Title: Fan Art 0016

Author: The Person Behind My Mask

Pairings: 03/09 hintage, 04/OC, and possible 09/OC

Rating: PG-13 (for kissing and cursing and what not that I write in this fic)

Warnings: Possible Mary-Sue action here, not sure, the story is about me.

Genres: General/Romance/Angst

Disclaimer: Ok, I usually like to be very witty in my disclaimers, but I'm not in the mood. ::sigh:: So here you go, I don't own Cyborg 009, I just write fanfics about it cause I'm depressing and I wish I had a life, sound good? K.

Summary: Claire Willins, an average 16-year-old American girl, is kidnapped by the secret organization of Black Ghost and made into a Cyborg by the name of 0016.

Notes: Ok, I'm up to my ears in bunnies, so if you know a muse needing a writer, please, I'm begging you, send it in the opposite direction of me, k? I hope you enjoy the fic. I love reviews and hate flames. I do, however, accept CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. There is a difference.

Chapter 3: Good Things Never Last

Claire watched out the window as the plane landed. She was to meet up with a Mr. Winston here and then they would be taking another flight. Once the plane landed, Claire collected her things and rushed out of the plane. She quickly spotted an older man holding a very illustrative sign that read 'Claire Willins'. She made her way over to him and smiled.

"I'm Claire Willins." She said. The man nodded softly.

"Oh, good. I'm Winston, Jonathan Winston. Good, so far we have been on schedule. Let's hurry to the car then or we'll miss our flight." Claire followed until she reached out and softly tapped his arm.

"C-Car sir?" She asked. "I thought we were boarding the flight here." Winston looked at her.

"No. Our flight will be on a private plane. Hurry up." He said, looking forward again. When they finally had all of her stuff they found a black car waiting for them outside. They both climbed inside. Claire looked out the window.

"This is so awesome. I never really thought I'd ever see Japan. I can't wait till we get there." She said.

"Yes, well, it's a long trip so perhaps you should take a nap." Suddenly, two arms wrapped around her shoulders. One holding her still while the other smothered her mouth and nose with a white cloth. Claire tried to scream, but it was useless. Soon, she felt the feeling of sleep finally become overwhelming and terrified, she slipped into darkness.

A/N: WOW! Really short! Holy...k, I believe this is the shortest chapter. If not...my gosh...I hope it is. Sorry for making you click more! Gomen!!