Secrets of the Biovolt Corporation

by beautifulchaos91

A story like ours should never see daylight. For our past is forbidden, mankind isn't ready for it. Not yet. For we are the freaks of the freak show. Our origins are rather unusual. You see, we were created, not born. We were designed by criminal mastermind Boris Balkov and the Biovolt scientists. We are one of the many secrets of the Biovolt Corporation.

1. Chapter 1: Chastity Fowl

I heard whispers. They became more and more clear by every second.

"Are you sure of this, Boris?", asked strange, cold voice.

"Would bet my life for it", answered familiar voice.

I knew the voice. I had heard it so many times before through my sleep. Thousands of times. It was safe, like a voice of a family member.

"So what is her name?", asked the strange voice impatiently.

A soft chuckle.

"Let us not reveal it just yet" the familiar voice, Boris, said sounding very proud, "hearing her name too early on might be harmful for the process."

There was a long pause that seemed like an eternity.

"She is ready", Boris almost sang, "allow me to introduce you to Chastity Fowl."

I opened my eyes. World was so bright and full of noises. I blinked few times in brightness and allowed my gaze wander around the room. It was more of a hall. There were huge glasstubesand odd machines that let out funny noises. And two men standing there, watching. The one with purple hair and brown eyes smiled at me.

"Don't be afraid, Chastity", he said extending his arm towards me, "come here."

I recognized his voice to be the voice of one called Boris. I looked at him, hesitating. Boris was still holding out his hand, offering it to me.

"My apologies, this must be confusing for you", he said softly.

He looked reliable and friendly when he looked at me. My gaze moved from him to the other man standing further from me, near by heavy looking pair of wooden doors. Then back to Boris. I came to result it was safe to take the offered hand. Boris's grisp was soothing and firm as he led me to the man with long, gray hair and cold gray eyes. He looked rather… elegant.

"Chastity, this Voltaire Hiwatari", Boris said, "he is our patron."

"Pleasure to meet you", I said and gave a small bow – it just felt the right thing to do.

I heard my own voice for the first time ever. It sounded like wind chimes. It made me want to giggle because the sound was so delightful. But Voltaire's stern look made me figure it would have been inapproriate. The gray haired man looked at me like he was trying decide whether I was worthy or not. He let out a sound that sounded something like "hmph" and turned his back on us.

"You should give her some clothes", he said over his shoulder as he was leaving.

With one brisk tug he opened the doors and disappeared. I was left alone in the strange room with Boris, the purple haired man who created me.