Chapter 2
The Process
REDACTED woke up at six in the morning to prepare for the so called therapy she was about to endure. Walking around the dimly lit room, she noticed the carvings of names and numbers into the wall behind the door.
"Lacroix? Killman? Nemesis? Must of been the people before me." REDACTED thought to herself. Sighing she walked over to the desk and sat down. Placing her head in her hands, she thought back to her younger years. Back to when she was innocent. Back to when she was whole. Back to when she was happy. Tears began to form but she shook them away. Standing up from the desk she walked to the door and opened it. She stepped into the brightly lit hallway and sighed.
"It's now or never." she thought to herself. She looked at the piece of paper that was delievered to her this morning and re-read the number. Therapy room 679. She turned left and began walking. Talon operatives stared her down all the way to the therapy room. Turning the cold metal knob, she stepped into a operating room filled with nothing but a hospital bed and a monitor. Nicolai was waiting for her with two other people dressed in medical uniforms.
"Well hello Ms. REDACTED. Welcome to the start of your new life. All you have to do is strip down to your under garments and lay upon the bed, and the medical professionals will begin your therapy." Nicolai gestured towards a changing room. REDACTED smiles and walks into the freezing changing room, and locks the door behind her. She takes a deep breathe and strips down to her bra and underwear, tossing her clothes in the bag that was hanging on the door hook. She unlocks the door and walks out, the stone floor cold upon her feet, her whole body shivering. She walks past Nicolai and towards the doctors. The motion for her to lay down, and she does. They strap her down to the bed and attach tubes to her head and arms. They stick needles into her chest and throat.
All the while, REDACTED can only think of her mother. Oh how she missed her mama, how she missed being innocent. The pain coming from the needles was nothing compared to the pain she felt inside her heart. She grimaced as they stuck a large metal syringe into her wrist that implanted a chip. Then everything went numb. She couldn't feel any of the needles, any of the tubes or the implant. She watched as they opened her chest and started to attach metal objects to organs. Then, white. Her brain went white. No sound, no picture, no smell, no taste. A flash of red appeared and visions of murderous rage wept through her, enraging the demon that was hidden deep. She could feel heat rising up her arms, down her legs and in her face. Every muscle tightened, every nerve tingling. She roared out in rage, her heart beating faster than a bullet. No pain, only death. No pain. Only death. No. Pain. Only. Death.
The sound of an alarm sounded through her ears, but she paid no heed. She only reacted. She saw humans and she killed them. Then the sound of a gun sounded, and pain exploded in her chest. She fell to the ground in pain and she came down from whatever high she was on. Fire surrounded her and the doctors where charred black. Nicolai stood above her, looking impressed but also scared. He held a rifle in his hand, REDACTED looked down at her hands, charred black just like the doctors, blood was pooling on the floor. She looked back at Nicolai, then black.
She woke up with chains around her whole body, armed guards pointing their rifles at her. Looking around, she saw Nicolai leaning back in a chair, sleeping. REDACTED coughed and he woke. Smirking he walked over, and placed his hand on her cheek.
"How did the little fire demon sleep after I almost had to kill you to stop you?" Nicolai smirked and walked around the bed she was strapped in.
"Pretty f*****g sh*tty. Everything hurts. What happened? What did you do to me? Why did you tap into my demon? That's is deadly?" REDACTED breathed out, her chest still on fire from the bullet wound.
"You have potential REDACTED. You have abilities we have never seen before. We want to do it again. We want you to be like you where, but with more control. Your next session is in an hour. Prepare yourself. Don't worry, you won't need to walk there, you need to stay confined." Nicolai nodded towards the chains and left the room. REDACTED screamed in pain and frustration. She didn't want to become the thing she has tried to keep hidden. She just wanted to kill with more skill, not become a f******g monster. She wrestled with the chains but they didn't budge. She screamed again, then settled. Screaming wouldn't solve anything. Only showing these people what she could become would solve anything.
About an hour later, Nicolai walked in with five armoured doctors and they wheeled her into the same room she was in before. REDACTED braced herself for what they where going to do to her. Ripping off her clothes, they attached the tubes and needles into her. The pain eventually numbed again and she went dark. Flash of red and it happened all over again, but this time she could control it. Breaking the chains, she stood up and looked at Nicolai, her whole body on fire.
"Is this what you want?! IS THIS HOW YOU WANT ME TO BE?!" REDACTED screamed at the top of her lungs. Fire exploded around her, scorching everything. The guards and Nicolai began shooting her, but at no avail. She only laughed. Then one of the doctors ripped the tubes out. REDACTED cringed in pain and fell to the floor. Nicolai grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her.
"This is EXACTLY what we want. But we want you to control yourself. We want you to be able to turn it on and off. We know how to do so too. Calm down and we'll fix it." Nicolai hissed in her ear. Seven guards held her down while two doctors implanted a rage defector inside her head. She was instantly able to turn off her ability. REDACTED was able to calm down to talk to Nicolai. Nicolai looked satisfied and impressed with the result. He held out his hand and helped REDACTED from the floor. He nodded and gave her a file with her codename. ASSASSIN-06 was printed on the outside in black bold letters.
"Welcome to Talon, Assassin-06, or 6." Nicolai bowed and left the room, the doctors and guards leaving with him, leaving 6 alone to herself.
"Assassin-06? 6? Sounds almost like I'm a machine. Sounds good though, I like it." 6 looked around and saw a note laying on top of a black uniform. The note read, 'Here you go 6. You're official uniform. Alter it in anyway you want. Your schedule and missions reports will be sent to your room after 4:30 -N" 6 sighs and puts on the uniform, then walks out of the medical room and wanders back to her room. It'll be mission time soon, and 6 will be ready. Her heart beating with excitement. Only God could stop her now.
