Hello lovelies, I know that I have been saying that I was going to rewrite the story for a while, and I finally caught up to the chapter limit I had before. Unfortunately, I will not be all caught up to where I was in the original, but that is because I am adding more detail to the story. I am so excited for how the story is going to go, and I hope you are too. When I catch up to the point in the original plot, chapters might be a little bit sower as I will be mapping out the episodes to plan for farther down the story. Well, that's all I had to say so I will get on with the magic and then the quote.
Guest: I plan on writing many more chapters, so no need to worry
LunaWolfSunTigress15: Thank you Luna. I'm glad that you lie them
Nini: I only stopped for a bit so that I could polish the story more. Do not worry, there is more to come
On with the quote!
"Absent a sense of the preciousness of one's own life, why respect the life of anyone else?"
- Kentetsu Takamori
ooo0 The Kunoichi's Revenge 0ooo
The only sound that could be heard in the almost blinding white, sterile room was the stomps caused by a heavily pregnant woman with breathtaking skin that was a dark blue with swirls of dark purple, light purple, teal, and pink with white dots that burned bright like stars. The room itself only held a bed, a desk, a dresser, a bathroom through an open doorway, and a closet that also didn't have a doorway. As for the woman, she had long hair that matched her skin that reached her hips who did not wear anything to cover herself. Grumbles fell from the woman's plump lips while she rubbed circles into her protruding belly. Through a large two way window, a group of scientists in white lab coats looked down upon the pacing woman with cold, calculating eyes. In the room, there was a control panel right in front of the mirror while a few chairs littered the room at tables that had stacks of papers.
"Tell me when your contractions get closer together Subject 332," one of the scientists spoke into the microphone that was connected to the control panel.
Hatred burned in the woman's eyes that changed to every different color of the rainbow for the group of scientists that were behind the dark window in the upper part of the wall. For nine months she has been a captive in this facility and at the time, she hadn't known that she was pregnant. However, after her third month in captivity, she had started to notice that her stomach was starting to grow and it was then that she realized that she was pregnant. When she was in the beginning stages of her pregnancy, she had tried hard to escape to return home but she was always recaptured and returned to her lonely cell. To make sure that she would not be able to escape again after her fifth attempt, they had moved her to a room made out of plastic. For the rest of her time trapped in the plastic room, food was pushed through a slot in the door three times a day but besides that she was left alone in her room. Now that she was having contractions and her baby was to be born at any time, the scientists who were watching over the woman were waiting for an ample time to grab the woman when she was in too much pain to try to attack the guards who would take her to the birthing room.
"Μην ανησυχείς για το μικρό(Don't worry little one)," the woman whispered down passionately to her stomach.
"Μια μέρα θα σας βγάλω από εδώ(One day I will get you out of here)."
As if to answer their mother, the child kicked against her mother's stomach at the same time another contraction wracked her body. A gasp of pain left the woman as she hunched over slightly due to the pain. When the scientists realized that another contraction had hit the woman, they started barking orders through walkie-talkies. Almost instantaneously, a small group of burly men in black and gray ninja uniform rushed into the room to surround the woman. She eyed the large ring of men who had surrounded her warily while her hands rose up in a defensive stance to at least try to protect herself. If she needed to, she would manipulate the blood in the men's bodies to get herself and her unborn child out of the facility.
"Get the cuffs on her!" one of the men called out to the others while moving to get in the woman's focus.
So that's the leader, the woman mused to herself. I should take him out first, but I can't take my eyes off the others or I will be done for. The head guard made to take a step forward that the woman met with a blast of air from her palm as she thrusted her hand forwards. The leader bowled over backwards with the blow while the other guards slowly inched forward.
"Get back!" the woman barked out in heavy accented English.
The leader who had landed on his stomach quickly got back up in a crouch.
"We can't do that Subject 332," he told her in an even tone. "We need Subject 333."
The woman curled her lip at his words while she raised her arms up for another attack. Before she could let anymore air currents shoot at the men, another contraction hit her that had her curling in on herself in an attempt to lessen the pain. The leader took this as an opportunity to nod his head for the guards behind the woman to rush forward and clamp some wooden handcuffs around her wrists. Fatigue washed over the woman when the wood touched her skin and two of the guards had to rush forward to catch her before she fell to the floor.
"We have contained Subject 332," the leader told his superiors through a communicator that was strapped to his wrist.
"Excellent," a woman's voice purred over the comm device. "Bring her to the birthing chamber at once."
"Understood."
With another jerk of his head, the man gestured for his team to pick up the woman who was trying in vain to get out of their hands.
"Unhand me!" she shouted despite the overwhelming fatigue that was threatening to overwhelm her.
The team ignored her shouts and complaints as they took a firm hold of the woman's arms and legs so that she was suspended between the guards which left her with little room to try to break free. The leader nodded to himself in satisfaction at the scene before him then followed closely behind his team on their way to the birthing chamber that had been constructed shortly after Subject 332 had been captured and she had been discovered as pregnant. With each struggle, the woman grew weaker and weaker until she couldn't even fight back by the time she was placed on the table and her legs were strapped apart for delivery. Since she was not fighting back anymore, the leader took the wooden cuffs off the woman to instead strap her arms down out from her body on the specially made table. A cry left the woman as another contraction hit her while a team of nurses and a doctor quickly scrubbed up for the procedure in the corner of the room. By the time the team was ready, the contraction had subsided for the woman so that she could pant and try to catch her breath. Her hair stuck to her forehead with sweat while her head rolled to the side on the table. I'm sorry my love, the woman cried in her mind. I'm sorry I couldn't get the both of us out of here before I gave birth. I'm sorry that you can't be here for the birth of your first born. The rest of her thoughts were interrupted by another contraction that had her screaming out into the room.
"We need you to breathe for us Subject 332," the doctor told the woman who was glaring as much as she could through her pain. The audacity of this human, the woman seethed in her mind.
"Γαμώστε τον βρώμικο άνθρωπο (Fuck you filthy human)," the woman hissed in barely contained anger.
Despite the female doctor being a Greek woman herself, she didn't react to what the strapped down woman had said. She instead kept her face neutral with indifferent dark eyes watching the progress of the woman's dilation. The woman continued to curse in Greek/Kellonian as contraction after contraction swept through her body. The woman was so weak yet she made herself focus so that she could safely deliver her child into the world. As was expected of a human birth, the doctor watched as the woman dilated fully to ten centimeters.
"You can push now Subject 332," the doctor urged.
The woman gathered her strength for a push while light seemed to shine brightly from the stars in her skin until the doctor was blinded from the intense light that came from the Kellonian woman. Both the doctor and the woman gave out screams of pain, the woman because of the birth and the doctor because of the third degree burns that had appeared on her face due to the light from the woman. The burns eventually turned into white, blistering skin as the doctor slumped to the ground and the light faded from the woman to reveal a small baby who resembled their mother who was crying out into the room. Luckily one of the nurses was able to catch the newborn infant before they fell to the ground.
"My baby," the woman called out to her newborn who was held securely in a nurse's arms who was bringing the tiny babe over to the water to give them a bath.
"It's a girl," the nurse told another doctor who had come into the delivery room once the corpse of the former doctor had been removed.
"Too bad," the now male doctor commented with a small frown.
"But she will have to do. Wrap her up and take her away."
"Yes, Doctor," the nurse who held the babe nodded before hurrying off to follow the doctor's orders.
When the woman had noticed that she couldn't feel her newborn daughter's skin against hers, her eyes shot open to see her daughter being taken from the room.
"Που παίρνεις το μωρό μου(Where are you taking my baby)?!" the woman demanded in a horse voice, her anger simmering under her fatigue.
"You need not worry Subject 332," the doctor told her while pulling a syringe from a tray.
"We will take care of Subject 333."
The woman wanted to put up a fuss to get her daughter into her arms, but the doctor had plunged the syringe into her arm and injected her with the clear liquid inside. Her thoughts turned foggy and her head lolled from side to side as she tried her hardest to focus on her desire to get her daughter back. Before long she had to fight to stay awake and she ended up losing. As soon as the woman was out, the same group of guards that had escorted the woman to the birthing room filed in.
"Take Subject 332 back to her room," the doctor ordered the guards.
"Yes, sir," the leader said with a fist over his heart and a slight bow.
Only a nod of his head was needed to send his team forward and unstrap the woman from the birthing table. Instead of trying to restrain a fighting woman, the group of guards held the limp form of the woman who moved with each little movement of the guards. There was little care in the guards' movements as they all brought the woman back to the cell that she had been in before and all but threw her onto her bed before leaving her in an uncomfortable position on top of her blankets.
During the first few hours of the birth of Subject 333, the scientists had tried to make a formula to feed the hungry infant only for every attempt to be met with failure. Some made the small infant spit it back up within seconds while others the infant wouldn't even try to eat. That left the infant insanely hungry, crying out its hunger until the people in charge of taking care of her couldn't take it anymore. The ones in charge didn't want to let the infant be anywhere near Subject 332, yet they had no choice when they couldn't find any sort of alternative food choice for the young babe. When two guards showed up at Subject 332's door with the babe in hand, much to Subject 332's surprise after being left by herself without her child for hours. As soon as she saw her daughter swaddled in a fluffy pink blanket, her stars shone brightly against her galaxy colored skin while her eyes flitted through every shade of color imaginable and then some that has never been seen before.
"We are here to make sure Subject 333 is fed," the guard leader told Subject 332 with an even tone.
"After she has been fed, we will take her back."
Subject 332 was beyond furious that they were keeping her daughter from her, but she held in her anger lest they just take the milk from her body instead of allowing her to breastfeed her baby. Without saying a word, Subject 332 held her arms out for her baby. When Subject 333 was placed in her mother's arms, the baby who was fussy before in the guard's arms as well as with her assigned caretakers now looked up at Subject 332 with a look of awe. A giggle/gurgle was aimed at the woman while a big gummy smile beamed up from the little cherubic face. Subject 332's heart warmed at the sight of her daughter while she rocked her a little to make her laugh.
"Subject 332," the guard leader jumped in that had the woman frowning. She grumbled under her breath in her native language as she gently moved her daughter so that she could eat. Subject 333 did not hesitate to latch onto the woman's nipple and tuck into her long awaited first meal. A sense of peace settled over Subject 332 as she watched her daughter eat.
"Θα χρειαστείτε ένα μικρό όνομα(You'll need a name little one)," Subject 332 whispered to her daughter.
"Νομίζω ότι θα σας ονομάσω Ουράνια. Ο πατέρας σου αγαπούσε πολύ το όνομα(I think I'll name you Ourania. Your father was very fond of the name)."
Expressive eyes that swirled with colors looked up at her mother while Subject 332 smiled softly down at her daughter. The woman simply watched her daughter eat until she couldn't anymore then moved her so that she could be burped. As soon as the babe let out a small burp against her mother's shoulder, the lead guard stepped forward to take the babe back.
"That is enough Subject 332," he said while scooping the small infant up. The woman's eyes shone a bright molten gold at having her daughter taken from her, but she forced herself to stay in place and not lash out. She sadly watched her young daughter be taken out the door with her crying all the way. It's alright αγαπούλα μου(my little love), the woman thought to her retreating daughter. I will see you soon.
As soon as the small Ourania was able to be weaned off of breastfeeding, she was kept from her mother. At first she had put up some resistance to being away from her mother, but she had learned to behave when her handlers would threaten her mother for her compliance. The process of teaching the young babe was going wonderfully until she couldn't quite control her powers. At first it was little things like lifting things off of the ground or causing some water to splash at her handlers, but when it escalated into injuries to her handlers, she was taken back to her mother so that she could be taught how to control her powers.
"She should have been learning her powers from me sooner," her mother had quipped to herself as Ourania ran towards her mother in a room that was specifically made to withstand a Kellonian's power.
"γεια σας αγαπούλα μου(Hello my little love)," Subject 332 greeted her daughter who had a large smile for her mother.
"Μαμά(Mama)," Ourania returned while she held her arms up so that her mother would pick her up.
Her mother didn't hesitate to scoop her up and smother her face with kisses. Childish giggles came from the little child who happily soaked up her mother's attention. Subject 332 even went a step further and started to nuzzle Ourania's stomach that had her howling with laughter.
"That will be enough Subject 332," one of the scientists spoke over the speakers that cut the mother daughter moment short. Subject 332's smile fell at the fact that the scientists were monitoring and regulating her interaction with her daughter, but she smiled again when she realized that she still had the chance to see her.
"Why don't we start with you showing me what you can do αγαπούλα μου," Subject 332 suggested while she set her daughter back on her feet.
"Okay Mama," Ourania agreed excitedly.
With a look of deep concentration, the small toddler rose up from the floor a few inches.
"That's wonderful αγαπούλα μου," Subject 332 praised her daughter as Ourania flew over towards her mother. Now that she had shown her mother that she could fly, Ourania touched back down to the ground.
"I can also do this Mama," Ourania giggled while she let one of her feet pass through the floor as if it wasn't there.
"Your father's people have the same abilities," Subject 332 told her daughter who looked up at her mother in confusion that had her foot slip back out of the ground.
"What about Papa?" Ourania questioned. "Why isn't he here with us?"
Subject 332's eyes conveyed the heartache that she felt at her daughter not knowing her father. A simple excursion to Earth had turned out horribly wrong and she had been captured by humans before she could find her husband.
"Your father wants to be here with us αγαπούλα μου," Subject 332 assured her daughter.
"Λόγω των ανθρώπων που δεν μπορούμε να τον δούμε(It's because of the humans that we can't see him)."
"Γιατί μαμά(Why Mama)?"
"Με πήραν από τον πατέρα σου και δεν ξέρει πού είμαστε(They took me from your father and he doesn't know where we are)."
Little Ourania looked so distressed at her mother's words yet she calmed down when the woman kneeled down to her level.
"Μην ανησυχείτε αγαπούλα μου. Θα μας βγάλει από εδώ και θα επιστρέψω στον πατέρα σου(Worry not, my little love. I will get us out of here and back to your father)."
Ourania gave a little sniffle yet nodded to show that she understood what her mother had said.
"Okay Mama."
"Good. Now show me what else you can do."
Ourania's little brow knitted again in concentration that had her form rippling in and out of sight until only her legs were visible. It seemed like she couldn't hold that for long because she gave a deep breath that brought her back into view. At the sight of her mother's bright smile, Ourania felt happiness well up in her chest at the pride that she saw in her mother's face and eyes. She then went on to make the stone floor of the room rumble a little. As if it was possible, the smile on Subject 332's face grew even bigger at the fact that her daughter was now showing signs of having powers like her. At the unspoken encouragement from her mother, Ourania left the stone alone and focused on the other elements. The water in pots that lined the room rose up a few inches before they fell back into the pots. The air in the room whipped the both of their hair around them as if they were outside amongst a lazy summer breeze. For Ourania's last trick, she let a lick of fire flicker to life in the palm of her hand. At the sight of her daughter weilding fire, Subject 332's smile fell a little. Her husband could not handle fire at all and she had not expected her daughter to be able to wield the scorching element.
"Δεν σας φοβίζει να κάνετε φωτιά από τα χέρια σας(Does making fire from your hands not scare you)?" Subject 332 questioned her daughter who looked up at her mother with confusion.
"Όχι, μαμά. Η φωτιά μου ηρεμεί(No, Mama. My fire is calming)."
Subject 332 still looked a little apprehensive at the turn of events but she took her daughter's word for it and let the subject slide.
"You've done a great job αγαπούλα μου," Subject 332 congratulated her daughter.
"Thank you Mama."
"We'll call it a day for today and tomorrow we can start honing your abilities."
It took about a month and a half before Ouranaia was able to use her powers without accidentally losing control and harming a human. She was trained strictly by her mother who had watched her daughter grow with both pride and dread. She was glad that her daughter was coming into her powers, yet she also knew that the scientists and their employers would exploit her daughter to work for them. It was two months after Ourania had gotten control over her powers that she was given a ninjutsu master to teach her how to fight. During one of Ourania's training sessions, she was working on raising the level of her flight when the door to the training room flew open. Ourania slowly floated back down to the ground to stare at the tall woman dressed in black spandex with gray shinobi armor over that and a large kusarigama strapped to her back. Instead of having her face covered like the other guards, her face was free which let Ourania and her mother see that she was a young adult with chin length crimson red hair and emerald green eyes. Seeing as though Subject 332 had not seen the woman before nor was she informed of someone coming to their training sessions, she pulled her daughter behind her and raised her arms in preparation to fight.
"I am not here to harm any of you," the woman assured both Subject 332 and Ourania.
"I am here to further educate Subject 333."
"I am training my daughter," Subject 332 protested with narrowed eyes.
"What is to happen if she cannot use her powers?" the woman pointed out with a raised eyebrow.
"I am here to teach her how to fight without the use of her powers."
Even though Subject 332 was hesitant about the new addition, she also saw the wisdom in the woman's words.
"What am I to call you woman?" Subject 332 questioned.
"You may call me August."
August's emerald green eyes took in Subject 332 with calculating eyes but they softened slightly when she saw just how young and small Ourania is. She really did not approve of training such a small child to kill with no choice in the matter, yet she did not have the luxury of saying no to the people who ran the facility.
"Hello Subject 333," August greeted the small child who had peaked out from behind her mother's legs in curiosity at the woman who was in the training room.
"Hello," Ourania returned.
"I am the one who is going to be training you to fight. You are to call me Sensei from here on out. Any order that I give you you must follow without hesitation. Is that understood?"
Ourania looked to her mother to see if what August was saying was true, to which Subject 332 gave a curt nod.
"Yes, August."
"Try again," August corrected without any hesitation.
"Yes, Sensei."
"Good. Now I will watch you train with your powers so that I can better tailor your training."
ooo0ooo
For nine years, August and Subject 332 taught Ourania how to fight with her powers, without her powers, and with a combination of her ninjutsu training and her powers. As time went on, August's harsh treatment of Ourania melted away until she had come to think of her as a niece. Along with her ninjutsu training, August taught Ourania the Japanese language and culture from her time studying to fight in Japan. August also advocated for Ourania to learn other subjects like math, literature, science, geography, and history. The ones who ran the facility had protested since they had not seen the point, but August had pointed out that the subjects would help Ourania with her missions. After some thought, they had finally agreed and Ourania was to be taught by teachers that were hand picked by the higher ups who were instructed that they were to keep themselves emotionally detached from the young girl. During the nine years of training, Ourania tried her hardest to learn everything that her teachers, August, and her mother was teaching her to the point that the higher ups had decided that Ourania was trained enough to go out on her own for missions. Her mother was worried for her daughter, but August assured her that she would oversee Ourania's first missions and would step in if it looked like she was in danger. That managed to calm Subject 332 enough to where she wasn't as worried as she was before. Thankfully, Ourania's first missions were simple stealing and espionage that left little risk of her getting hurt. Both August and Subject 332 were relieved at the mission delegations until the missions started to escalate. At first the missions had to involve Ourania knocking around some thugs or people who went against the ones who ran the facility to outright assassinations. At first, Ourania had a hard time coming to terms with taking a life, but she had to force herself to kill when the life of her mother, August, and August's twin sister were threatened if she would not go through with her missions. She ended up having to bury her emotions deep down and made herself into a near emotionless assassin who followed her orders to the tee. At first, it was something that she could live with, but as the years went on, August couldn't just sit back and watch Ourania fade away into a doll. Even Subject 332 was beginning to worry about her daughter, but she couldn't think of any way that she would be able to get both her and her daughter out of the facility safely. When August learned of what Subject 332 was trying to do, she supported her wholeheartedly and started planning ways to get them all out of the facility.
"Are you sure that you are able to help us August?" Subject 332 asked August when the red haired woman watched over her young student as she went through her katas.
"Of course I am Alex," August assured the alien woman in hushed tones.
"I'm almost done scoping out the escape route and then we can get us out of here."
"And then my Ourania can be free of this place."
"After all that she has been through," August commented with a sigh.
"She deserves a life where she can live how she wants."
ooo0ooo
It took two months for August to scope out the whole security system of the facility so that they would be able to make a clean escape. When she relayed to Alexandra the layout, they both agreed that it would be best to escape during the night so that they would have the shadows helping them out. The night that they had set out to enact their plan, August had stopped Ourania from going to her room for the night. Rather than question her teacher's orders like anyone else would have, Ourania simply looked up at August to await further orders. That only made August leading Ourania to the rendezvous point where Alexandra was waiting for them easier. The situation seemed to confuse Ourania a little bit, but she didn't question why her mother was meeting up with them.
"Ourania, go into stealth mode," August told her student who didn't hesitate to disappear from sight. Alexandra didn't have the same advantage as her daughter with camouflage so she tried to stick more to the shadows to avoid being detected. They all successfully weaved through the many twists and turns that made up the facility as the group made they're way up the many levels of the building from the lowest level. They had just made it to the above ground level of the facility when they hit a snag in their plan. While August had mapped out the hallways of the facility, the higher ups had put up heat sensors without August knowing which Ourania triggered that sent a loud siren going off.
"Damn it," August hissed in frustration at the turn of events.
"They must have put in heat sensors without me knowing."
Before either August or Alexandra could try to come with an alternative plan, they could hear the guards rush out of their posts. Fear settled in Alexandra's veins at the situation, but dread constricted her heart when she thought about her daughter being caught and punished for an attempted escape. She had to do whatever it took to make sure that Ourania would be able to escape the facility with the chance of a better future on Earth. If she was lucky, maybe her father was still searching for them and would be able to find them.
"August, I want you to take Ourania and get her out of here," Alexandra told the red haired kunoichi.
"What about you?" August questioned with furrowed brows.
"I will keep them busy while you two get away."
Since there was a possibility that she wouldn't see her daughter again, Alexandra knelt down in front of her daughter and placed her hands on her shoulders that had Ourania looking down into her mother's swirling eyes.
"Άκουσέ με Ουράνια(Listen to me Ourania)," Alexandra began so that her daughter knew how serious the situation was.
"Αν δεν ξαναβλέπουμε ο ένας τον άλλο, θέλω να γνωρίζετε την πραγματική σας ταυτότητα. Είστε η κόρη του Βασιλιά T'aken Sh'azz του Άρη και της Βασίλισσας Αλεξάνδρας της Κελλονίας και του Άρη. Είστε η πριγκίπισσα Ουρανία του Άρη(If we do not see each other again, I want you to know your true identity. You are the daughter of King T'aken Sh'azz of Mars and Queen Alexandra of Kellonia and Mars. You are Princess Ourania of Mars)."
Ourania was just able to register what her mother was saying before Alexandra took off down a different hallway.
"We need to get out of here and quickly," August told her student.
"Since we aren't in the lower levels, I can phase us out of here," Ourania offered with no emotion in her voice.
August frowned at Ourania's obvious lack of emotion, yet she put that to the back of her mind to worry about later. In the nonverbal language that August had made for the both of them, she told Ourania to go along with her plan. Ourania took August's hand in her own and allowed their bodies to slip through the walls of the building until they were outside looking up at the night sky. Once they were outside, Ourania let go of her sensei's hand and let her own body fall back into stealth mode. August took to the treetops while Ourania flew at the level of the branches. The two had just made it past the outer rim of the facility perimeter when the building behind them exploded in a great wave that had the trees around them shaking with the force. August whipped around to watch the fire blaze behind them while Ourania watched the fire with wide eyes and shaking limbs. Her camouflage flickered in and out of existence as her body swiftly sank towards the ground. Cursing her luck in her head, August caught Ourania before she could reach under the protective foliage of the trees and hastily covered her eyes to block out the sight of the fire.
"Don't look Ourania," August insisted with a rush. "We still have a ways to go to get to safety."
"What of Mother?" Ourania questioned with a slight waver in her voice.
"She'll catch up with us," August said softly, not having the heart to tell her charge that her mother was most likely dead. She could wait until there was no doubt that Alexandra was never coming back.
"Where are we going?"
"There is a town a few miles out that we can grab a ride in and head to our new lives."
Now that they had a plan of action, Ourania rose to fly in the air and continue forward with the fire growing farther and farther away.
ooo0 The Kunoichi's Revenge 0ooo
And there we have it, the first chapter of the new version of the story. To be honest, not much has changed with this version, but I have expanded on what is already there. I have to say, my heart broke a little for little Ourania and how she had to deal with being a child soldier. She deserved to escape the Facility and get a life of freedom. This chapter was basically setting the stage and the next one will continue on and introduce new characters. If you have and questions or comments, feel free to pm me or leave a review. Remember, reviews are magic!
-White Wolf