The cold stone floor shook with vibrations as the plan to liberate this mad facility unfolded. A month ago, I recieved intelligence of a facility in Canada. The year is 1969 I feel that the time for heroes is coming to an end. But with our inevitable end, countries want to have heroes of their own to fight for them. The main problem with the engineering development of heroes is that they are using dangerous people. Criminals. At least they were two years ago from what the files I decrypted said. Now, they only use pronouns to detail their experiments. I found their facility regardless.
Armed with only twenty guards and automated guns, it wasnt hard to infiltrate. As the gun fire ceased with the fall of the last guard I first found a laboratory. the floors dirty and slick with grime. dinly lit except for the operation light over an empty operation chair. The cabinets were ajar and empty. The facility must have been in the process of vacating for the past few days. That explains the few guards and the non vacancy of people.
Regardless, I moved through each floor that had three labs each and empty offices. But it was the basement that held what I came for. Who I came to save. I could hear breathing as I approached what looked like old jail cells. In these cells were bodies. bodies of...
"Children."
They were dressed in rags. Blatantly malnourished and fragile. All of them dead. Their eyes and faces looked pained, tired, and scared. This evil must be stopped. Justice must be brought. I do hear breathing though. Further from the cells with the dead children. Hastily, I bring myself to the cell furthest from the dead innocents. There on the cold stine floor lay a limp but breathing girl.
"Nite Owl! I found a survivor! Get down here and help me get her out!"
1970* Watchmen Meeting
A young looking man stood in costume in front of everyone, who was also in costume except for me, as he pointed to his designs and maps.
"The world is falling apart and it needs us to save it. We've all had our run-ins with bad guys but we need good leadership to-"
But he was cut off by an obviously disgruntled and much older man. The Comedian.
"And I'm guessing you think you should lead. Your little plan will do nothing boy. Many have tried to save the world before you and failed. This is all a bunch of bull-"
My temper flared and I stood in front of the man who towered above me without fear.
"I want to hear what that man has to say Comedian and to be honest, you aren't even funny. So, I recommend you sit down so that we can hear the rest of his plan or I make you sit so we can hear the rest of his plan."
Everyone in the room was silent in shock. The man who was presenting looked at me with approval before looking irritable when the Comedian burst into laughter.
"HAHAHAHA. And what can a child like you do to me? Nite Owl and Rorschach found you in some half baked facility broken and bleeding. What can you do to me that you couldn't to your captures?"
A small smile graced my innocent features as I easily replied,
"I'm fourteen, Mister. And what makes you think I never did anything to them?"
To prove how serious I was I let loose a tiny bit of my powers. My pupils grew to cover my eyes in black as I still smiled up at the Comedian and I lifted a hand and flicked two fingers in his direction. Immediately the man was sent flying into his seat and his laughter was long gone. Dr. Manhattan looked at me with such interest then.
"Are you from the facilities that were trying to create beings like me?"
My eyes reverted to normal and I turned to him,
"Yes sir. And they weren't exactly trying to recreate you. They wanted people with powers to go against America's heroes. They were succeeding to. But at the thought of being caught experimenting on unwilling children, they were willing to terminate all of their progress. I am the only one who survived the gas so I'd say I'm the success they didn't plan on."
Wonder was evident on his face as he then asked,
"And to what country were they intending to send you to?"
"The highest bidder. So, most likely either Russia or China...maybe even Japan. I've always wanted to visit Japan again though, but those days are long gone."
The meeting ended shortly after as all was mostly said and done. However, the man who had been presenting walked up to me as everyone prepared to leave. I was sitting in an arm chair and he kneeled in front of me with a gentle smile.
"Hello. My name is Adrian Veidt, my hero name is Ozymandias. No seems to know yours, may I ask what your name is?"
Swinging my feet lightly, I gave a polite smile and looked Mr. Veidt in his extremely focused eyes,
"My family named me Nancy Yule Cerwin. But they sold me away and I was betrayed so call me Bella. Bella Cleo. Once I've earned my hero status, my name will be Bastet. Like the Egyptian goddess."
He smiled at me widely then,
"You share a fondness for Ancient Gods and Goddesses as well then. My interests lie with the Greeks though."
"They say you are the smartest man alive. I really want to hear your plan. If it prevents other children going through everything went through and saw, I'm willing to do whatever it takes."
Mr. Veidt gave me a grave look,
"Whatever it takes is a very determinative thing to say."
"I'm fourteen. If you've seen the things I've seen...before and during my experimentation... you'd be just as willing."
"Well, part of my plan Miss Cleo is to market the heroes and play it smart. I've already worked out the numbers and strategy. The world needs heroes but we can't be heroes all the time. We need aliases. We need protection for when it isn't safe to be out their with our masks."
"But you don't wear a mask. You wear a band around your head and your face stands out."
He chuckled,
"Yes, I am easily recognized. But no one knows who you are and leta keep it that way. Join me. Rorschach lives anywhere, Nite Owl has his privacy. I doubt Dr. Manhattan or the Comedian would be good company to grow up and train with. Vivian, I am offering you not only a home, but training and safety. You just might be the key to saving the world."