Number 657 didn't seem like a suitable name for any human being. But 657 wasn't a normal being. Born in the high tech labs of the Black Doom, 657 was what some would call a lab rat. 657 was no rat, mind you, she was a raven, but her correct animal species mattered not to the Black Doom. Oh no, she was just a number to him. An expendable life. 657 didn't appreciate that.

657, like the rest of creatures the Doom made, was taught that the Black Doom was great, the Black Doom was good. The Black Doom gave you life, love him for it. And like any lapdog eager for praise, 657 had followed the Black Doom and did everything he said. So naïve, she should have known better. But hindsight is 20/20; it didn't change anything now, anyway.

Her life changed on a mission to retrieve data on the Space Colony Ark. However, upon arrival she and the rest of the Doom's group was ambushed by the humans. Dealing with the mortals was easy, but then something else came. It was like a blue wind. There was also a black blur. No matter how many bullets she pumped into him, he kept standing. Everything happened so fast, too. She only remembers so much from that night, the hedgehogs, the red logo that read G.U.N., and the dying screams of her comrades. She came back to the Black Doom barely alive and empty handed. She had expected his sympathy, but he was instead furious. 657 couldn't believe the way he yelled and shouted. She asked what he was going to do, he said he'd replace them. 657's brothers and sisters, her blood. That's when she came to the conclusion that the Black Doom didn't care. That's when her plan was devised.

That night she went to the Black Doom. He was asleep. So she took a grenade, put it next to his head, left his quarters and closed the door behind her. Then she went to the engine room of Doom's space station and filled it to the brim with explosives. She proceeded to get in an escape pod, wait until she was a good distance away, and press the detonate button. Then she set the coordinates to the G.U.N. headquarters, and is now readying to make her mark.

The G.U.N. security agent didn't notice the approaching creature at first. It was dark and it was small. However, as it approached, he could make out the definite shape. When it got in his light he asked the first question.

"Identify yourself!" Her only response was silence.

"What is your business here?" This time she pulled up a gun. The poor guard's last move was him pressing the security button.

657 had made it closer to the heart of the base, and with every turn she made down the long hallways about twenty-five men fell to her trigger finger. As she started down another hallway, multiple bursts of gunshots drove her back and behind cover.

"Damn," she muttered, but like all wounds, the tiny red holes in her skin quickly disappeared. Then she heard one of the humans shout.

"Charge 'er!"

657 raised her guns and every single mortal dropped down and joined with the slowly spreading pool of blood. When the last one was gone she continued down the hall, her goal now in sight.

Commander Thomas Daniels was not one to get nervous. As the leader of G.U.N., he had faced what he believed much worse than the intruder that currently terrorized G.U.N. personnel. However, he wasn't sure. One of the trespasser's first moves was to cut off power. None of the security monitors worked, so all he knew about the perpetrator was that he had a gun, and he knew how to use it.

Daniels released his gun's safety. He could hear him now that the shots had stopped, and he was getting closer. He said a quick prayer, not like he was religious, but he was starting to hope there was a God. The footsteps stopped outside his office door. Daniels ducked behind his desk, his only cover. His eyes fleetingly locked on a picture of his family on his desk. His wife and two daughters smiled at him, totally ignorant of the danger outside his door. He closed his eyes and prayed one more time. He prayed to see his family again.

657 didn't even bother to check if the door was locked. She just attempted to kick it down, but it held strong. She tried again, but failure was all that awaited her. Her target was behind the door. She couldn't give up. Not now.

She stepped back and charged the door. This time her hard work was rewarded. The door gave a little. 657 gave the last obstacle a kick, and it flew open, revealing what would look like an empty office. She knew better. She approached the desk in the corner. It was the only place to hide, so it was most likely inhabited by her first target.

This was when Daniels flew out from behind his cover, firing rounds into the creature in front of him. With a quick cry, 657 dived down and at Daniels feet. Her momentum brought the commander tumbling face down. His attacker took this quick moment of confusion to catch her breath and wait for her wounds to heal like they naturally do. The grounded Daniels aiming at her head interrupted her break. Without thinking, she took her own gun and fired three shots in his general direction. One hit his right hand and caused him to drop his only weapon. 657 wasted no time in kicking his accursed gun away from the commander. She then aimed her own at his head.

"What do want," Daniels breathed through the pain in his hand.

"Commander, you don't remember?" 657 asked with false innocence.

It took Daniels but a second to place his soon to be killer at the Space Colony Ark. He was there with Shadow and Sonic, two of G.U.N.'s top agents, and they were destroying one of Doom's teams. She was there, but she died with the rest of her group. He was sure of it. He would've sworn that each member was laying slain when he and his followers made their exits. Yet here she was. A living ghost.

"You're supposed to be dead!"

"Yeah," she said, a sickening smile leaking on her lips, "but sometimes things don't go as they're supposed to."

She raised the gun to meet his head. Once again he looked at his picture. Her eyes followed his.

"Look at that," she said mockingly, "the murderer's got a family."

"I'd be ruining their lives if I shot you, won't I?" she said, her face showing the thought brewing in her mind. Was it worth it?

"Yes," Daniels was running out of options, but he knew if she felt anything at all, she wouldn't kill him, a man with a family, "Let me go, I won't arrest you, I won't kill you, I'll let you go. Please, you don't need to do this. You may hate me but they haven't done anything to you, don't hurt them by killing me."

She thought about it.

"I don't care about them," she said mercilessly as she pulled the trigger.