This chapter's a bit all over the place, since it's basically like one huge mush of flash back for a basic run down of what happened to Robin between the end of the last chapter and the end of this one. On the bright side (possible), it's a lot shorter. The next one is going to be a lot more focused, though, I promise xD
Also, I've learned that I'm a lazy shit, so if you're lucky I might actually proof read this one day.
Rapture hadn't been quite what Robin had expected them to be. Then again, that was what their intentions had been.
It had been a few years since they'd 'saved' her from the attack at her home, and taken her into their organization, where they now insisted on calling her 'Virus' rather than her given name. It had never really sat well with Robin, it made her sound more like an object than a human being, but they insisted it was all to do with safety, in case any leaks ever got out of the organization. To be honest, at first she'd just thought that they were into their spy movies and wanted to give everyone cool nicknames. But then she'd realized that only a select few actually had them.
Namely, there was herself, Virus, and she seemed to be the newest addition. Chronologically, from newest to oldest, there was also Siege, Barricade and Cadet. The information wasn't hard to get without being noticed. Just like the rest of the planet at this point, the WORLD kept all their information on computers, making it easily accessible to the cyberpath they had brought into their organization.
It was one of the very few pieces of information she had been able to extract and properly connect so far, though. She hadn't had much time to herself in the years she'd been here, and those few moments of peace that she did have she more often than not spent resting. They insisted that Robin's power was something that could be used for great things, greater than what her dad made her use them for, and that she could be a hero if she learned how to use them properly, if she became more powerful.
So, that had been the end goal, for years. Robin would admit that they certainly seemed to be getting there, by giving her different machines and devices to control, or different defences and firewalls to hack through, increasing her capabilities over the years. Soon hacking into the advanced firewalls she could only dream about years before were a piece of cake – NASA was nothing. If she was actually allowed to leave the building, she'd never be short on money, with the capability to easily mentally hotwire a cash machine without needed a card, a PIN number, or even an account.
But she knew that she had gotten to her end game when they began teaching her some more aggressive moves. Her mental capabilities seemed to always remain their top priority for advancing, but one day they suddenly became more adamant about fighting. Robin would and had openly complained about the physical training that was randomly sprung upon her one day, with martial arts and self defence killing her confidence.
The real kicker, though, was when they began testing the 'field capability' of her powers. They wanted to see if she could stop a gun from shooting, if she could blow up enemy weapons in their own faces, and from how far. It proved to be challenging, to say the least, but it was possible. Robin much preferred doing it up close – far less strain, but they always insisted that she just needed practice and would be fine.
But one day, everything seemed to just change gear. 'Virus' was no longer the centre of attention at the facility, 'Insight' was. Sure, she was still trained, with no pity whatsoever for the lack of interest she showed, but physical training was suddenly far more common than training with her powers, since the scientists were otherwise occupied. Which was actually great for her, because as she was laying on her bed trying to regain any feeling to her muscles, her brain could work hard to dig up even more information about the WORLD, and this so-called 'Insight'.
What she dug up was incredibly interesting, to say the least, and while she had been expecting something bad, since no organization this big with this much power could just not have any dark secrets, she hadn't expected certain things of the, magnitude, that she had found either.
It was only, what, a year later, when shit really hit the fan. Robin had just been training, sadly like most days by now, and she had recently been told that she was going to be moved to be with her 'brother and sister' soon, a sentence that sounded far creepier then it had any right to in real life. But that didn't happen. Because soon all she heard was desperate screams and yells, and her training stopped as her trainer went to speak on the intercom for a moment.
And then everything fell silent. Movements were robotic, coordinated, guns were raised, and the following events reminded Robin far too much of the death of her mother than she would ever be comfortable with. Then again, it was one thing to witness a cold blooded killer shoot someone, and another to witness countless people shooting themselves.
If she said that time had stood still, or even slowed down, she would be lying. Time remained the same, but what she saw was horrifying, the tears that she hadn't felt in years rolling down her face as the people she had come to know fell to the ground at her feet, without any work needed from her.
They weren't innocent, no, nobody was. Was Robin mad about what they had done to her? Absolutely. But she was upset either way. These people weren't her friends, they weren't her comrades; at most, they were employers, although kidnappers would be a more accurate word if you asked her. Regardless of their relationship, death seemed to have an effect on her that she couldn't quite shake anymore.
And apparently the sight of blood made her puke.
Still, this was possibly her one and only chance to escape. An alarm had been sounded in the systems, albeit a silent one, but it wasn't at all difficult to stop. The last thing she needed now was for more of their so-called 'agents', whom Robin found to be far more akin to soldiers, to come barging in and catch her. She didn't need to memorize any maps or anything, she never had, they were all kept in the system.
Robin found her nearest exit with ease, but she didn't head there right away.
Trying her best to avoid the horrific massacre that the research facility had become, she made her way to her destination – the data room. She didn't know what had happened, how it had happened, or who could have possibly done it, if it was indeed anyone, but she had her hunch. To prove it, she would need all the information she could find on the WORLD, and what had been going in inside of Rapture itself. But she didn't want to stick around too long, lest whatever had killed everything else there killed her too.
Physical contact made a connection easier, so touching the main computer helped Robin transfer all the information she needed into her memory far quicker than she had expected. After that, she finally allowed herself to run to the nearest exit in an almost blind panic and run as far away from the facility as possible.
It was only later on, once she had found herself a nice hotel room with some money she had gotten from a cash machine, free of charge, that she went over the information she had saved in her mind. It was the small details that helped her finally finish the puzzle, but they were all worth it in the end.
Robin had her first target. 'Insight'; formerly known as Kyler Reid.
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