"Ugh…" You opened your eyes and blinked a couple of times. Slowly sitting up on the bed, you heaved a sigh. A dream of the past… How long has it been since then? You hugged your knees under the white blanket and stared across the dull room. A year? No. I've been here a lot longer than that. Your days at the base were harsh. You felt so exhausted and pathetic that you didn't bother to keep track of the time any longer. The people here trained you relentlessly and barely fed you enough each night. You were small, sickly, and pale, yet you managed to survive. How? They were keeping you alive. They didn't want you to die. They needed you. Why? You have no clue. From the day you arrived to now, you still didn't know why.
The metal door to your room slammed open as a familiar figure stood at the threshold. "Time to get your lazy ass out of bed." You turned your head and faced the man. He gave a tsk and gritted his teeth. "Hurry up or I will drag you out of bed myself." You blankly stared at him, although you were slightly amused by his impatience. "Get up NOW!" He roared.
Knowing that you shouldn't mess around anymore, you scrambled out of bed and meekly walked up to him. The smell of a strong cologne invaded your sense of smell, and you couldn't help but let the disgust show on your face. Ignoring your look, the man grabbed your shoulder and shoved you into the hallway. You stood there for a few seconds, wondering why he is not leading you to the training room. "Go to the Boss. He is waiting for you in the office." You felt your blood run cold. Although you rarely saw him, much less be sent to his room, you were terrified of him.
On the day you were kidnapped, the men brought you to him. He slapped you awake and grabbed your head, studying you with his cold eyes while you stared at him with fear. "This is it?" He growled. The two men nodded nervously. "Tch, how pathetic." He shoved you onto the ground and walked back to his desk. "I want it trained, you hear? Do not give it any special treatment just because it is a child. A tool is still a tool."
"Yes, sir." The two men bowed before taking you by the arms and dragging you out of the room.
A kick to your rear snapped you back into reality. "Move it! What do you think you are? Making the Boss wait on you…" You quickly got up from the floor and silently went on your way. It was a long walk, but you got to the office eventually. Reluctantly, you knocked on the door. "Come in," said a rough voice. You opened the door and walked into the room, anticipating that you will be punished for taking so long.
"So, how have you been doing?" You refused to answer, so he continued. "I congratulate you for being able to live this long. You were not as weak as I originally thought you would be." You kept your gaze on the floor and remained silent. "Look at me as I speak." Fear kept your head fixated in its place. BANG. A bullet hit the space right in front of your feet. "I told you to look at me as I speak."
You slowly shifted your gaze to the gun in his hand. Then, you looked at his face. He sneered at you. "Good." He placed the gun onto the desk. "Have you been wondering why you were here? Have you ever thought about why it was you that was kidnapped and not just another kid?" You gave a small nod. "You will find out shortly. First, I want you to come closer to me." You hesitantly walked to his desk. Suddenly, he grabbed your pendant and pulled it off its chain.
An excruciating pain jolted through your body and you dropped to the floor on your hands. You wanted to scream badly, but you refused to do that in front of him. He laughed as your face contorted with pain. "What was that, you ask? I will gladly tell you." He dangled your cross between his fingers. "Inside you is a weapon, beautiful but deadly in its full form. You are its vessel. However…" Stop… The pain… Stop. Stop! SToP! He walked up to you and kneeled down. "Your body is not familiar with such level of power, so a limiter was made for you." You extended your arm, but before you could grab your pendant, you collapsed.
