Not So Perfect

by BookLover904

Amelia Greyhart, is what i call myself. I'm differant, I was made, not born. I was suppost to be the perfect soldier, and I was, except for one thing... So they locked me up. Who's they? The creators of course.

1. Chapter 1

-Prologue-

Amelia Greyhart. That's what I call myself. It's simple and beautiful, the opposite of me. I may be beautiful, but I was anything but simple. My DNA was warped. Unnatural.

Wrong.

I hadn't wished for this, so why punish me? No, they weren't punishing me. They simply didn't know what to do with me. When I was made, I was perfect. Or so they thought. What they had aimed for was the perfect warrior.

They got me.

When I was still a little child they ran me through all the tests. All of which I passed with flying colors. I could run for hours without tiring, I could lift up to 150 pounds with one arm, I could hear, smell, and see from many miles away. In the dark I could see 20/20, every detail. They taught me how to fight and how to defend myself. I could go weeks without food or water and could withstand hours of torture on end. My brain didn't need sleep, even though it got uncomfortable at times. I was perfect.

So why am I here? Locked away in a cell?

Well you see, the perfect warrior didn't have emotions, couldn't feel.

But I do.