AHHHH, a new story! Ok, so this is based off the drawing Hiro Mashima posted on his twitter a while ago. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: Fairy Tail belongs to Hiro Mashima.

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When she woke, she heard voices all around her, speaking to each other in hushed voices. They became clearer as seconds passed, and they no longer sounded like whispers.

They were loud, too loud. She adjusted her hearing, almost on instinct. She could feel things move inside her, scraping against each other as her ears adapted to her environment.

She concentrated on something else because she knew there was more of her than only her ears. Commands travelled through her body in sonic speed, and she felt her fingers twitch.

She heard gasps, then scratches and tapping. The voices became louder, and again she had to fix up her hearing.

"I think it's working."

"Extraordinary," something whispered.

Confusion.

What was extraordinary? What was working? Nothing made absolute sense.

Information, so much information filled her head. Pictures, articles, and videos flashed through her, looking for an answer for her questions. There were so many answers, so many different things that worked and were considered extraordinary.

Nothing matched up. She couldn't choose.

Her insides tightened, causing great discomfort. She couldn't compute.

There was no reliable information. Her questions were too broad.

Something touched her, sending shocks through her body, and before she could do anything about it, her eyes shot open and the arm that was touched grabbed the nearest thing.

There was a bright light right in her face, but she was not bothered. What she had grabbed tried to escape her grip, but her fingers tightened in response.

She could feel something…pleasant.

She wanted to run her hands over it many times, over and over again. Her eyes moved to the side as far as she could, her eye muscles straining to try to get a better look.

A red grid appeared before her, scanning whatever was before her. Large amounts of data went through her mind, searching for an answer.

"Human," she said in a monotone voice. It sounded strange to her. It sounded…different than the whispers from the other humans.

The human before her gasped, "You really do work," and the other humans around her ran to different parts of the room she was in, mumbling to themselves, but she heard them all clearly.

Blinking, she let go of the human and slowly sat up. She could look around the room more easily in this position. The room was white all around, and machines surrounded her, small lights blinking every few seconds.

She looked down at herself, analyzing her body.

Her right hand, the one she had used to grab the human that was still standing next to her, was made up of a combination of metal and flesh. They merged together to form one whole, functioning hand.

She slowly lifted up her left hand, eyes narrowing when she saw that it was only metal. She clenched and unclenched her fists, satisfied that they worked perfectly. Glancing at the human, she saw a purple spot forming on his wrist.

"You are hurt, human," she stated, fascinated by the way the injured area was imprinted by her fingers. "I did that to you."

"You did," he breathed, rubbing his wrist as she continued to stare at it in awe and curiosity.

"Why is that?" she asked, clenching her right hand again, "My grip on you was nothing compared to how hard I can actually squeeze something."

She looked down again and saw how her right leg was entirely made of flesh, yet fifty percent of her left leg was cold metal that matched her skin color. Going up, her abdomen was covered with her original skin, but she knew inside was all machinery.

"You are incredible," she heard, and she immediately stared straight at the human's eyes, "I never thought this could happen. So many tests, but no results."

She tilted her head. "Yet here I am," she stated, shifting her body to the edge of the table she was on. It felt cold underneath her right leg and hand.

The rest of her was numb, feeling nothing as it slid against the smooth surface.

"Yes, here you are."

She placed a bare foot on the clean floor, testing the feel of the surface. Her other metal foot placed itself next to it, allowing her to stand up with ease. Her right leg felt wobbly from the weight, but she would get used to it.

Another human came up to her, wearing the same white coat the person behind her wore. Something was in her hand, and when the human was right in front of her, she handed her what the data had told her was a mirror.

This was an object that humans used to see how they look. Why would they give this to her? She was not a human.

"I do not see the reason as to why I must look at myself. This is an object for humans," she stated, head tilted to the side as she stared at the woman in front of her.

The human laughed, and she couldn't help but save that image in her mind. "It wouldn't hurt to see how you look."

Though she couldn't understand the purpose of looking at herself, she lifted the mirror.

Her face looked human, and brought a hand up to her face to press a finger to her cheek, awed at how the flesh acted the same way as that of a human. She opened her mouth, surprised to see teeth and a tongue, but there was no hole at the back that indicated the pipes where food and air should go.

Closing her mouth, she glanced at her nose. It was small, nothing abnormal. Her eyes, however, were large. They were almost captivating with the way she stared so intensely at herself.

Her irises were of a golden, honey color. She saw little wires on the surface of her irises, faintly glowing blue as she took in the image. Her pupil had contracted from the bright lights of the room, but she couldn't understand why.

She was not like the rest of the humans. Bright lights did not bother her.

She stretched out her mechanical arm, moving her head to see what was supposed to be golden hair picked up in a high ponytail with a metal bow.

"You look beautiful, Lucy."

"Thanks mom, but I'm not feeling it right now."

She dropped the mirror.

This was not data at all. Her system was freaking out as something unknown planted itself in it.

"What's wrong?"

She felt her eyes go in and out of focus for a few seconds.

"I am Lucy," she said, almost as if asking, voice going static as she said the name. The man from before moved to her side, his black hair slightly messed up from what her data told her was lack of sleep.

"That is correct," he smiled at her, the woman behind him picking up the shattered mirror. "And I am Zeref, your creator."

"Creator?" she asked, confused as to why and how he was her creator.

The other humans in the room stopped doing what they were doing before, staring at her.

"Yes, I created you to be the perfect killing machine," his smile widened, red eyes staring right at her. "I created you to win the war."

Conversations from when she was unconscious played in her mind.

"But she's one of them!"

"Shut! It is an opportunity to win the war."

"But all our other test subjects had failed."

"I have faith in her. She's a fighter. I'm sure she won't fail on us."

"But her memories!"

"I'll erase them all. Do not fret."

There was some scraping of metal against metal.

"Now, give me the scalpel. It's time to work."

"I was human once," she stated, staring at the floor as she let the information get put away.

"I saved you from death," said Zeref, his hand coming up to grab her chin. Her forcefully moved her head so that she could stare at him.

Her eyes narrowed, brows furrowed as a sensation of something bad rose up inside of her.

She could not describe such feelings.

"Yet you want me to bring death to other beings," she coldly said, lips pulled into a frown.

Zeref's eyes grew cold, releasing her from his hold.

"Shut her down," he commanded, waving a hand in her direction. "We still have some work to do."

Before she could dwell in what she was feeling, her system shut down, causing the machinery to stop moving as she fell to the floor.

The last thing she saw were black boots in front of her as her eyes closed to see only darkness.

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"Where do you think you're going?"

Natsu stopped in his tracks as he cursed his damn luck. He slowly turned around, a nervous grin on his face as he scratched his head. His cat had stopped a few feet in front of him, but only sat on the floor and yawned.

Damn cat.

"Nothin'," he responded, voice a bit shaky as the redhead before him arched an eyebrow at his strange behavior.

Placing a hand on her hip, she asked almost rhetorically, "You do know that we are not to leave the base after sundown, right?"

Eyes moving to stare at the side, Natsu sighed as he realized that he was not going to be able to get out tonight.

"Yeah yeah," he sighed, walking back towards Erza, letting out a pathetic whimper when she gave him a glare as a warning.

"Next time I catch you trying to sneak out, there will be consequences."

"Aye!" he squeaked before shooting off to his room, his cat running behind him. Once he reached it, he quickly opened the door that had a "DO NOT DISTURB!" sign and shut it hard after letting the feline in.

Letting his backpack fall to the floor, Natsu walked to his bed and fell face first into the cushion. Something pressed onto his face, and the pink haired man chuckled as he felt small feet walk on him.

"Enjoy walking on me, Happy?" he asked, slowly turning around so that the cat could get off him without getting squished.

Happy meowed, rubbing his head on Natsu's leg as he happily purred.

Lying down, the man let out a loud sigh, staring up at the ceiling.

This whole war was getting on his nerves. He couldn't get out of the base without someone with him at all times, he couldn't even sit by one of the large windows that had in their base.

Apparently the enemy could shoot you through the windows, but he didn't care. He strived for adventure. He wanted something different than just sitting around all day and planning what the next moves were going to be.

And it didn't help that their enemies had become very quiet for the past few months. Erza said they were planning to do something big, but Natsu secretly hoped that they were thinking about giving up.

But knowing Tartaros, they won't back down without a fight.

Reaching over Happy, who was curled into a furry ball by his side, Natsu turned off the lamp by the bed. Shifting himself, the man laid on his side and closed his eyes.

Before sleep took over, he could have sworn he heard a voice whisper in his ear in a pleading voice.

"Help me."

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Ok, so I'm done with this chapter! I really hope you liked it. I'll try to be consistent with the chapters, but I have to update my other story, so it might take a while. I luckily have break, but I can't promise anything. So ya.

Anyway, I would really appreciate if you left a review! I'm curious to know what you all think.

Bye! :)