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 5: Losing Yourself

It was like that for days, weeks even. She could never tell how long it had been. She didn't even know when day turned to night. Then, one day she was sitting in her bed, staring at her food tray. She promised herself she wouldn't sleep until the person who brought in her tray came in to take it. She was always asleep when they came. She moved to her knees as the door handle moved. The door opened but what she saw was not something she wanted. Two rather large men in white lab coats. Claire quickly shrank against the wall, eyes wide.

"W-Who are you? Leave me alone!" She curled up in a ball before strong arms forced her to her feet. Her legs fell week and she hung in their arms to the point that the two men were dragging her. "Let me go! Please, let me go!" She cried, new tears on her cheeks. She suddenly was hurled to her feet. She was laid out on a table, tears in her eyes. Leather straps were tied tightly across her arms, legs, and midwaist. Then, a breathing mask was placed over her nose and mouth. A doctor looking down upon her. She couldn't see it, but she felt a prick in her arm and soon, she was spinning, the lights were singing, and the world was vibrating. She tried to focus, but it was useless. The drugs were getting to her and she was slowly fading away. The last thing she saw, was the light above her, gleaming down and blinding her. I'm going to die.

A/N: I was wrong. This is the shortest....I hope. Anyway, not much happens here, I suppose. When I wake up I'll be a new....girl....