A/N- This is a story that has plagued the insides of my head for too long, it's time for it to be let loose for the second, and hopefully last time. Happy endings are never a guarantee. This story will include some very serious moments and issues, and those that don't enjoy dark, death, or psychological torture scenes should leave now, though they won't be evident in quite a few of the first chapters. I don't enjoy flames, especially after I give fair warning. Prologues never make sense until much later; remember that.
-Ruri Unstitched.
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BREAKING POINT 06
Prologue.
The figure knocked gently on the office door, as though not to disturb his Superior had he been doing anything productive within. A monotonous grunt approved his entry, and the door slid apart beneath his firm grip. The office within wasn't lit particularly bright, but the neon sheen to the lamps caused his eyes to squint dramatically beneath their harsh, unforgiving glare.
"What is it?" his Superior muttered, eyes remaining latched to the computer screen before him in place of turning to the figure that had just entered. The figure cleared his throat, the silky calmness of his voice proceeding.
"She knows, Sir." His Superior raised a quizzical and unseen eyebrow, finally tearing his gaze from the screen and latching it tightly to the figure standing tall to attention before him. He was bathed in the light, his eyes closed in retaliation, he despised the light, and a small, emotionless line made up the sole composition of his face. He sighed; that was the closest his follower would ever become to showing real emotion. Had the figure been expressing morose, enlightenment or sheer and unabiding terror, that facial expression would have never differed. It was the same with every other of the computerate, wisdom filled, sardonic, facetious humans the place was spawning with
"Who knows?" he replied, raising a gloved hand to his chin. The figure shifted lightly in his position, small strands of black falling into his tightly closed eyes.
"She does. Point 06," his voice maintained its velvety softness, smooth and failing to miss a beat. "She knows he's dead."
"But... how could that be?! I blocked out everything that could have informed her of the news, I made sure I mentioned nothing of him- nothing of either them! How could she have possibly found out?" His Superior cried in sudden, sharp outburst, the chair he'd been seated on clattered to the floor. He'd accounted for everything to refrain from her knowing the news. If she did, she'd stop working, if she stopped working, his triangulations, his precious calculations... there was no one smarter than she to conduct them- not even himself! "Her work wasn't done yet. And now she has to be.... incapacitated. Just like they were." His composture regained slightly, though his face still screwed tightly in disapproval, gently furrowing his brow as his gloved hands touched and steepled.
"Pity." The figure muttered in response with no sense of remorse comprehensible in his tones. His eyes opened slowly, gingerly to the light and delicate brown pupils, the colour of caramel, made themselves known to his Superior. Eyes the superior had come to despise for all the same reasons they had caused him so much success in the matter...
"It is. She could have done so much for us..." his voice trailed to nothing, and his hands once more raised themselves over the computer screen obediantly. "But we knew it would come to this at some point. I suppose we just... cut that time a little short." His fingers, gloved in black, touched the gel screen gently, calling up scores of incomprehensible numbers and symbols humans had yet to understand or crack the code of. A small picture, followed by a long and seemingly endless box of symbols appeared before him. The picture was of the girl. Subject .06. It was a pity to waste someone with such talent as hers. But no matter.
"She told you, didn't she?" he muttered in subject change, trailing his cunning fingers over the screen lightly as he spoke. His follower nodded. She'd told him everything. Everything she knew, and everything she suspected. "I told you you'd gain more confidence from her than anyone else." His gaze raised, raking across the boy before him in a nonchalant manner, hesitating slightly over the eyes. His face screwed slightly in distaste. "It's such a pity. You're a smart, obediant boy. You do the work, you follow my orders," his voice lowered, "but I hate you for all the exact reasons she's instilled so much trust and affection in you. You remind me too much of him, just as you remind her. You remind me too much of her brother,"he stared patronisingly at the boy. "I think it's your eyes."
The emotionless figure had been taught the language on-screen prior to his enrollment in the... business. Before Subject .06 had entered the scene, he'd been the most computerate of the team, and thus was inclined to learn the language every computer in the building held within its depths. His Superior, smiling with satisfaction, made a final press to his screen and, in the time frame of an instant, the figure was fondling for the pager attached to his belt. The message onscreen was clear and concise in the alien symbols that Point 06 was unable to read herself;
Subject .06 to be Eliminated Tonight.
-Ruri Unstitched.
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BREAKING POINT 06
Prologue.
The figure knocked gently on the office door, as though not to disturb his Superior had he been doing anything productive within. A monotonous grunt approved his entry, and the door slid apart beneath his firm grip. The office within wasn't lit particularly bright, but the neon sheen to the lamps caused his eyes to squint dramatically beneath their harsh, unforgiving glare.
"What is it?" his Superior muttered, eyes remaining latched to the computer screen before him in place of turning to the figure that had just entered. The figure cleared his throat, the silky calmness of his voice proceeding.
"She knows, Sir." His Superior raised a quizzical and unseen eyebrow, finally tearing his gaze from the screen and latching it tightly to the figure standing tall to attention before him. He was bathed in the light, his eyes closed in retaliation, he despised the light, and a small, emotionless line made up the sole composition of his face. He sighed; that was the closest his follower would ever become to showing real emotion. Had the figure been expressing morose, enlightenment or sheer and unabiding terror, that facial expression would have never differed. It was the same with every other of the computerate, wisdom filled, sardonic, facetious humans the place was spawning with
"Who knows?" he replied, raising a gloved hand to his chin. The figure shifted lightly in his position, small strands of black falling into his tightly closed eyes.
"She does. Point 06," his voice maintained its velvety softness, smooth and failing to miss a beat. "She knows he's dead."
"But... how could that be?! I blocked out everything that could have informed her of the news, I made sure I mentioned nothing of him- nothing of either them! How could she have possibly found out?" His Superior cried in sudden, sharp outburst, the chair he'd been seated on clattered to the floor. He'd accounted for everything to refrain from her knowing the news. If she did, she'd stop working, if she stopped working, his triangulations, his precious calculations... there was no one smarter than she to conduct them- not even himself! "Her work wasn't done yet. And now she has to be.... incapacitated. Just like they were." His composture regained slightly, though his face still screwed tightly in disapproval, gently furrowing his brow as his gloved hands touched and steepled.
"Pity." The figure muttered in response with no sense of remorse comprehensible in his tones. His eyes opened slowly, gingerly to the light and delicate brown pupils, the colour of caramel, made themselves known to his Superior. Eyes the superior had come to despise for all the same reasons they had caused him so much success in the matter...
"It is. She could have done so much for us..." his voice trailed to nothing, and his hands once more raised themselves over the computer screen obediantly. "But we knew it would come to this at some point. I suppose we just... cut that time a little short." His fingers, gloved in black, touched the gel screen gently, calling up scores of incomprehensible numbers and symbols humans had yet to understand or crack the code of. A small picture, followed by a long and seemingly endless box of symbols appeared before him. The picture was of the girl. Subject .06. It was a pity to waste someone with such talent as hers. But no matter.
"She told you, didn't she?" he muttered in subject change, trailing his cunning fingers over the screen lightly as he spoke. His follower nodded. She'd told him everything. Everything she knew, and everything she suspected. "I told you you'd gain more confidence from her than anyone else." His gaze raised, raking across the boy before him in a nonchalant manner, hesitating slightly over the eyes. His face screwed slightly in distaste. "It's such a pity. You're a smart, obediant boy. You do the work, you follow my orders," his voice lowered, "but I hate you for all the exact reasons she's instilled so much trust and affection in you. You remind me too much of him, just as you remind her. You remind me too much of her brother,"he stared patronisingly at the boy. "I think it's your eyes."
The emotionless figure had been taught the language on-screen prior to his enrollment in the... business. Before Subject .06 had entered the scene, he'd been the most computerate of the team, and thus was inclined to learn the language every computer in the building held within its depths. His Superior, smiling with satisfaction, made a final press to his screen and, in the time frame of an instant, the figure was fondling for the pager attached to his belt. The message onscreen was clear and concise in the alien symbols that Point 06 was unable to read herself;
Subject .06 to be Eliminated Tonight.
