Author's Note: So sorry I haven't updated in a while ;( but I've had heapsa on my plate at school. You know how it is... if you're not busy in chinese- then you're busy in chem and english! It never ends!!!
Another reason why I'm taking so long is that chapter 6&7 have been rewritten about four times each- and then I get them checked by my two beta-readers... Tessa and Cecilia- you guys are legends. I can't thank you enough!
Hmm... well, enjoy the chapter and please review and I'll get chapter 7 up soon! Sable (P.S. If any of you guys have any suggestions for what I should put on the new site I'm designing- I'd really appreciate that.)
Transformations
Shortly after, the door opened and another agent steps in.
'Hands behind your back.' He says. In the midst of her dysphoria, Wynter clenches her face into contempt. He betrayed her- Smith betrayed her!
'Where are we going?' She asks,
'You are going to be reprogrammed.' Jones says simply. Wynter's slumped position straightens. Eyes widening in disbelief, she whispers-
'What? Reprogrammed?' She turns around to see Jones reach for her arm and growls, 'No bloody way...'
'Fuck off you bastard!' She roars. Quickly, she slaps him hard across the cheek and again with the back hand and proceeds to claw his face with her long fingernails. After being knocked unconscious and bashed around severely, she is exhausted but she uses fear and anger to drive her to attack. She forces him to the wall and plucking a slender sabre from her long boot, she points it underneath to the agent's chin. Calmly, the man touches his earpiece.
'Brown we have a code black I repeat a code black.'
Within an instant Agent Brown bursts through the door and tries to grab the woman. However, she foresaw his move and leapt out of his way. Drawing a second blade, she kicks Brown to the ground and traps his neck with the arch of her boot- still holding Jones at knifepoint.
'You will let me go.' Wynter sneers in a hateful growl. However, she doesn't see a shadow slink behind her. Her arm is gripped in a firm, cold hand as she is injected with a cloudy liquid. She screams in agony, 'Oh shit! Oh shit!' Her vision quickly morphs into colours then shadow then shadows 'What the hell is happening to me...' she murmurs, trying her best to fight the grogginess but once more, she falls into unconsciousness again.
'Bring her to the room. When you have finished linking her up, call me.' Smith commands to Jones, placing her down on the cold, concrete floor.
She looks just like a carved granite statue, just sitting quietly at the scratched, grey metal dressing table. All she sees is the reflection the mirror spits back at her. All emotions that once pulsed through her circuits have now been cooled before being extracted from her system forever. She is now a simple equation, she has no functions of lust, kindness or grief- only of obedience and callousness.
However that is not to say that she is plain- she is quite attractive for an agent. The hair has been tinted a vivid reddish purple with matching matte lips. Her eyes which have been changed to a deep emerald hue are now shielded beneath carbon-black lenses with chromium framing. The suit is a green tinted grey- just like the rest of her colleagues yet it is tailored and tapered to complement the feminine curves. Turning the head down towards the table, she notices the earpiece lying close to her cold, relaxed hand. Picking it up, she twists the plastic to fit in her ear and proceeds to connect the wires. A voice soon spat out of the speaker.
'You know what to do Agent Grey?'
'Yes Smith.'