It had been days since then. She fell into an underground laboratory of sorts. It was abandoned but the facility was fully functional. Everything was fully automated at the push of a button.
Her right arm was broken from the fall as well as other bones in her body. Even she knew that her right arm was done for, as she could feel her arm bones sticking through the skin. The immense pain caused her to wonder about as she drifted into the medical bay. Using the robots that were stationed there, she fumbled around for the controls. Her body had felt numb from the pain, but she could feel the tears running down her face.
"Mamma…" she whimpered.
"Diagnosis: severely damaged bones and vein impairment. Arm is rendered useless. Treatment: Amputation."
The robots, without further confirmation, amputated her arm while holding her down in restraints. There was no anaesthetic to go along with the treatment simply because the refill was empty. Her legs, suffering numerous bruises and several fractures, were operated on the spot to replace broken bones with prosthetic ones. A replacement arm was stuck onto her arm stump. As if it wasn't merciless enough, she couldn't even faint from the pain. Her screams went unheard, her tears went unseen and her pain went undetected.
It had been nine years since then. She explored the vast laboratory in that time, self-taught herself to survive with the strangely large amount of supplies and to use the facilities. As far as she had explored, there were no means of escape. All the doors could only be unlocked from the outside and forcing them open was futile. The hole she fell from was covered up by a white cover. There were other holes like it, but they were covered up as well.
She tried confirming any means of escape years ago, but she gave up on all means of it. She searched every room, every hidden room and every ventilation shafts for the exit. None resulted in success.
In this laboratory, she was faced with the harsh reality that all hope was lost. The child grew up realising that no one would ever come to rescue her. No one would even look for her. She became abandoned, just like the laboratory itself.
Nine years. All that time was spent living in the laboratory. The once young child grew into a teenager. There were computers in the lab that she learnt to access and they contained files she read to past the time. She conducted experiments on machinery and the chemicals she had found. Using this knowledge, she created machines that obeyed her every rule.
There were also scientists' profiles on each computers. People that used to work in this laboratory, but for some reason, abandoned it. So, she named the Servant Bots after them and had them as company.
The automated robots built her weapons and helped her calculate equations she required. She had grown accustomed to the loneliness, even with the Servant Bots she made. After all, she didn't know how to make them talk. There weren't any alternate voice files than her own and she was already sick of hearing her own voice alone.
She grew used to the loneliness, but not her nightmares. Even after all these years, she relived that night when her mother was killed in front of her. Her mother was all she had and she lost that. The only thing she gained during those nine years was knowledge, but knowledge could not fill the gaping hole in her heart. Knowledge could not replace the warmth of a mother's embrace, nor could it be a mother's kindness.
However so, from those nightmares, there grew hatred. She saw the men who killed her mother and they tried to kill her. They took everything from her. What was worse was that they ran free, or were already dead. For the first dark thought in ages, if only I could kill them by my own hands, and she would do it. She would kill them slowly by injecting slow-acting poison into their body, torturing them as they died.
That desire to kill was harboured deep within her heart, but also fear. If she somehow escaped, if she found someone, she might release that desire upon them. Sometimes in the laboratory, in the confines of the white rooms, she felt her own sanity draining day by day. Her isolation pulling away at her conscience, burrowing her in tormenting emotions.
Sometimes she would laugh without stopping to clutch her stomach. Sometimes she would pull apart inventions she made. Sometimes, she just lost it. This could go on for days and days before she regained herself.
Today, nine years and two days later, she was working on her weapons as she always had. She applied the usual simulations, testing them out and reconfiguring errors. Working intensively, she tried to forget what she found out. Her food supply was dwindling. They would run out in a matter of days.
In a matter of weeks, she would be no more. At least, that was what she predicted and calculated.
Just as she donned on her weapon cores, the ground beneath her shook violently. The whole laboratory shook with the tremor.
"W-what is this?! An earthquake? Impossible, the lab shouldn't…" she started, but the ceiling cracked. She had no idea where the tremors were coming from, but she had to get out of here fast. She had lost hope of escaping, but even the ceiling had cracked. She applied that fact to the exit doors. If they break…I could escape!
She grabbed all her research and stored it in her memory storages, and ran. She found her way towards the the exits. As she suspected, the metal doors were bending. She broke the metal bars attached to it years ago to test out her weaponry. In fake hope that it would break the doors.
She read in a file somewhere that the doors could never be destroyed by the weapons in the lab, but outside interference could do so. She could get out of here. Out of this hell hole she lived in for all these nine years. With a smile she hadn't worn in ages, she destroyed the final bindings of the door where it was vulnerable from the earthquake and ran.
A/N: And that's le end of her past story~! If ya like this fanfiction, please review/favourite/follow/share (this is never in order XD)!
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Nagisaa-san: Thankies, I will~ I'm finding this one pretteh fun to write. I'm still working on Half-Assed Reality, too, so I'm juggling these two OwO