Ug…I'm burning up…Am I still falling?

Jet could feel the sweat travel down his body.

I thought I would have hit the ground by now…maybe I'm in Hell…serves me right for all the shit I did back in the Bronx…

He slowly pried his heavy eyes open. His vision was blurred as he looked around. The room was white and there was only the bed in the room.

Where the hell am I?

He looked behind him and saw a black mark on the snow white wall. His heart stopped when his vision returned and saw the mark more clearly. It was a black skull with flames around it. It was a mark he was too used to. It was the Mark of Black Ghost.

"AH F***!" He screamed pulling the sheets off his bare body. He looked around for a door or window. But the room had no entrance or exit, not even a single window could be found. He ran up to the walls and slammed his fists against them. "Let me out! Let me out, you bastards!" No response. He fell back to his bed. He placed his head in his hands, trying to recall what had happened. I thought these bastards were done for! Does that mean all we did was for nothing! Damn it! Tears started to fill in his brandy colored eyes. Maybe this is a nightmare? God when will I wake up? He heard something like a large lock turning. A portion of the wall opened up and two guards came through. He quickly jumped up but his fever made him to sway from side to side.

"002 get back in bed." One ordered. Jet growled and shook his head as he stood up. The guards grabbed their stun guns but Jet was too fast and already reached them both. He punched the one on the right. He heard a cracking sound as he continued his attack. The guard flew across the room and his head hit the wall. There was blood where the guard hit the wall. The guard lied there, motionless. Jet stepped back with wide eyes.

"I…I…killed…him…." He said. All of the sudden he felt this shocking pain surge through him. He screamed in pain as he fell down on the tile floor. Jet turned to see the other guard had hit him with the stun gun. He screamed in pain as the guard turned the voltage up. He looked over at the wall. The guard he had punch began to get back up. His neck was bent and blood trickle down his mouth. The guard cracked his neck back into place and he walked over to the suffering cyborg. He grabbed his gun and shot Jet with it. All Jet could do was scream, in hope that someone will help him or he would wake up from this horrible nightmare. He was about to pass out when he heard the door open again.

"What are you idiots doing?" said a very angry voice. The guards dropped their weapons and backed away from the teen. Jet saw a large man come into his view. He had dark curly hair and he had dark tan skin. The man picked him up off the floor and shook him. "Señor? Hey, Kid! You ok?" Jet started to feel heavy and he began to close his eyes. He fell into a deep sleep.

…

"Jet…..Jet….Jet…" said a familiar voice. Jet could only see blackness around him.

"Cathy? Cathy, where are you?" Jet screamed out. But she didn't show herself. Then he began to hear other voices.

"Jet, where did you go?" he could hear Joe say.

"Jet…" Gilmore's voice said. Jet could hear the others calling his name.

"Guys! Hey, guys! Where are you guys?" he yelled out. Their voices began to fade more and more. "Wait guys! Where are you? Don't go!" He looked down and saw Earth beneath his feet. He stared at it for awhile until he realized that the planet was coming closer and closer to him. He was falling back toward the planet. He felt the speed increase every second as he tried to turn on his jets. But for some reason they didn't turn on. He closed his eyes, ready for impact.

…

He opened his eyes. Jet looked around to see that he was in the white room again. But he wasn't alone. He turned to his side to see the large man at his bedside. He wore a black uniform with a red scarf.

"¡Gracias a Dios! ¡Esta vivo!" he said with a thick Spanish accent. Jet could only look at the man. Though Jet could speak German, Japanese, French, and Chinese, but he didn't know a thing about Spanish. The man's smile faded. His smile returned within seconds. "You're an American? No?" the man said in English.

"Y…Yeah…" Jet said quietly.

"Well, are you feeling alright?" he said with a concern voice. Jet didn't say anything. He didn't want to talk to this man. He scowled at the man. "You don't trust me, do you?" Jet shook his head. The older man sighed and reached over for something. Jet jumped backward. "Well I think you may want these." He threw a uniform at Jet. "I don't think you want to be walking around naked." He chuckled. Jet looked down and saw he had no clothes on. He blushed in embarrassment as he grabbed the clothes. This only made the man laugh harder. He looked away so the teen had some privacy as he changed. Jet watched the man closely. He didn't want to take his eyes off him for a minute. As he pulled the shirt over his head, he felt something cold clamp down on his neck. He looked back and saw that the man had put a strange collar on his neck. He jumped back.

"What the hell did you just put on me?" he yelled at the man.

"It's a shock collar. All cyborgs must wear them. It's the rules. See I have to wear one too." The man said pulling down his scarf, revealing the metal collar. Jet heart sank.

"You're…a cyborg too?" he asked. The man nodded.

"Call me G-19."

"What does the G mean?"

"I'm a part of a new cyborg project called the Genesis Project. It started five years ago, shortly after the Scar and the leaders of Black Ghost were defeated."

"Don't you mean destroyed?" The man looked at him with confused look.

"What's your name kid?" G-19 asked.

"Jet Link, 002." G-19 looked shocked by the teen's name.

"So you're the one they brought back from the dead. ¡Dios mío!" he said rubbing his head.

"Brought back from the dead? What does that mean? WHY IS BLACK GHOST STILL AROUND? TELL ME?" Jet screamed. G-19 shook his head.

"We have to go. We can't talk here." He said as he reached for Jet's arm. Jet pulled his arm back.

"I'M NOT GOING ANYWHERE! YOU TELL ME EVERYTHING RIGHT NOW!" he ordered. Jet saw the man's face turned serious. G-19 ran up to him and grabbed him by the neck. He threw Jet to the ground. Jet flailed his arms and legs around; trying to break free from the man's grip. But the man was as strong as G-Jr. The man leaned in closer.

"Calm down. That collar has enough power to light a whole city. They won't hesitate to use it on you. If you just stay calm you will live longer. Now I'm going to let go of you, then you will follow me. We will go to where they want us to go. And after we are done, I'll make sure that you know everything I know. Does that sound good?" G-19 whispered with a stern voice. Jet stopped resisting and calmed down. He felt the man's grip loosen and felt his hand grab his arm. He followed without a word. They walked through the sliding door to a long hallway. He was surprised that they weren't being escorted by any guards. Memories of being chained up and dragged down hallways by large guards sneaked into his mind. He trembled in fear remembering how he was treated by these people.

"I guess I should apologize to you about using that much force on ya. Your probably scared out of your mind. Coming back to life and waking up to this. Lo siento."

"What does that mean?" Jet asked.

"I'm sorry. Lo siento means I'm sorry." He said.

"Oh. Are you from Mexico?" Jet asked out of curiosity. The man stopped and looked at him and smiled.

"No, mi amigo, your close. I'm from España. Spain" He chuckled.

"Close? I didn't even get the right continent." He said.

"I guess you're right. I just wanted to cheer you up, Amigo." Jet smiled slightly. They reached a large metal door with the Black Ghost insignia on it. His smile faded as the door opened and two guards came in with chains. He looked at G-19. The man didn't follow the guards as they pulled the teen inside the chamber. "Don't freak out, kid. Just stay calm." He said. Jet nodded to thank him for his words of wisdom. He stepped through the door and watched as they closed again.

"Come on! Move!" one guard ordered. He gave them a dirty look as he walked to the middle of the room. The guards pushed him down and attached the chains to the ground. He kneeled on the ground and waited there. Then something caught his eye. A black figure came into his sight. It was Scar. He had his mask and black cape on. Anger and fury started to surge through his body. He scowled, watching his enemy sit in his chair.

"Well 002, welcome back. How did you sleep?" he finally said.

"Well it was great. I had a great dream and I think you were in it. Oh yeah, in my dream my friend Joe blew you up along with those other bastards. Too bad it didn't come true." He said with a sly smirk.

"I can see you didn't change much after five years in a comatose state. I suggest being more obedient to our organization."

"Oh yeah," Jet said as he stood up, "Well I suggest you go fu…" Scar pressed a button on his chair. The collar beeped and began to shock Jet. He screamed in pain and fell to the ground. Scar pressed the off switch. Jet coughed and started to breathe normally. Scar removed himself from his chair and walked up to the young cyborg. He grabbed the collar and pulled Jet up to his mask.

"I've been pretty kind to you, 002. Allowing you to be rebuilt. Giving you more strength than before. You will obey me or so help me, I'll dismantle you myself!" Scar yelled. Jet opened his eyes and chuckled.

"Is that a promise or a threat?" he said. Scar growled and threw Jet on the ground. He signaled two guards. They grabbed Jet by the shoulders and took off his shirt. He called out for another guard. The guard brought out a branding iron. Scar took it and showed Jet the hot end. Jet saw it was the mark of Black Ghost.

"This mark will forever be with you, even in the afterlife. It will remind you who really owns you." Scar explained. Jet started to fight against the guards, but their grips were too strong. He heard a hissing sound and then a burning pain went through him. His movement became more violent and he began to scream out. The smell of his own skin burning started to make him sick to his stomach. He cried out, "JOE! SOMEONE! HELP ME!"

…

What's taking so long? G-19 was waiting outside for the teen. He heard the door's latch click. He quickly looked up, waiting to see Jet walk out. Jet flew across the hall and hit the wall on the other side. He ran up to the shirtless teen, which was lying on his back.

"What happened?" he asked. The teen had tears in his eyes.

"Turn me over! Hurry!" G-19 grabbed him and rolled him over on his stomach. Shock ran across his face. He could clearly see the mark on the teen's back. "Get me some ice or something!" the teen screamed. G-19 tried to pick him up, but Jet quickly protested. "Don't touch it! It hurts!"

"I need a stretcher!" G-19 ordered a guard. The guard ran down the hall to fetch one. "002, what did you do? Why did he brand you?" There was no response. He looked at the teen's face. Jet had passed out. G-19 sighed. "Lo siento, mi amigo."

…

Jet woke up in his white room. He shot up out of his bed. He felt a pain coming from his upper back. He looked down and saw his body was wrapped up with some sort of gauze. He heard footsteps approach him. He looked up to see G-19's angry face.

"You didn't listen to a word I said! Did you?" Jet looked down.

"How could I? That man and his cronies destroyed me and my friends lives! We didn't want this life of being seen as only weapons of destruction!" he yelled. G-19 sighed.

"Such will power. I haven't seen a guy like you in a long time." Jet wasn't the guy who to compliments very well. So, he just turned the other way and sighed, trying to cover his blushing. "Ya hungry?" Jet couldn't remember the last time he ate a solid meal. His stomach felt empty. He nodded and jumped out of bed. They walked down the hall to mess hall. He saw a few people in the room, some were guards and some wore the same cyborg uniform he wore. He sat down as G-19 grabbed their food. He looked around at the bleak setting. He stared at one of the cyborgs in the room. The cyborg looked like his age but he had short shaggy white hair and yellow eyes. He reminded Jet so much of Albert. The cyborg looked up with anger. Jet quickly turned away. He felt someone turn him around. He now faced the cyborg.

"What do you want, low life!" he yelled.

"Nothing, jackass!" Jet snapped. The cyborg grabbed him by the shirt.

"I don't take crap from anyon…" Jet watched as the other cyborg was lifted off the ground.

"Now, now 30. Leave him alone. He is having a bad day. Besides Scar wouldn't like hearing that you beat up a billion dollar project." G-19 said holding up the angry teen with one hand. G-30 nodded. He was then released by the much older cyborg. The teen gave one last dirty look, and then he ran out of the mess hall. "I leave you for five minutes and you already start a fight." He placed a tray in front of Jet. Jet's faced cringed at the meal his friend had given him. It looked like a big green glob with bits of dark green pieces of something. It smelled terrible.

"Uh…what is that?" Jet asked as he poked his meal with his spoon.

"It's a….uh….I don't really know." Jet widened as he picked up his fork, which it was still attached to the blob. If he wasn't so hungry he wouldn't even think about taking a single bite of this meal. But temptation won him over. He took a small bite. It tasted horrible.

"Oh god! That shit is terrible!" he said coughing.

"Yeah I know. But it's the only thing they feed us. They say it's healthy for us. Although it just make us want to throw up and I hear all the scientists and leaders get eat turkey and mashed potatoes on Thursday." He put his hand on Jet's shoulder. "But you'll get used to it."

"No I won't. I'll get out of here one day. And I'm going back to my friends and my home in New York." Jet said gleefully. G-19 sighed. "Hey old man, I want to know everything." G-19 sat down in front of Jet.

"Well, where do we start?"

"One thing, I punched that guard. Before, I wasn't all that strong compared to 005. But know I feel like I can lift a building. I at least snapped his neck. I killed the man but he got right back up. Why?"

"They're a new type of experiment. They can regenerate from any wound; even a bullet to the heart could kill them. But they don't have long lifespan. They live about a month or so; if their lucky they live for three months. As for your strength, I heard they modified your body to be stronger and faster"

"Now what happened five years ago?"

"Before Black Ghost was defeated, they came up with the Genesis Project. It was to back up the 00 Cyborg Project. They started to build cyborgs and perform experiments but they were pretty small. After Black Ghost's defeat, they were going to shut everything down. Until they found you and Scar's remains. That's when everything started up again. I came into the picture a year after the project was started. I was built to 005's designs. In fact, I used to be like you. Wanting to go back to my normal life. My daughter and I…" G-19 trailed off. Jet saw the loneliness and hurt in his eyes.

"If it hurts you so much then you don't have to say it."

"Ok. They started bring scientist from everywhere. The scientists here are either mad or insane. Doctor Walker is the one in charge of the project over all. He's the one who brought you back to life."

"But why did they want to bring me back to life?" The man shook his head.

"I don't know. They would bring Abraham Lincoln back to live if they had the chance."

"What is the purpose of this project?"

"…They say that this project will determine the fate of the world. That we as cyborgs will control that fate. Of course that fate will be world destruction; the only thing Black Ghost wants." Jet scowled.

"I won't let them do that! I will stop them!" Jet said angrily. G-19 shushed the teen.

"Don't talk about stuff like that here." He ordered.

Jet was about to protest when he heard a stern voice say, "Where were you G-19?" Jet turned around to look at the being standing behind him. It was a young brown haired woman with the same long red scarf that all the cyborgs wore. Her arms had scars all over them. She had a black tank top on and black cargo pants. Her purple eyes caught Jet's brandy eyes. "Who's this?"

"002, meet G-21. G-21, meet 002." He said with a smile.

"You know we had training today. Let's go!" she said walking away.

"I got orders to bring the kid with us." She stopped and turned back toward the duo.

"He's just going to mess everything up." She said coldly. Jet growled at her. G-19 sighed.

"Come on, G-21. Just give him a chance." She pouted and walked away. "Well, I think that went well."

"In what way?" Jet snapped.

"She didn't yell at you. By the way, you're not leaving until your plate is empty." Jet looked up and scowled.

"Do I have to?" he said like a child would say to his parents who was forcing him to eat his vegetable.

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Sorry for the language in this chapter. I'll try to keep it a little cleaner later. Nya~