A week after Professor Stryker captured Zaire; he had all her memory erased permanently. Unfortunately for him, he had only succeeded in shutting away her memories in her mind. Now Stryker has plans for the little girl, plans that would make her the ultimate weapon. Sadly, the process of locking away her memories caused Zaire to fall into a coma for several weeks. Afraid of losing the opportunity to create the world's greatest weapon of mass destruction, Stryker hired several surgeons to help bring Zaire out of the coma. Successfully they achieved in awaking the young girl but she remembers nothing of her past.
Stryker's POV"Professor, she's awake." Said a doctor.
"Does she remember anything?" I asked anxiously.
"Nope. But at the moment she's afraid. She needs to be calmed, immediately." Replied the doctor.
"All right. I'll calm here down." I started to walk towards the bed in which the girl sat in.
" But sir, what will you tell her when she asks who you are and her situation?" questioned the doctor.
"Simple. I lie to her and say I'm her father. I'll tell her that she's apparently sick with a rare disease with no cure and that I want her to live but she needs to take tests and operations to help her get better for her daddy. Then I'll ask her to sign a contract agreeing to all this testing which in truth is us forming her into a powerful weapon for the government. And also that she's weak and young, so she needs to do exercise and still go to school. In reality, we'll hire personal trainers who will teach her fighting from martial arts to sword fighting to expert weapon handling like knife handling. Of course she needs to use her brain, so we'll hire personal tutors teaching her beyond her years of math, history, English and science etc. Not only will she be the most powerful weapon in the world but the most intelligent cunning in strategically situations. And if she obeys to my every whim, I'll give her something as an award. Of course I'll have to pretend to love and show it as well but nothing is for real. Does that answer your question?" I lectured smugly at the awed doctor.
"Y-y-yes sir." He stuttered out. Nodding at him, I head towards the little mutant, with arms outstretched shouting with fake tears in my eyes, "Daughter! You're awake! Thank god! I was afraid I lost you forever!"
"Father?" wondered the confused girl. "You're my father? Where's my mother, then? "
"Darling don't you remember your own father? Don't you remember anything? Mommy died in an accident 5 years ago. Give your dad a hug!" I faked a smile and gave Zaire a big hug.
"Who am I? Why am I here? What's wrong with me?" she demanded, breaking away from the embrace. Ugh, nosy children! I thought. This is going to be harder than I thought. Putting on a sad frown, I answered her questions, "Honey don't you know who you are? You're Elizabeth Anna Stryker, daughter of James Stryker and Anna Stryker. You are sick with an incurable disease and I've hired doctors to come and make you better. Unfortunately, you need to take tests and operations to make you feel better. You've just been in a coma so you're weak and fragile and you need to take exercise. You're close to death but I'll help you get better and livelonger! Ok sweetie?" I opened my arms for another hug and she hugged me. Memories of my true dead daughter Elizabeth filled my mind. I gently pulled away and kissed her forehead. Sweet scents of mango from her hair filled my nose.
"Now Elizabeth, in order for you take the tests you must sign a contract agreeing to everything." I pushed a table with the contract and a pen on top of it towards her.
"It will make me fill better?" she asked, looking into my eyes.
"Yes. Do it for daddy." I replied and I watched her take the pen and write her new name on the contract.
"That's my brave girl. Now go and rest up for tomorrow we have a big day. Your training starts and so will the testing." I started to walk away from her with contract in hand.
"Ok daddy. Goodnight." Closing her eyes she fell back into the bed and was asleep. I smiled evilly to my self and turned off the lights. Let the games begin!
