KEY:
-Regular Narration
-Thoughts
-(Subconscious)
An explosion.
That was the sensation that greeted the opening of her eyes.
The heat scorched her fresh, new skin. The toxic air burned her lungs. The chaos that surrounded her tore through her ears. The flames danced and twisted through the air, as if trying to seduce the sky with its sensual ballet.
(What is this?)Fascination was her reaction to such devastation. The horrid beauty of a decimated laboratory entranced her. The screams that permeated through the air filled her with contentment.
Huddled inside her demolished capsule, she watched the place of her creation crumble, her creators burn to ashes, the destruction of the only life she knew. The people that constructed her artificial body; the monsters who had used her as a mere science experiment; the demons, who had forced a purposeless life on her, were finally suffering for their cruel actions.
An innocently satisfied smile writhed into existence on her young face. "You got what you deserved, ne? How are you enjoying the fruits of your labor?"
The last tortured shriek of a dying researcher was her reply.
An innocuous giggle passed her lips. "You do not like it? Perhaps this is an insufficient reward for your hard work, no? This can be easily resolved, ne?"
She leapt out of her capsule and landed roughly on her feet. Not too used to my new limbs, I suppose. She slowly marched over to that last, pitiful scientist, enjoying his fearful attempts to escape her wrath. Putting two fingers on his bloodied forehead, she sent a lethal amount of chakra into his system. Chakra… They tried so hard to make me inhuman. Did they not think that maybe, just maybe, I would have lashed out at them for their abuse?
(Why does this feel so familiar?)
She watched the pathetic man crumble under the force of her power. His forehead imploded with the strength of her unnatural energy. He gave one last pained whimper and moved no more. "That is better, yes?"
Only the crackling of the flames cuts through the silence.
Smirking at the twitching corpse, she observed with morbid interest as the electric green sparks of her chakra jumped and wound around the body, the only body that was left intact and untouched by the raging fires. Her interest soon morphed into childlike curiosity. Does this man have RED hair? Insane emerald eyes twinkled as she squat down beside the body and took a lock of bright red hair into her small hand.
Curious... A human with crimson hair... Is it dyed?
As far as she knew, the only natural hair colors for humans were black, brown, and yellow. What could this be then?
Channeling her chakra into her other, unoccupied hand, she scanned the cells of a strand of hair, delving into his DNA to see if the genetic code of this man's hair produced red pigments. To her fascination, his hair was just a lighter shade of auburn. It was so vivid and bright that it only looked red. What about his eyes? What color could they be?
Lifting up an eyelid, she happily discovered that the color of his eye was almost identical to his hair.
Cruel and abusive as they may be, the genetic codes that dictate human structures and coloration are amazing! Lifting a dainty hand to feel her own knee-length hair, she absently twisted the silken pink locks. What was she? She couldn't be an ordinary human; her unnatural strength and power separated her from the rest of the race. Her pink hair and jade eyes were even more obvious indicators of a different species.
Tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, she discovered another anomaly, pointed ears. She distinctly recalled a time before her eyes had been fully formed. She remembered hearing a few scientists panic over a small flaw, a possible mistake made while generating her DNA code or something. She hadn't thought much of it then (not that she had really been much thinking at all at the point, as her brain was not fully developed yet), but she could guess that the elfin ears were not intentional.
Sighing with exhaustion and irritation, she ambled back to the broken capsule that had housed her over the last few years. Once filled with an obnoxious orange liquid, the glass of the container burst open when she finally unleashed her fury. The orange liquid was gone now, and the multiple tubes and wires that had been attached to her body to monitor her bodily functions and provide nourishment now hung limp and useless against the shattered glass. Glaring hatefully at her prison, she pointed a finger at its remains and shot a small, explosive ball of chakra. She watched with pleasure as the capsule vaporized and dissolved into dust.
(This satisfaction... This is not the first time I...?)
Turning towards the ocean, she left the destruction of the laboratory and walked towards the edge of the cliff. The small, ocean-locked facility on the craggy island would mean a total absence of possibility for escape for a human. The lab had heavy security surrounding its perimeter to prevent the test subjects and lab creations from breaking out. The lab itself was an impossible maze of halls and corridors with doors that required special identification to enter and leave. If by some miracle a human managed to get away, the rocky and perilous terrain of the island would guarantee instant death or capture.
But she was no ordinary human. The sharp, jagged rocks on the cliff side meant nothing to her. The angry, murderous stones that rose above the violent ocean current did not faze her. Her highly developed body would not break so easily. Eyeing the thousand foot drop into the water, she drew a deep breath. Throwing all caution to the wind, she leapt off the crumbling edge of the dusty cliff.
She would live the life that had the scientists had taken from her. Her creation had only ever meant a shallow success in finding to secret to creating life. They never would have released her from their corrupt grasp.
She would experience the freedom she knew existed outside her small world.
She would survive.
And then suddenly...
The clash of frigid water against her naked skin.
The pain of landing head first into the icy ocean.
The indifference she felt when she found that she couldn't move.
She knew that the fall would have killed a human instantly. Her eyes gazed up towards the surface. The sunlight was broken into little shards by the churning waters. The blue of the water mixed with the little glass crystals of light gave her a cold, happy feeling. The natural beauty of the earth was hidden from her behind walls upon walls of machinery, chemicals, and torture devices. Even as she descended lower and lower into the depths of the sea, she found that she didn't particularly mind the fact the she was at risk of drowning.
She wasn't dead yet at least.
She would find a way to survive this first trial.
Her vision began to darken. The lack of air was getting to her. Human or not, she still had to breathe.
Pushing her chakra through her legs, she forced them to cooperate with her. They will move, and she will live.
Kicking as fiercely as she could, she sped upwards toward the surface.
When she finally broke through the surface of the chaotic waters, her lungs rejoiced as sweet air replaced the salty water she had swallowed. Sputtering and coughing, she searched for something to cling to for support.
There!
A metallic glint of a damaged specimen container floated just above the water, swaying this way and that with the waves.
Eagerly, she swam to it. As much as she despised such capsules, she knew she would need it to brave the crushing waves of the brutal waters. Tired from her excessive chakra use, she climbed inside, her limbs feeling numb with cold and her long hair heavy with water. She let the warmth of the sun ease the numbness of her nude form and felt her eyelids droop.
The last thing she saw before passing out was the wonderful brightness of the sun she never thought she would meet, and a beautiful column of black smoke rising from the destroyed ruins of the prison she never thought she would escape.
(What is this feeling? Why is this so familiar?)
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