**Disclaimer: I do not own Zankyou no Terror or any of the characters in the anime. The title of the story is a lyric from the song "Von" by Yoko Kanno.**
Í Eilífri Hring (In an Eternal Circle)
Chapter VII: Our Monsters
"Where?" Twelve breathed. Lisa blinked slowly, her eyes traveling lower. Twelve followed her gaze, down her arm, to her bloodied hand resting on her stomach. There on her side were stitches. Or something like it. It appeared some areas were sloppy attempts at cauterization. His stomach soured. Oh, God no. Twelve gasped, realizing that Five had literally cut her open and put a bomb inside her. There was so much blood. "You'll be okay, Lisa." So much fucking blood. "I'm going to get you out of here." Twelve rambled in monotone in a desperate attempt to mask his sheer panic. The onset of fear, settling on his skin and cold on his bones. She had lost so much blood. Could she handle being cut open again? Could he handle using that rusty handsaw? "I promise you I won't leave you." She could die of infection. But if he left her like this the bomb would kill her. Lisa's eyes are drifting, heavy lidded, giving into death's lullaby.
It was barely perceptible. She had shook her head no. Her small voice rasped out a silent shiver. She couldn't speak, instead he watched her mouth the word "go." Twelve felt his heart seize. "No, Lisa. I can't leave you. I-I love you." He begged, regretting deeply, involving her in this. Life was cruel. "Please Lisa, open your eyes." His voice broken and afraid, tears down his cheeks. No, God no. Please I need more time. Lisa stilled in his arms. His world had set, everything was still, everything was quiet. She had illuminated everything that was in his world and just like that she melted everything that is, was and will ever be in his heart. Twelve crumbled. She is gone. The only one who ever truly loved him, forever asleep in this hall as if a part of a dream. He was dirty with blood on his hands. He who had revenge on his mind and hatred in his heart. He who was a sinful man, but she. She who was an angel. So pure... so loving. She who was innocent in all of this had died at his hand. He was nothing more than a murderer. He wanted to die. Why couldn't it have been him instead?
That was it. He would kill himself. Twelve's gaze fell onto the handsaw. He picked it up. He positioned the rusted blade against his wrist. A cold voice whispered. "You're going to do it?" It was Nine. Twelve doesn't answer. "You can still save her." Nine continued. Twelve doesn't glance up, fixated on the blade, steeled with the resolve to end his life. He felt ashamed and at a loss for words. Even in his betrayal, Nine was still trying to protect him. A selfish person like him didn't deserve Nine's friendship. "How?" Twelve's voice is hollow, devoid of hope. There's a clattering of metal on tile. Only then does he look up to see what Nine has kicked over. The taser. "You know what to do. There is still hope... Remember the book." Twelve hesitated, letting Nine's words sink in. He was right. There was still hope. In their days at The Facility, they had been used for a specific purpose. They had been controlled from the very beginning. That was until they found the book.
**Disclaimer: the paragraph below contains information from "How The Illuminati Create An Undetectable Total Mind Controlled Slave" by Fritz Springmeier.
I do not own the book.**
We learned that our tormentors were called programmers. Our torture was mind control techniques developed by German, Scottish, Italian and English Illuminati families. We learned we weren't the only ones, this has been going on for centuries since the days of ancient Egypt, ancient Babylon under the guise of mystery religions. Our abuser, Dr. Green was a war criminal known as Dr. Mengele, smuggled into other countries after the Nuremberg trials where he continued his Nazi doctor work. And he wasn't alone. Our monsters finally had a name: Nazis. The Nazis were known to have studied ancient Egyptian texts in their mind control research. It's no secret that Italy and Japan supported Dr. Green's leader who was called Hitler during World War II. Our anguish was recorded and kept a secret.
The secret of mind control techniques via sensory deprivation, starvation, severe physical abuse, satanic ritual abuse, rape and extreme sexual abuse are very-well guarded secrets. Secrets passed down through the monsters bloodlines. The purpose of the horrific abuse is to cause the victim's mind to split into pieces called alters that form amnesiac walls from the memories of the abuse. The programmers are aware of these alters and program them for sick, violent or perverse purposes unbeknownst to the victim. What was so fucked up is that this is happening in most countries, from ancient Egypt and Babylon, England, Japan and the United States. When we started to awaken our memories of the abuse and torture, we stumbled upon the book that gave us all the answers we were missing: "How The Illuminati Create An Undetectable Total Mind Controlled Slave" by Fritz Springmeier. I could go further down the rabbit hole, so far down that it's dark, dank and disgusting. That in North America the cult like CIA funded a nationwide brainwashing experiment called Mk Ultra. That there are children (that are like Five) with ties to pedophile rings. The CIA hired her pedophile father to sexually abuse her in exchange for payment so they can continue their "studies."
**End of book's information... back to my fictional story**
Five was used for fire experiments. Her skin pigment drained, mutated from the various drugs they pumped in her and became immune to the burns, but not the pain. The perfect spy and assassin needed for espionage and suicide missions. Nine was used for water experiments. His body exposed to arctic temperatures, ice submersion for long periods of time along with countless hours of brainwashing via hypnosis. His mind and body became stone. The perfect mercenary needed to follow orders no matter how extreme the terrain and the physical condition of his body. He would complete his mission without question, without fail and without confession. Then there was Twelve. He was used for electroshock experiments. They wanted to erase his mind and install a new one with enhanced abilities like superior mental capacities without any weaknesses like emotions. Multiple times a day he was electrocuted, forced into drug induced sleep and given high amounts of LSD. This would regress him to a childlike state unable to do simple skills like feed himself or use the bathroom. Then his programmer would try to build him back up with hours of the same prerecorded messages. There would be negative messages about his insecurities and then positive messages for thousands of times. The end result was a sadistic psychopath, he was given the task of aiding the programmer's with their work. He would often trick the children into trusting him so they would confide in him, if he found a flaw in their programming he would betray them and give them to their abusers. They would often ask him to do their dirty work whether that be to torture Six to the brink of death just to insure his programming was still working.
**Disclaimer: details about Twelve's abusive past is from an article called "The Toxic Legacy of Canada's CIA brainwashing experiments: They strip you of your soul" from the guardian's website. I do not own article.**