This is my first attempt at righting a fanfic. i decided to do an Envy/OC one because there were not enough! the prologue will be pretty disjointed because i'm trying to cram all the information into one chapter so next chapter can be the proper story. I PROMISE ENVY NEXT CHAPTER! hope you enjoy. please read and review.

The reason I go on, in this captivity, eternally, if you raise your voice and call for me I will find you, my dear!
and I will be sure to set you free from this ensnaring curse

You are the reason that I live, in sweet captivity, so painfully
and I swear you'll never be alone
When you're lost "here"I am... "forever" with your soul (paper moon)

Prologue

"Sir!" a women burst into the basement laboratory. The man she was addressing looked up from his research and glared at the young women. She gulped and tried to fight her fear, she knew all too well that the man in front of her was brilliant but also insane, she'd heard too many stories of what he did to researchers who angered him.

"You don't have clearance to be here" he stated and then with a single motion of his hand security guards began to close in on her. She looked around in fright.

"Please sir, we'vehadsuccessintheembryoticge neticalterationsector!" she cryed out, her words running together and her voice becoming painfully high. With another movement of his hand the guards began to retreat, the professor was now looking up from his research, interest and a hunger for the knowledge danced through his eyes.

"Please go on." He said and gestured for her to sit.

"Two have developed past the blastocyst stage, they've formed healthy zygotes and we believe that if they are implanted now they will continue development. They are R.B5 and R.B16" she tried desperately to keep her voice from shaking. She wanted to show him that she wasn't afraid.

"so, they are both from the same donor… how interesting, we can presume that this…" the girl looked down at her notes

"Rozza Black is the donors name, sir."

"that this Rozza has specific genetic traits which allow for growth in red water solution, find this women and insure that she has incentive to continue being part of our research and contributing to our cause." He ordered the young women.

"yes sir." She got up from her seat and made a dash for the exit, unable to resist the urge to get out of his presence as quickly as possible.

"oh and I hope you realise that it would be a very bad thing for your welfare if these experiments don't turn out how you predicted." He stated with a sickening smile on his face. The girl started to shake, abandoning all attempts at portraying an illusion of bravery she ran out of the laboratory and swore to never go back there again.

Meanwhile the doctor was still grinning, he was incapable of whipping the smirk off his face. Finally he'd had success. Number 5 and number 16 you could indeed prove to be the break through we've needed to obliterate this accursed military.

6 yrs later

Why did everything hurt? She didn't understand. The pain that racket her body was unparallel, the doctors had gotten so exasperated at her at her lack of progress they had decided to attack and experiment on her until she either developed an ability that justified keeping her alive or she died. But someone had stopped them, they had said she was a special specimen, too valuable to dispose of. But I can help but wondering if his intervention was a blessing or a curse, would it just be better to be disposed of than to live out this painful, pointless existence?

Tears welled up in the young, white haired girl's eyes. Threatening to spill over in a torrent of raging emotions. SLAP. She felt a sharp impact on her cheek, which left it red and stinging. The white haired girl looked up in shock to find an extremely pissed of No. 5 standing over her. "Don't you dare cry" I manage to node my head vigorously, always agree with people who are stronger than you, then they are less likely to hurt you, as much. No. 5, my cell mate and the pride of our creators. Identical to me in very way, expect for her blood red hair and eyes and of course the collar around her neck says 5.

Unable to look away, I just stare at her in shock, she'd never hit me before. Her expression was, as always, a mask of hatred and anger. But much to my surprise it slowly melted from her face, she sighed and knelt down next to me. Our faces mere inches apart and she harshly whispers at me "never cry, because that will accomplish nothing. It'll only make you look weaker. Besides you have no reason to cry because you are never going to be alone. I'll always be with you and I'll try my best to save you from any pain, you just have to promise to do the same for me." A small smile lit up my features. "You are all I have, no matter what happens or wear we go we will always return to each other." I reply.

"Pinky promise?" I ask tentatively. The two girls slowly extend their hands and sealed their promise to one another. The injured girl soon fell asleep in the red heads arms.

... 2 months later...

I lie panting on the floor, white hair splayed out around me, decoloured with blood and sweat. My whole body was shaking. I look at the metallic form before me, it's easily three time my size. Red, electronic eyes glow at me, unfeeling, robotic, a mere puppet just like me. Every action controlled by someone else. But I haven't even managed to make a dent on it. I look at No. 5, she's made a considerable mark on her opponent, it's chest is caved in, it's missing an arm and it's covered in an assortment of scratches. I watch her attack, the movements all flow together with what has been described as inhuman strength, speed and stamina. Animalistic furry raged in her eyes, her blood red hair swayed with her movement, it was mesmerising.

"ahhhhh." An exasperated sigh comes from the observation stand. "No.16 is so pathetic." Other voices joined in in approval of this statement. "It isn't showing any signs of ability of prowess, in fact it's possibly more uncoordinated than a human child." Chimed in another voice.

"We should probably dispose of it and concentrate all of our resources on the successful specimen." Murmurs of agreement rippled through the doctors. My breathing hitched, I didn't want to be disposed of, what would no.5 do without me, I couldn't leave her here alone, not after all she has done for me.

"Now, now, let's not be rash" came a soothing male voice. I recognised it to well, the director. "You forget the No.16 is the only successful test subject who didn't kill the mother during the birthing process, so it is necessary to perform more experiments and isolate the variable that caused this. Plus if we want No.5 to take part in missions for us we have to give it some incentive to come back." None of the doctors objected, they knew that his ideas when final and accepted his plan unquestioningly.

...1 yr later...

I hate cells, they are dark and cold. The bars let you see the world outside, teasing and taunting you because you can never reach it. And I'm all alone; I have to fight off the fear by myself. No.5 gets to see the outside world now, she is sent on missions, from what I can gather it usually involves assassination of high ranked officers from the military. She's been gone for longer than ever before this time, but I know she'll come back, she made a promise so she will defiantly return. And when she does she'll tell me stories about the outside world, like one about flowers and market places. I can kind of experience them through her. I just have to endure the experiments that the doctors carry out on me. They would never waste antistatic on me, I'm fully awake when they cut me open, take tissue samples, marrow sample and perform all types of recordings on my bodies reaction to stimuli.

The pain is immense, but if I draw deep enough into my conscious then I can escape the pain, put on a mask of apathy, unmoving no matter what they do. I will never cry, because I promised I wouldn't, like I'd give them the satisfaction of letting them see my tears.

...2 days ago...

No. 5 pov

All throughout my mission I'd experienced seizures where i fall to the ground and shake uncontrollably. I don't know why, my physical fitness and power had only increased, I'd never had any negative side effects before. I had been unable to cover my tracks because of the constant pain that threatened to explode out of my body and the burns I had received from that accursed flame alchemist which were really affecting my mobility and stamina. The attacks had been steadily getting worse, a painful crescendo that ultimately lead up to the current seizure, which was the worst by far. Just ten meters for the research facility I had collapsed again. A figure walked out and stood over me, the director, he shook his head in disappointment.

"it's too late, the power has become too much for such a frail, human body. The vessel simply isn't strong enough to contain it. Pity, it had progressed so far." And with that he turned and walked back into the building, leaving the red haired girl shaking on the floor until the last traces of light faded from her body and all movement ceased.

No.16 POV (back to current time)

BOOM. I hear a crash coming from the front section of laboratory. Dust from what I'm presuming was a broken wall and the smell of smoke filtered into my cell. Chaos breaks loose in the usually extremely orderly sector. Shouts, gun fire and screams are all around. I watch as staff stream passed my cell armed with guns and swords only to by efficiently shot down by an obviously powerful enemy.

One of the doctors fumbles with the keys at my door, she unlocks it and steps inside. Under her breath I hear her muttering. "fucking military, how the fuck did they find us. When I find out who sold us out I'll kill them. But I mustn't let the military get their hands on our research" she raises her eyes to look at me, the malicious look in her eyes forced me to unintentionally let out a small whimper. She raises the gun to my head. But just at that moment a military patrol rounded the corner, bring them face to face with us.

"Lower your gun." Commanded the man at the front, he was obviously the leader.

"If you move I'll shoot" she warned them. The young girl locked eyes with him, begging him to move on, to allow her to live. He hoped that she survived this. Her physical appearance was almost identical to the assassin whose tracks had led them here. But her eyes were not filled with malice like the red heads were. They just showed fear and a strong will to live.

With a snap of his fingers the older lady in the lab coat burst into flames but not before she managed to pull the trigger, the bullet went straight through the young girls head. Her blood decorated the wall behind her and was now pooling on the floor. He walked up to the body and noticed that she was covered in scares and was labelled as No.16, he figured that they must have been experimenting on her. His lip curled up in disgust. At least for someone who had led such a painful life, they had been granted a painless death. He then stood up and continued his raid of the laboratory.

Directors POV

The military! That accursed, dictating, bloodthirsty excuse for a governing body. They have the audacity to think that they could come in here. Steal my technology, take my research from underneath me. Take my precious specimens away from their creator and their designated purpose. NO! I won't let them. The military will never get my research. I'll destroy it all, take out everything and everyone, someone else will continue my work. I'll die a happy man as long as I get to kill some military dogs before I die. Yes, those idiotic soldiers, their blood will be spilt today.

"hahahHAHAHAHAHA." A psychotic laughter escaped his lips, escalating into a screeching cackle. His eyes no longer showed any reminisce of sanity. He had completely evolved into a mad man. "goodbye everyone!" he screams has he slams his fist into a large red button.

CABOOM!

He'd blown up the whole facility, along with everyone in it, including himself. I'm a martyr, no death has been more significant than mine, not a single thing shall survive from this labratory, the military will get nothing but death from my lab he thought to himself. Those where the last thoughts to every pass through his psychotically brilliant brain. It's a shame that they were incorrect.

At this time a dazed white haired girl slowly stood up from amongst the debris. She staggered slowly through the destroyed remains of her former prison. Struggling to escape the apocalyptic scene that she was currently a part of. Desperate to reach freedom.

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