as he ran the blade softly against my pale skin, and then with a twisted smile, he pushed forward, I screamed out in pain, tears rolled down the sides of my face, I kept kicking my legs and trying to get free. But I was too weak, after two seconds of him pushing that blade into my skin he stopes and grabs a vial. "I'll be borrowing this." He said and filled it with my blood.

My eyes started to close, "Thank you very much." Was the last thing I heard before I fell into a deep slumber, I don't remember what I dream about every time I fall asleep, I just wake up crying.

I don't know how many days have passed, nor do I know if I'll ever get out of here. I sat in the middle of my cell, my arms around my legs with my head resting on my knees. My clothes reek, and stained with my own blood. The sleeves of my shirt are in tatters, my pants has holes and one leg is ripped open all the way to the thigh. Weeks and weeks pass and then Dr. Knives returned once again. He gave me a disappointing look and creeped up to me. "Time to get to work." He said and tried to pick me up. I tried crawling away, but then he grabbed my ankle and dragged me away to a new and bright room. I covered my eyes at the sight of the lights, "Where…" It hurt to talk, he left me in there and walked out. After five minutes he was back with water. I licked my lips, Dr. Knives smiled at my desperation. "Repeat after me. Hello Dr. Knives, may I have some water?" I looked at his face and back to the water, is it worth it? He's trying to brainwash me or something.

My eyes kept darting back and forth to the water and his face. "I don't want to repeat myself." His voice was steely. I opened my mouth, but instantly regretted it. My jaw hurt like hell. I can't talk. He looked down at me, "Fine." He said and dropped the glass of water, "You can work without the water." He said angrily. I crawled towards the water and licked it, he kicked me. "Na-uh, until you repeat what I said, you get no water."

That little bit was enough to allow me to talk, should I repeat the words and become his slave? No, he's not going to break me. I stayed quiet. He growled at my arrogance and dragged me back to the cell I haven't gotten used to. "Your water and food supplies have just been halved into being given to you weekly." He said and walked away.

I went to my spot I had marked with my blood. The scar on my right arm was slowly healing. I cried into my knees once again. Being ignored was the worst thing he could have done to me, it's so dark in here…Weeks on top of weeks pass…Which soon turned into months. Each day I get weaker. Skinner and getting more used to living in the dark in this huge cell. I often think about my parents…Whose faces slowly disappear each time I think of them. My younger brother along with my sister also disappeared.

I looked at my hand, being in here allowed me to see pretty well in the dark. I had long nails, and dirty hands. I started to smell really bad a couple of months back. How long have I been in here? Why am I wondering about that…It doesn't matter anymore. No one is coming to save me.

Another month feels like a year. Another week feels like a month, another minute feels like a week, and another second…Feels like a lifetime.

As I stare at the ceiling, I wondered what I'd be doing if I wasn't taken here, probably having fun with my best friend…His name was Nathen. He's the same age as me, and we had the same class together. His blond hair and blue eyes made him look like he was going to grow up and become a model…I always admired him, he was strong for a kid and he was smart, not to mention he had good looks…I found a bit weird that he became my friend, I mean I had no talent and I had average grades. I was weaker then him too. So I had to wonder why he choose me to be his friend.

As I was thinking, I heard a door open and I sat up. A flashlight was pointed towards me, "Are you okay?" The man asked, all the emotions I had kept inside, came pouring out, tears rolled down the sides of my cheeks, "No…Help me." I reached out to him. He pulled out keys from his pocket and opened the cell, I hugged him and looked up at him, "Thank y-

He was smiling evilly at me, "The Dr. Wants to see you." That is when all hope for me was lost, my eyes wide with fear and disbelief. "No…Why!" I shouted, he laughed, "Why not? It's boring what you're doing. Had to spice things up once and awhile, eh?" Hatred boiled up inside of me, "I hate you! You bas-" He punched me in the gut, "I didn't come here to make friends you little shit. Now get moving." He ordered, I laid on the ground holding my stomach. He forcibly picked me up and dragged me along with him. Everything was bright again.

After two minutes of him dragging me, he threw me in a room with a familiar sounding voice, "There are two tables in front of you, both contain food and water, but only one of them is safe to eat. Choose." He said and everything went quiet. Both of them looked delicious, one has grape juice and the other had water. One table had bread and eggs, the other had sausages and chicken, with barbeque sauce. I rushed forward, but stopped, they've tricked me, tortured me, and tried to brainwash me. It's like they're trying to train me or something…The food smelled so good. I looked at the juice, and then the water. I'm just a kid…How the hell am I supposed to know what is wrong with one of them. I was average at everything.

But I know about greediness. I know when to share, I know when to take just the little stuff. I walked towards the water and bread. I heard a crackle and then Dr. Knives said into the mic, "Excellent, now repeat what I told you three months ago." And then he was quiet, waiting for my response. My hope of getting saved was broken. So I answered him, "Hello Dr. Knives…May I have some water?"

I waited for what seemed like hours. "Yes." He said and left me alone to eat and drink in peace. Obedience is what they want…Looks like they succeeded in making me their slave…

I drank the water and ate the bread, they tasted funny…Maybe because I haven't ate anything for a while. Once I was done, I assumed they wanted me to clean up and put everything in order, I did that and sat in the middle of the room waiting for them to tell me what to do. The mind is a fragile thing, it can broke with the right words. But I guess it was words that broke me, it was the torture of not eating and the thing that guy pulled…Pretending like he was going to help me.

But it's been three months, I only broke because I'm a freaking kid. I sat there and waited and waited. Thoughts were going through my mind, how long do they intend to make me wait? What else are they going to do to me? Just then the doors burst open, "Hands up kid." It was the same man as before, I held my hands up, "Good, looks like it worked."

I said nothing and let him take me somewhere else. This room looked like the other one, white and bright with just a few objects. But this time it was papers and puzzles. "You have two hours to finish all of this." Dr. Knives said. He said nothing else and left me alone once again. I walked up to the table with the puzzles, there was instructions on the side explaining how to solve the hard ones. One was how to pick a lock. I read it, 'Lock picking is the art of unlocking a lock by manipulating the components of the lock device without the original key. There are tools to open locks, the most common one to use is the warded pick, also known as a skeleton key, is used for opening warded locks. It is generally made to conform to a generalized key shape relatively simpler than the actual key used to open the lock; this simpler shape allows for internal manipulations.' I didn't get it, so I read it again and again. I turned the page and it said, 'find the pattern.'

After ten minutes of reading the paper over and over, I decided to try, I grabbed the tools and got to work, my desperation ran out a while back. I now don't care if I get saved or not. Kids lose a lot of hope pretty quick when they're abandoned…Although I wasn't abandoned, I was taken. I finished the lock under thirty minutes and then I moved on to the other ones, each one was easier than the last. But when I got to the actual papers, it said, 'When trying to counter a punch, how would one do so?' I thought about it, nothing came to mind. I have more than one hour and ten minutes left. I imagined someone trying to hit me, I back up and brought my palm up against his elbow. That would break his arm. I tried a different kind of counter, he tried again this time I ducked and grabbed his hand and went behind him, I kicked the back of his knee and then he fell to his knees, that's how I would be able to counter someone…Right?

I wrote it down regardless. The next question asked, 'If you were fighting an opponent bigger than you, how would you take him down?' That's an easy one, I'd beat him with speed or use his own strength against him. Make him really mad and make him punch a hard wall or something. I put on the paper, there was twenty questions in all to answer, I answer fifth-teen of them and then a buzzer went off. "Times up." Dr. Knives said. And then a door opened, "Now it's time for the real thing."

I walked in and saw two buff men, I tried to turn, but he door was already closed, I'm only fucking five…What is wrong with you people? My legs trembled under me. One walked forward and I backed up and ran away from him. He was big and slow, but the other was a little bit smaller than the one I ran from, he grabbed me by the throat and carried me. I hit his hand multiple times, but it had no effect. He squeezed harder but then the other said, "My turn." His voice was like a bass. Deep and scary. I was dropped to the ground, I held my throat coughed. When I looked up, I was hit on the cheek. Everything was dark for a second but then I was lifted in the air, and then I was hit again in the face. I didn't dare block with my arms…They would only break. I was breathing…Barely. They laughed and walked away.

"Disappointing." Dr. Knives said and walked into the room I was in, all around me was my blood. My left eye was swollen, my cheeks hurt and my jaw too. I spit out blood to the ground, "I'm just a five year old kid…What'd you expect?" After that I was sent back to my cell. I can't tell how long it's been, but it seems like a year has passed, because my hair was long. A year with no interaction with Dr. Knives or those guards. I just sat there and thought of my friends…My family. Everyone I thought that could save me, sometimes I imagined them saving me. But each time I was disappointed when I opened my eyes and saw nothing but darkness.

I can't remember when the last time I told myself I could get through this, but I realized I was just kidding myself, I can't get through this, I'm only a kid after all. I can see with both my eyes now, which isn't that important…My face doesn't hurt anymore. I got up wobbly, how long was I sitting? I haven't did much since I was thrown back in here. I kind of gave up…My leg muscles ache when I keep standing, my arms are heavy and my back hurts when I try to straighten it.

I walked to the nearest wall and punched it. It hurts, but I ignore the pain and keep punching, after two hours of doing just that, I did push ups. I only did about ten and collapsed. I laid down for hours, and then I got back up and did more push ups and then sit ups. I'm not hoping to get out of here, but I'm hoping to at least get stronger. Not that it'll do me any good. I keep this up for months on end. They kept the food and water coming. Each time it shortens…Like they've used everything they could to get me under their control. Dr. Knives latest test was me getting beat up again. A couple of weeks later I was healed and he had me tied up to a table and then he experimented on me. Injecting shit into me.

"Maybe this'll make you stronger." He mutter and left me tied to the table. He left the room. Silence…This is what I like about being kidnapped…A silence that no one but me can enjoy. Everyone else is always talking and making noise. But I'm here just being quiet and thinking about fighting, I've stopped imaging people saving me. I've stopped feeling. I've stopped everything.

I answer when spoken to, and drink and told to, and eat when told to. I'm completely under their control. After an hour of just laying there, Dr. Knives came back and released me, "Get up." He said, I did as he asked, "Good." He said with approval, "Get down and follow me." He ordered.

I did and the he led me down the hall which was bright as all the other rooms. At the end of the hall was a single door. When we reached it he opened the door and I followed him inside. In front of me was a chair connected to a machine. "Sit." He said. I obeyed and let him retrain me. I didn't try to get away, otherwise I would die.

"It'll sting, prepare yourself." He told me, I gulped and breathed in and out, I nodded. He smiled and sat down and typed something and flipped a switch. My entire body tensed as the electricity ran through it. I was about to scream but I stopped myself. "Excellent." Dr. Knives said and increased the power, I can feel my hair start to raise. I started to try and kick my legs out, and move my arms, but the restraints were too strong.

"Just a little longer." Dr. Knives said, I shut my eyes and closed my hands into a fist. My legs felt so weak, I'm so young, yet I can endure this much? What exactly did he give me? I felt myself slipping away, I was about to pass out. My body shut down and then I was dreaming again this dream was just darkness, so I guess it wasn't actually a dream. Humans…Are disgusting. Well, maybe this one in particular. Dr. Knives, he's twisted. When I woke up I was back in the cell I've grown to like…My emotions disappeared along with my hope of getting out of here.

Another year has passed and I feel no different than last year. Nothing. Everything is always different when I'm called by Dr. Knives, a new test or experiment he wants to try out on me. I've grown taller in the last two years. I was only the height of Dr. Knives chest, but now I'm as tall as him. What he's doing to me is weird, he's giving me something new every time I see him. My strength increases a lot when he injects stuff into me. The pain I felt the first time I was beat up by those guys disappeared, when they hit me, I feel nothing. So when they fight me, they looked almost bored. But in my last session with them, I survived about three minutes without getting hit.

My speed is increasing along with my height and strength. But each time they would end up beating me up so much that my face was someone I would never approach.

I really like the Lorien Legacies, so I wanted to do a story about it, but with my own OC but a human, because humans are so much easier to work with, anyway. Tell me what you think.

Thanks for reading! I hope you all have an awesome weekend!

Rilurz~

At the end of this chapter three years passed.