Ever since I could remember the sound of heavy footsteps nearing my door only meant two things. Pain and blood. I have long gotten over the fear of it and have just come to accept the faith that awaits me. Fighting against them, would only bring me more pain. Even more so than what I deal with on a daily basis. I try not to react at hearing the door handle jingle. Closing my eyes as soon as the door was pushed open. The force in which he did so, caused the door to slam into the concrete wall. My sensitive ears protesting in pain at the loud bang. I clamped down my jaws as he grabbed me by the collar, dragging me out of the room and down the white corridor. I knew what was to come, and in that moment I forced myself to think of anything, but that. Believing I was anywhere, but here.
"Here is subject #275." His voice was gruff, laced with displeasure and disgust. "She hasn't shifted back since her last testing."
"That's fine." Another man spoke up. "It makes no difference. How many are we up to in this one?"
"Three."
"So this will be number four."
I couldn't see him, but I knew that voice. Same voice that has made my life a living hell. He always kept his face hidden from me, never allowed anyone of us to see him. Always wore a surgical mask over his face. The other subjects simply called him The Doctor. The one that had dragged me out, proceeded to strap me onto the table. The doctor appeared in front of me, holding a syringe with what appeared to be blood. I could smell the metallic smell.
"You should be thanking us." He grinned. "You will become someone very special." Grabbing my paw, he sunk the needle in, mixing the blood with my own. "They will pay good money for you."
'They? Who the-' My entire body went rigid, causing me to strain against the holds. My blood was on fire, running through my entire body. I wanted to scream, howl, yell. I wanted this to stop already! 'Please! Make this stop!' I don't know how long it had been, before finally it stopped. My head was spinning, refusing to let me focus. I spotted him bring out a scalpel, cutting a long incision along my leg.
"It worked!" He laughed. "They said the body wouldn't support more than two, but I have proved them wrong."
"What now?"
The doctor hummed. "Take her back to the room. It is time we call the investors."
"Yes sir."
I passed out just as my jailer reached for me.
For the next days, weeks, months maybe, I wasn't to sure really – the 'tests' intensified. The doctor went on as far as to nearly cut off my arm, leaving it connected by only a string of skin. I healed it quickly, but he continued to do so until he had tried everything. Minus decapitating.
After another round of test, I was tossed back into my cell. A small groan escaping at my back hitting the wall. My jailer slammed the door close, mumbling something about filthy something. I stopped paying attention to his words a long time ago.
Laying there I allowed my mind to wonder. I would constantly wonder about my old school friends. My brother. My dog. I wondered if they still thought about me. Or if they gave up and thought me dead. Come to think about it, I preferred they believed me dead. Turning to face the wall, I curled myself up in a ball. A cold shiver running up and down my body. I was too tired to shift.
"Luna?"
I perked up at the small whisper. "Danny?"
"Yeah, you alright?" He asked. "Echo could hear the screams all the way down here."
"The usual, don't worry about me." I zoned out whatever he said after that. As you know th-oh right, I haven't explained any of this. Forgive my manners.
My name is Luna. It's what everyone calls me. The day I turned 13 my father woke me from bed, claiming he had a surprise present for me. He brought me here, exchanging me for a large sum of money. We weren't rich, but we weren't poor either. But my father had gambling problems. To avoid shame on his family, he decided selling me off was better. The highest bidder took the lot.
At first I was kept completely isolated in a cemented room. Every day I was beat to a pulp by my jailer. Every day I fought back. Until the day I didn't. That day he rewarded me with food and water. We continued that for a couple more days. I quickly learned, if I didn't fight back I wasn't hurt.
I know what you might be saying, weakling child. Can't fight back even with her quirk. Well, they weren't stupid. They kept us sedated. Just enough to prevent us from using our quirks at their full capacity. Use that to break us down and submit to them.
After having been broken down, I was moved into this room. It wasn't any different than the last. Only this one had a door with a small window. We didn't get any beds or blankets. You wanted to use the restroom? Use the bucket in the corner. There was an old blind lady that would clean up the cells when we were 'out'. To her this was a jail for villains.
Doctor and my jailer began their tests on me as soon as I was moved into this cell. When they were finished, sometimes I would be tossed into a ring. We were forced to fight with other prisoners. The doctor would stand in the side, studying and writing notes about us. Who ever lost, well let's just say I never fought or heard about them again.
At first I didn't know what they were doing to me. You see my own quirk was the ability to shift into any feline animal I wanted. I was a shifter. After the first injection, I had the ability to speak to people with my mind. Second injection and I had the ability to control four elements, air, fire, water and earth. Third injection and I had the ability of speed. From what I gather, this last injection was the ability of rapid heal. I didn't connect the dots until later, but every one of these quirks belonged to those I have fought and won against. He was keeping the strongest one alive and smashing their quirks together.
I froze at the sound of approaching foot steps. 'Why? They usually give me enough time to regain my strength.' Something was off, they weren't my jailers. These were lighter and there were multiple steps.
"Gentleman's and lady, like I said before she is not yet completely done, but we are getting there." That was the doctor. "She may be a bit feral at the moment." Just as he slid the viewing window, I shifted my form. "Here she is. Subject #275, female. Age 19. So far we have been able to unit four new quirks with her own, giving her a total of five."
"What are her quirks?" A woman asked.
"In the file given to you, is her quirk detailed." The doctor explained. "We will be running through a few more tests before having her put up for auction."
"What's the start of the betting?" Another man asked.
"2 million will be the starting point. Take your look and we will move on to the next subject." He opened the door even wider, giving them a clearer view. "But, be careful, she isn't very friendly."
I watched as multiple faces passed by the window. Each one of them engraving into my mind. I growled at a man with a long beak mask.
"Such a Beautiful animal." He whispered. "Sad to see it. Don't you just wish everything was back to normal. Everyone was back to normal. No more quirks."
"Mr. Chisaki." That was my jailer. "It's preferable you don't speak to the subjects. Besides, she hasn't spoken in 6 years." He looked into my window, slamming it shut. "Please stay with the group."
Masked dude had a point. There were many times I wished for quirks to disappear. Desired to have been in the minority of quirk-less people. Maybe then I would have lived a very different life. A better one maybe. My mother always told me things happen for a reason, but what could be the reason for this? What good brought all of this to any of us, but pain and more pain. Walking over to the door, I laid just in front of it. My nose was at the level to the crack underneath. Taking in a deep breath, I cherished the fresh air coming in. This was the only good thing really.