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Hello everyone. This is my very first fanfiction. I have been reading these for about 6 years now, but I could never muster up the courage to actually write my own. So, with out further ado here is Number 9 the prelude.

I hold no ownership of anything except Olivia Neveah (Number 9, She-Beast).

"So, let me get this straight. You want me to help you create a human cyborg- no let me rephrase- an ALIEN Cyborg so that way when the Chitari,who are aliens mind you, attack again you can release it to destroy said opposing army?" questioned Tony. He has heard Fury say some pretty ridiculous things before but this one was, lack for better words, really fucking far-fetched. Fury called Tony out to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Base way out in the Middle of Nowhere, Louisiana District 4 on a Friday night just so Fury could try to get Tony to create another Arc Reactor to infuse in an Alien who apparently crash landed in the middle of the Gulf Coast and has been put in their looney bin one too many times.

Fury only nodded his head in response. Fury was in no mood for Mr. Starks criticisms considering the She-Beast tried to destroy his whole operation due to the fact she was too afraid to give blood 3 weeks ago. Fury is still trying to clean her mess. Tony stared at Fury for a moment before curiosity set it.

"Let me meet Number 9."

Just as Fury was about to give Tony access to see Number 9 a silent alarm was issued. So here he stood in front of Number 9's room, ready to battle the She-Beast in his full battle gear.

Scream. That's all I could do. I watched as he cut into my boney legs. What was going on? Why am I being tortured? Who is this man taking my life one cut at a time? So many questions to ask, but no one to listen long enough to answer them. Of course I had to land on the one planet that can't speak my tongue. I was broken. I have been beaten into submission for any time that I showed a small hint of me wanting to leave here. They inserted sewing needles all over my body and laughed as I thrashed around attempting to remove them while I lay in a small bed of cotton and covers. They even covered me with a "shirt" (as they put it) that would not allow me to move my arms as they tossed me into a soft, white room and left me there for... well... I'm not sure how long. But of any torture they had showed me, the worst torture they had for me was the light torture. My luck would never be as good as I could hope. Any courage I showed up until this point completely left me.

The man dressed in white began to move his finger around in the freshly created wound. It was a pain that I could never forget. My heart stopped dead in its pumping while my body went rigid, a white hot pain shot through me, and my scream became lodged in my throat. I was so close to fading into the blackness until the man pulled away from me. He either had pity for me (which is highly unlikely) or he thought me dead.

I painfully opened my eyes. I am currently in my room made of metal. The lights flickering on and off which were severely harsh on my eyes, but nothing compared to the shutters that were on the ceiling letting the light flow from outside in. Various torture equipment everywhere. I was all alone in this room except for this man who is now running fine pieces of metal into the incision he created in my calf. I screamed. I screamed bloody murder and didn't care who heard it. The pain was so horrid that I accidentally broke one of the straps holding me up.

In a fit of sheer panic the man hit the silent alarm under the desk, but not before he opened the shutters letting the light pour down onto me. I screamed until my lungs gave out... and my conscience.

Tony was needless to say completely and utterly baffled at the sight before him. In front of him was a beautiful black beast...well she could be beautiful if her ribs weren't showing, and the fact that she was covered in some sort of liquid chrome... that seemed to be oozing from her opened wounds that were getting worse...from the sun hitting it?

"Close the shutters and get her down from there!" Yelled Tony. Fury willing closed the shutters but didn't let her down.

"This beast is the reason why half of my facilities is in repair!" Barked Fury.

"I'll give you even more reason to need repair if you don't get her down." Tony whispered in a deathly low voice. Tony wasn't so much for seriousness, but he would be damned if he was going to let an innocent woman be tortured no matter how crazy they were. By the looks of it they never even put her under for surgery!

"Is that a threat Mr. Stark?"

"No it's a guarantee."

Fury heaved a heavy sigh. He took the unconscious woman from the chains and ordered to lingering shield agents to bring her to her cell and bring in a doctor to make sure she will live. That bothered Tony. Fury didn't say to see if she is ok, he said just to make sure she is alive. He continued to observe her after they entered her living chambers. She had long black hair that reached below her ass. Upon closer inspection of her hair he noted how the very tips of her hair seemed like they were fiber optic lights that have simply been shut off because of no power. Come to think of it now...she was naked but you couldn't tell over her enormous hair. Her frail petite body was hiding underneath all of it. He walked closer to Number 9 to inspect her skin. It was blacker than the sky itself with little seemingly transparent tribal looking designs and stars on her skin. He tilted her head up to get a better look at her eyes. Those were puzzle pieces themselves. There was no white in her eyes. They glowed a dim black which was interesting because he has never seen black and emptiness glow. She had long nails..no . While her hands looked that of a human, her nails were long, red, and intimidating. Her ears were pointy at the tip giving her an elfish look that matched her jaw structure. Lastly but definitely not unnoticed was she had horns like a Ram. They were a dark brown with what you could assume to be jewelry hanging off them. She was horrifyingly beautiful. He was curious now and furious when he looked down to her legs.

The doctor had been trying to create a cyborg before tony had even came into the picture. Wires were hooked up to machines that checked reflexes. And half of her leg had already been plated with lutetium.

Fury then began to walk out the room. He made it to the doorway before he heard Tony clearing his throat awaiting an explanation. Once again Fury sighed and turned to face Tony.

"How's about a drink?"

Tony entered into Fury's office and watched as he began to pour to glasses filled to the brim with scotch. Fury pulled up a screen on his desktop revealing a very beautiful girl with red hair that seemed to be glowing under the light. Her eyes were as green as untouched grass. She had awfully white skin though. Too white. Comparing her skin to printer paper would do her no justice. She needed a good 15 minutes at the tanning salon give or take a few hours. But what was even more shocking than the photo was the name of the person in the photo...Number 9.

"That's number 9?" Questioned Tony."She can change her form?"

As it turns out Number 9 crash landed in Cocodrie, Louisiana next to Lumcon, a marine biologist research center, where they reported a "red-headed beauty" to the police for being naked, alone, and speaking in tongues (clearly not understanding what Number 9 was saying). It soon got to shield that they had an unexpected visitor. When Natasha, Clint, and Fury showed up to the police station the following day she damn near fainted in the light. They tried giving her a check up which resulted in half the base to be destroyed. It was the first time they ever seen her turn into the beast Tony just saw.

They had to put her in straight jackets constantly because she would run wild with her horned head getting her into all kinds of trouble. Tony knew why she was transforming, she didn't want to be hear and she feared the unknown. She knows nothing of our methods and our science. So basically because of her not giving into the unknown, they will turn her into a cyborg for many wars to come.

3 DAYS LATER

It was a beautiful night outside District 4. You could see all the stars over the field and the full moon just added the the glorious glow. The shield operatives though truly started to detest misquotes. But just when they thought that misquotes would be the worst part of the night...BOOM!

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