Chapter 2
Cr breathed heavily, trying to regain some air back into her lungs, looking up just in time to see her attacker coming straight for her. She gasped as her sudden lurch backwards to avoid the attack brings her attention back to her bruised ribs. Cr almost cry out when he punches her again, rebruising her recently healed jaw. When she's punched a third time, she shakes away her dizziness and falls on the floor. Half a second barely passes and she tries to get up, her aching legs and arms visibly trembling with effort as she heaves herself up. She glared up at her opponent with her good eye, her other eye swollen shut. Cr snarls at him once more before lunging at him once more. He side steps the weak attempt. She turns around to try again, much slower this time, her tiredness catching up with her. Her half hearted attack was dodged and she was kicked in the stomach, again. The weak girl gasps and falls to the floor, this time staying down.
"It lasted longer this time,"
"Only barely,"
"It's technique seems worse,"
"Yes, but it's strength is growing, along with its agility,"
"Those mean nothing if it doesn't know how to use them,"
She squeezes her eyes shut, trying to block out the stupid scientists' voices. She barely manages to restrain herself from attacking them and tearing out their vocal cords. I. Am. Not. An. IT.
"Escort it back to it's pod, it needs to heal," she lets out a low growl before being pulled up to her feet and is shoved forward. She glares at her handlers and then at her creators. The handlers don't do anything but the scientists notice and start talking amongst themselves about it.
"It needs another sessions,"
"We need a full treatment this time. We owe too many favors in return of this insubordination," She furrows her eyebrows. Treatment? What treatment? Her eye grows wide. No. It can't be.
"DON'T YOU DARE LET THAT PSYCHO IN MY HEAD AGAIN!" She roars at them, being restrained by her handlers at the last millisecond before she could attack them. "I WILL NOT BE LOSING MY MEMORIES AGAIN!" All she can see is red. Nothing is in focus. The desperate, furious girl screams and claws at them, trying to be free, not even aware that she was just tranquilized. She don't feel it until they do it twice more. "Don't…. you….. daaaree…." her voice fades away with her consciousness. All she hears before she's out could is "Don't worry, it's not… this time….."
She wakes up in her pod, fully restrained and fully healed. She blinks in confusion. What happened? How long had she been out for? She feels the base of her neck throbbing softly. She shivers in discomfort. When she looks up, Cr finally notices the person standing in front of her whose face was hidden in the shadows.
"Hello, Cr. I see you've been rehabilitated. Again. You've been causing a lot of issues for somebody so small and weak." Cr wants to get mad and insult him, but something in her subconscious held her back. She settled by glaring softly at him. "Well, if you don't want to talk, that's fine. Straight to business then. Command Project Cr kia194.w4dlr I am your new master, Lex Luthor." Her brain shuts down and her eyes glaze over. "Confirm entry."
"Entry confirmed, new master Lex Luthor. Awaiting first command." She asks monotonously, sounding almost exactly like a robot. The man smirks.
"Escape from your pod." Cr slowly looks down at her restraints and flexes her arms, pulling them up. The cuffs break instantly, as though they were made of styrofoam. The same happens with her ankles. She reaches up and rips off her inhibitor collar that's built into the pod. She punches the glass door and steps out in front of her new master, who is still smirking but with an indistinguishable glint in his eyes. "Good."
"Awaiting follow up command." She continues.
"Follow me. Do not attack anyone unless I say so," So she follows him out of the room and along the maze of hallways. They eventually come across an elevator where a man and woman are waiting.
"I assume that the chip is doing it's job correctly?" Her new master nods his head in satisfactory.
"She obeys my every command." The male scientist grimaced.
"Technically, it is an it since it was born in a lab. It should be able to change between genders but so far, it hasn't. I don't understand why you wanted it in the first place. It was a complete failure. It's a freak of nature. It's not human, but it's not anything else, either." Luthor just smiled.
"It may prove useful in the future. It just needs some professional training." They just nod, not exactly convinced, but happy to be rid of it anyway.
"Oh, and would you please send us its physical improvement during its training? We would just love to see just how powerful the weakling can be. And to see its pain tolerance. We need the data for future projects." Luthor nodded dismissively.
"Of course. What exactly does the chip do? I assume send her back here if the chip needs fixing." The woman nods.
"The chip is a precaution because of what happened with Project Kr. The sidekicks appealed to its humanity and convinced it to join their side and help them escape." She hissed out. "The chip should be fine for the next couple of years or so. If it seems it is getting a little too rebellious, then restrain it by all means necessary and we'll make the needed adjustments." Luthor nods in understanding and bids them farewell. He walks into the elevator with his new slave trailing behind him.
They then wait in silence as the elevator makes its way up into the actual Cadmus building. They walk out and into a sleek black limo that's waiting for them. Luthor stops before they enter the car.
"Just how fast can you run? Or can you fly?" Cr looks up at him with her seemingly pupiless eyes and blinked.
"I can run about as fast as a human can. I cannot fly. I also cannot teleport." She replied robotically.
"That's unfortunate. Oh well, we'll start training another day. For now, you will get comfortable in your new living arrangements. Have you ever slept in a bed before?" He said, sighing as he got in the car. She followed in suit, sitting across from him.
"A… bed?" She asked slightly tilting her head in confusion.
"Dear lord, you don't know what a bed is?" He asked, exasperated. Luthor needed to give those scientists a piece of his mind. They didn't teach a weapon basic human knowledge?
"I understand what the concept of a bed is, but why do you ask if I have ever slept in one? I have only ever been allowed to sleep standing in my pod?" Luthor raised an eyebrow silently. They didn't even let the child rest? He sighed. He had a lot to teach this kid.
Okay, I swear that this was supposed to be a lot longer than it is, I'm just kind of really lazy and it's really hard to make this super long. ;-; To those people who write 10k+ word chapters... HOW. HOW THE ACTUAL FUCK DO YOU DO THAT. I'm so jealous. I wish I had super mad writing skillz. But sadly, I don't. I just write this trash. Constructive criticism only pleeeeaaaassssseeeee! Feedback is super awesome.