My Worst Enemy
Author; lakura
Chapter; Experiment
Point of View; Riku
Disclaimer; I do not , sadly, own Kingdom Hearts.
Fire. Hate. It is all here. I couldn't save it... It had to burn..I try to convince myself that those people did not deserve to live, that they deserved to die. I know it is wrong, but if I do not convince myself of that, I will not be able to help the Unknown, and they do not tolerate anything that does not serve them. Sure I am important, sure I wear their robe, sure I am as powerful, as wrong, but I am not ever to be the top.
They are thinking of using me...to ..use some of my power. Some of my intelligence, and abilities, and create a living, breathing human. They debated with using a human, arguing amongst themselves that they could come up with much better. However, they decided anything that did not look human, to a human, would be very bad, and that they would not have the edge over the "lesser" (human) beings. So they commenced in working. I am going there now, to "help" them.
It feels wrong to let them win , and inflict more pain on something , as they did to me. But I have to obey. There is no turning back now. It might be nice. I am hoping to convince them that it should have a mind of it's own. That way, I can talk to it, share some of the pain. I can hope, and I can try. It will probably be male. That is what my genes alone will probably create. Or they will force them that way so as to get a stronger product. Who knows? I am only guessing.
As I reach the building, I cringe with the thought. I go in. A masked women is at the desk, and I tell; " The Unknown wanted me. I was supposed to meet them here. " "Yes. Just a minute please." I sat down in a oddly colored, oddly shaped chair. It was as hard as a rock. Not many people used it though, so I could see why. The Unknowns were also cheap. I browse the papers laying nearby. They list standards, all the weapons available. All that "good stuff" whatever your definition of good is.
I put down my hood. A few people stare, but when I look towards them, they snap their heads down, ashamed to be caught looking. I heard a few muffled whispers. "Riku, TB #1, 1-5 will see you." I shook my head, and pushed past the woman at the door. TB my ass. Stood for Tenetive Byproduct. I was no by product. I was myself, a slave more like. The room was bright , yet dark, no Surprise.
"Riku." I looked toward the sound." I thought you were changing my standard. I should be TS, not TB. I am no byproduct of you." "We will do it when we wish." "Do it now." They angered, but did so, taking out a card, and changing it, then slipping it into a slot. "As you wish" That was angry and nasty. But they knew not to fight with me.
"So what did you want? Do you have info 1st? Or do you just want the sample?" " Maybe both. We have some info concerning the girl...Kairi?" I started/" What info? What about her? Is she ..." "Yes, she is fine, and is living in a small place, which is uncertain to us. She is living a sad life. She is lonely, but get no ideas." "Anything else?" "Yes. Your friend Sora..is still living. We know no else. Just that he is alive." I paced a bit. Then bravely looked into the hood of 1 unknown. "Taking it that way? Ok, sit there," he said, pointing to a chair, with a strap, and hard surface. I glared at him, then walked over to sit in it, cringing at its coldness.
They took a knife, and slit a bit on my arm, which they had strapped on the arm of the chair. Then they took a syringe and took in some of my blood. They unstrapped me, and wiped off the cut, and wrapped it with a single bandage. They took the blood back into a room, and I saw no more of it. For a while.
A week later, I returned, and saw a large testube with a small form into it. But it was not mine, theirs, only theirs. I could see.
Authors notes: Luv ya if ya read it! Thanks a bunch , Please R/R!! PLEASE!!! Next chapter soon.