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Kick... punch... duck... knee... kick... elbow... punch...
My mouth and throat were dry, my labored breathing echoed of the metal walls of the dim room. I was powerless in the dark. Beads of sweat rolled down my forehead and into my eyes as my mind strained to concentrate on keeping up with the the precise, quick movements of the robot.
Come on, you can do this.
The white hospital clothes from the were already stained scarlet with the blood that was seeping out of the open wounds. It was overwhelming, the pain was searing, burning into me. I was on the verge of giving up...but, see, I don't just give up, I fight 'till the end, that's how I survive.
My breathing was coming in short spurts, black spots began to cloud my vision as the oxygen to my brain was cut off. I could feel my body stop to regain my balance.
The Robot took advantage of my temporary blackout, and it swung it's deadly razor claw into my face, creating deep gashes that immediately started bleeding. I stumbled to the ground. Just stay alive. Just keep fighting. I ignored the pain and got back up. I was not going down that easy.
The machine's red, soulless eyes were the only indicator of where it was. They followed my every move as I circled around it. The pain I had felt moments ago was shut down, I wouldn't let it get in the way of me and my life, I was going to come out of here... very much alive.
The robot stopped moving. What...? Then lightning fast, before I had even finished my thought, it swung it's leg into the backs of mine. My knees buckled, and my heart nearly stopped beating. This was it.
Before I touched the ground it had grabbed my wrists in an iron grip. The sheer strength of the machines grip caused my wrist joints to cave in...and snap. Ow, I thought weakly. I strenuously lifted my head to look it in the eyes. They were cold and emotionless. It didn't have a soul, it couldn't feel remorse or regret for hurting me, it didn't care. Then I knew, this was how my existence was going to be defined for the rest of my life. I felt obligated to say something that should have been said a long time ago.
"You son of a bitch." I said shaking my head, almost smiling through the pain and suffering that surrounded me, had me wandering through the terrifying darkness alone.
I'm toast.
It automatically reacted to my voice. The bone-crushing grip tightened, and I was lifted of the ground. Everything went in slow motion, I knew what was happening and I could almost feel what was coming. Then everything sped back up as I slammed painfully into the reinforced metal wall.
Ouch.
I slid down the wall and slumped on the cold metal floor. My eyes had glazed over and I stared blankly up at the hard red eyes of the robot. My body was caving under the weight of the pain, I was so close to breaking, so close to the end I could see it.
This was my sole purpose to them. I was twisted, bended and tortured to the very end. They told me that this was for the greater good, for the future of mankind, but what good could come out of this? What good could possibly come out of the blood shed and the endless days without food. It was pure agony to watch others die alongside me, endlessly imagining what it would have been like to be normal. But I wasn't normal. I could never be normal.
I weakly watched as the red eyes of the robot flickered off and the machine shut down. I was on red alert. Oh, you thought it was over? That this was the end, and we can all go home? Well, then I've got a surprise for you. This is far from over.
Everything went dark, cold and pitch black. The type of darkness that disabled all of my defenses and had me most exposed.
Hi. My name is Ultraviolet. You can call me Violet. Welcome to my life.
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