Prologue
"Your name please," the man said with his clipboard in hand.
"June Teara," I answered.
The man wrote down my name in his notes, "Age?"
"14."
"Any family or friends that would remember you?"
"None," I simply remembered, trying not to remember that terrible memory.
He stood up and gestured me to follow him, "We will begin the test soon. Follow me."
I got up from my seat and followed him to a plain white room with nothing but a bed with no sheets or pillows on it. Following his instructions, I lied back unto the bed. Three people with white cloths covering their face entered the room. One of them pushed a rolling table with several syringes filled with purple liquid resting on it. They rested the rolling table right next to the bed I lied on.
"Take off your shirt," one of the masked people instructed me.
I winced slightly at her command in embarrassment, but followed the instruction nonetheless. I slid off my top and lied back down as they checked my body for any signs of complications. A man in a black uniform then walked into the room and whispered something to the man taking notes. He walked over to me and stared down at me.
"Hello Ms. Teara, how are you feeling?" he asked in a fake friendly tone.
"I'm fine sir," I simply replied, knowing that he really didn't care.
"My name is Donald Rent, the man in charge of this operation. I must say it's quite surprising that we got a volunteer for this test. Most people have either never heard of the "Slayer Injection" or are too afraid to offer their lives for it. You have to be one of the firsts," he continued in his fake friendly tone.
"Thank you sir," I said in a monotone voice.
"Stay calm and comfortable. We hope the tests are successful."
He nodded to the people around me and backed away. I stared up at the ceiling in deep thought.
This is it. This is the moment for me to decide. This injection has a high chance of killing me painfully or turning me into a titan slaying human. I have nothing to lose with this except my life, which I honestly don't care for anymore. What will it be: death or power?
I felt a syringe poke at my skin, attempting to push through.
Let's find out.