I'm extremely sorry for the delay but the finals were killers. I expect to update sooner and more now that school's over. Thanks for all the reviewers I Love you guys. I have a few thins to say first:

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Disclaimer: I do not own MR and I do not deserve it after making you wait so much for this.

Important: Since this is a filler it takes place between the two last POV in the last chapter. If you don't feel any emotions is because Fang right now can't feel anything. Also Fang is OCC but that's because he can't remember anything.

Chapter 8

Subject 10937424's POV

There was this bright light blinding me. I felt so angry for no reason. The only thing I was feeling right now was hate. It was eating through my core and sucking the life out of me. This pain, this sorrow that I was feeling was eating me alive.

The pain and rage was subsiding now. This abrupt change in feeling startled me. I finally got out of the trance completely. There was a dead guy next to me. Was that because of me?

I turned around and saw a bunch of people sitting around a table. I didn't understand why. Actually I didn't understand anything. Where was I? What was going on? Who am I?

That last question hit me like a ton of bricks. Who am I? I remember how to talk, breath, and eat, but what about everything else.

There was a blond man on the other side of the crystal that was separating me from him and the other persons. This guy was looking at me directly and was the first one who broke the silence.

"Do you know who you are?" Said the blond man.

What should I respond? Do I lie and see what happens or do I tell the truth and see if they could help me. Inside of me I felt like I didn't want to show weakness, but was it worth it. I wouldn't admit this to anyone, but I was lost. I know the difference between being happy and angry but I can't feel that difference.

"No," I answered emotionless.

That seemed to please him, but still he pushed it. "You know that we created you, subject 10937424, and you will do as we say?"

So they created me. That's why I didn't remember anything. There wasn't anything to remember, they created me. I was their property. So I just nodded in acceptance.

The blond guy with a satisfied smile proclaimed, "The Apocalypse project is officially on motion."

Later, they moved me to a cell. The cell had a bed on one side, and a door at the other side that connected with a bathroom. They feed me and gave me water. After that they left. I took a bath and discover something on my back. They felt like wings.

How did I know how wings felt? I don't know, but neither did I know how I learned to speak.

I walked to a mirror that was on top of the sink and turned my back to it. When I turned my face I could see the pair of jet black wings. I tried to move them but it was useless. The wings didn't work. I needed to ask what were those doing on my back, but maybe later. I went to my mattress and laid on it. So many questions; even though I know that I was created here, still there is a feeling deep inside me that knows that there is more about me than what they are letting me know.

Then I fell into a deep slumber.

I waked up at the sound of my cell being opened. The same guy that talked to me earlier stepped inside the cell. He was tall and looked in a hurry.

"I've come here to explain to you the mission you were created to do. I have to do it fast because I have a mission of my own to complete." The blond guy said.

"Can I ask you something first?"

"Sure," he answered.

"What's your name?"

"Dylan, but why do you want to know?" Dylan asked.

"What's my name?"

"Why do you even want to know?" It was clear the questions were beginning to bother him.

"Well, I know what a name is and a name gives identity to someone. I want one. Everyone has one; I want one too. I want to have an identity."

"Look, your name is Subject 10937424 and you are going to kill half of the world's human population. Jeb will give you the full instructions and all the faces of the people you are going to kill to you in a few days. That's all you need to know." He stand up quickly and was about to leave but I decided to ask something else first.

"Why do I have wings?" That seemed to stop him on his tracks. He turned around and gave me a simple answer.

"Those were a mistake, you weren't meant to have them." With that he left.

Apparently Dylan was very angry, because that same evening Jeb came to my cell to talk to me.

"You understand your duty, right?"

"Yes," what other answer could I give?

He explained everything about the Apocalypse project and what was my role in it. But still I couldn't shake the feeling that he was hiding something from me. He even explained that the wings were a mistake; the same thing that Dylan told me, but I didn't bought it.

"The past," I whispered.

"Did you say something?" Jeb asked.

"Do I have a past, friends family, a lover? What about the most basic thing, a mother?" I was intrigued.

"No, you were created here and-"

"No, that can't be it. I must have something, I can feel it."

"Don't push it Fang, some things are better left untouched." He retorted.

"What did you call me?"

"Nothing, just please leave things as they are already. I know that if you are strong enough you'll find all the answers you need." Jeb sounded like my conscience, which is weird. I know what a conscience is but I don't have one.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that I expect a lot more from you and though I know that you will not trust me ever, I still want you to do the right thing at the end. You must begin to separate what's good from what's wrong." Why wouldn't I trust him?

"How am I going to know that?" I felt so stupid. I know that good is what you are supposed to do and evil is what you aren't supposed to do, but how do I know the difference. The world isn't black and white, is more like gray.

"You have to find out that for yourself. Are you going to fulfill your mission?" Jeb was telling me to do that, so that means that killing half of the planet's population was the right thing to do.

"I will." I'll do it no matter what or who tries to stop me.

With a sad smile on his face he walked out of my cell. Isn't finishing the mission what he wants me to do? Humans are so difficult; they want you to do something they don't want to do. I'm not human, Jeb didn't say it but it was obvious. If I wasn't born like them and I didn't feel like them that means I'm not one of them. Now killing them has become a lot easier.

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Quest:The person who guesses first what really is going on with Max and why, earns a chapter dedicated to him or her and also he gets to be in the story. I don't know how but I'll make it happen.