To start with Misaka 10002 was face to face with a small clone sister who was levitating in the air

after a few failed attempts to walk the unamed sister found out that it's a lot easier to fly instead however she was soon faced with an other obstacle

Hunger

From the leftover memories of Ambertwo she realised that the method of combating this condition was to eat materials classified as [food]

Since she did not know the method of gaining food she decided to ask

'do you know where food is ? ' she asked telepathically

"You should go to the cafeteria which is located in the third room on the ground floor says Misaka answering the question while wondering how your floating in the air ?"

'Simple I just used levitation '

"... Misaka also note that you must wear some clothes "


Normally when you are an rouge clone who escaped from your culture tank the first thing you should do is get the hell out of whatever godforsaken place you are in

Unfortunately Mewtwo was not really trying to escape so it's no surprise that security were alterted to a escapee clone from the staff in the dressing room and from the staff in the kitchen about a clone who started a food fight in the cafeteria

There was even more confusion when someone thought it was a good idea to order the Sisters to catch her

"Find and catch that runaway clone! " a unknown,non-important researcher ordered "What do you mean how does she look? like she just looks like you, you dolls !"

to say the least all hell broke loose

In the end they managed finally captured her with some cookies


I yawned, stretching my oddly thin arms out. I could here voices those were... person noises. Human noises? Part of me said it's the same thing, but the rest... hm my eyes opened, then squinted shut. The light on the roof was blindingly bright

Wait a minute. There is no light on my roof.

My eyes were wide open now. I sat up, instantly seeing the sanitary white of the wall and atleast a couple dozen eyes staring at me a crowd had gathered around my bed at the front of the group stood a woman. Elderly, thrumming with nervous energy. A strong swoop of grey hair that fell on her shoudes A scientist, her presence told me. Full of passion. Full of excitement.

looked down at my body. It looked like I was dressed in some sort of white material know as clothes

"So the clone is awake," she said, a slight smile on her face. She crossed her arms, her eyes tracing up and down my body.. "Amazing... imagine, a newborn clone having such a developed brain. It must be one of those anomalies that you hear of occasionally. We even needed to use a modified Testament program for her - she already has emotions and knowledge of the world to a certain extent. What a remarkable specimen..."

'Who are you?' As I spoke, I realized the words were not leaving my mouth. Nonetheless, they resonated with a certainty that they would be heard.

The clustered humans gasped and began to murmur among themselves, too quickly and too quietly for me to make anything out.

the woman blinked "telepathy strange all clones are supposed to be electromacers "

' you didn't answer my question' I pointed out

" My name is Konya cho senior researcher in the level six shift project, but anyway," the woman said, actually looking at me, with a stare that made me shiver, "do you know your name?"

I blinked 'My… my name?' I asked, the surreality of this situation compounded by my thougths as words swam in my head 'my name it was Misaka 10002,no,I think it was Mewtwo,no'mew10002 '

I flinched at its difference, and put a hand on the bed to steady myself as I stared up at her.

"I'll take that as a no," the scientist said, a slight frown on her face. "Shoddy programming... The Testament program was supposed to supply her with that," she muttered, and started pacing back and forth, walking in front of me and turning around every third step or so. "Although your serial number is 10002, you have been designated as Misaka BEST,this is because according to the Board of Directors, you are the best case scenario when it comes to Project Radio Noise." She stopped, once again dead center in front of me. All signs of her frustration gone, she smiled. "That is to say, a clone with the potential to become a Level 5 Esper."

'level 5 esper ? '

"level 5 is currently the highest esper level to be accomplished in Academy City. Only seven out of the 2.3 million students currently participating in the Power Curriculum Program have officially achieved this rank one of them is the original

"Misaka Mikoto she is the third ranked Level 5 esper in Academy City, and has been nicknamed Railgun"

'is she my parent ? '

"No, far from it!"another voice answred up stood a man with a strong swoop of grey hair curved over his face. he laughed, oblivious to the way I flinched away from the noise "You are not the Railgun's child, each clone is considered a "sibling" of Mikoto, hence the use of the term "sisters" in reference to them."

'Then are you my parent?'

More laughter. More chattering. More noise"Only humans and gods can create life, and I don't see god anywhere in this room."

God? I... vaguely recalled Ambertwo explaining the concept to me in one of our shared dreams. Embodiments. Governors. Creators. She had made the idea of gods sound distant, but exciting. When this man spoke of god, it brought a bad taste to my mouth.

He, oblivious to my thoughts, continued chattering. "For years we struggled to clone a esper to successfully prove our theories... but you're the first specimen to succeed."

How grand. How unhelpful. How ominous. A drop of fluid ran down the smooth flesh of my tail and fell to the floor with a splat. With it went my steadily decreasing hopes for this conversation or perhaps that was just the leftover amniotic fluid. Either way, it was disgusting.

I did not follow her lecture . I didn't need to. Besides, as clearly as I could perceive the world, the blurriness in my vision hadn't gotten that much better. Between the unfocused eyes, the oversensitive ears, the hips that would never support my weight, and the spine that might be actively trying to kill me, I was beginning to doubt these peoples' credentials. If they were going to make life, you'd think they would at least make it functional.

'So, I am simply the end result of your experiment. Then, what becomes of me now?'

"Oh, the experiment isn't over yet. Now the serious testing begins!"

The whole room dissolved into chatter. Waves of sound battered my raw skin. Raised tones, urgent tones, joyous tones. I couldn't make any sense of it. So I opened my mind to the crowd, and –

we did it after all these years a success/look at these readings can't wait to sink my teeth into its brain/i'll get awards for this/testing needs to begin asap t/damn creepy seeing that thing talk with her mind/where are we going to put it its new tank isn't ready yet do we have a cell the right size/don't celebrate too soon people with those deformities we'll be lucky if the freak lasts a month

I yanked myself back, but it was too late. Those ugly thoughts were in my head now. And for the life of me, I couldn't make them stop.

Ugly. Freak. Weapon. Cage. With each repetition, something inside me wound tighter.

These were my creators? This collection of self-centred, self-righteous fools? None of them thought of me as a person, or even an animal. I could see their minds and hearts. What I found was disgusting. The sound of glass on glass pierced through the incomprehensible sea of conversation. They were already toasting their own genius, right before my eyes.

Is that it? They're just going to ignore me? They made me. They made me, and it does not matter. I am nothing but lab equipment.

I clenched my fingers.

I felt a pit settle into the depths of my stomach, and reality felt like it was unraveling. I could hear the dull buzzing from the light in the silence.

These humans they care nothing for me they didn't see me as a human,they saw me as a thing - a tool, only to dispose of when necessary.

That thought had an echo to it. Like something I had heard before. But as a sheath of swirling power formed around me, I couldn't bring myself to care.

This will not be my fate.

A neon blue haze clouded over my vision. It didn't matter. The lab was projected flawlessly in my mind's eye, each detail shown in stark relief. This map automatically updated itself as I floated upward, off my useless legs, and threw my arms out to the side.

I was a terribly weak creature, unable even to stand on my own power and yet I floated above those who had made me, immaculate and untouchable. The last vestiges of the fluid evaporated as I yanked the chilly moisture off my skin.

My eyes burned blue. The hands fell apart in a storm of shrapnel. Less than a second later, the rest of the lab followed suit. Wires tore. Fuses blew. Sheet metal crumpled like tissue paper. The wailing of sirens blended into the high-pitched muddle of sound which might be screams. I floated in the eye of the storm, silent, furious, as I ripped the very building from its foundations.

How dare they. How dare they. How dare they.

A shadow moved. The man with the curly hair, pressed up against a wall. His lab coat smelled of burnt plastic. He was no longer smiling.

I was a terribly weak creature, unable even to stand on my own power. And yet I floated above those who had made me, immaculate and untouchable. The last vestiges of the fluid evaporated as I yanked the chilly moisture off my skin.

My eyes burned blue. The hands fell apart in a storm of shrapnel. Less than a second later, the rest of the lab followed suit. Wires tore. Fuses blew. Sheet metal crumpled like tissue paper. The wailing of sirens blended into the high-pitched muddle of sound which might be screams. I floated in the eye of the storm, silent, furious, as I ripped the very building from its foundations.

How dare they. How dare they. How dare they.

A shadow moved. The man with the curly hair, pressed up against a wall. His lab coat smelled of burnt plastic. He was no longer smiling.

'Misaka 9999 are you alright? asks Misaka trying to remain calm'

This –

'I have sustained minor injuries says Misaka in response'

This was –

'...'

'...'

'...'

'...'

In my chest, Ambertwo's soul pulsed rhythmically. Within lay kindness and remorse. A jolt of recognition ran through me the sisters were also present inside the building

With a thought, the fires raging around me were snuffed out. Sparking wires disintegrated into their component atoms. The sky, which had been choked with smoke, clouded over. that scientist remained where he was, pressed up against the wall

Voices. Babbling, sobbing, screaming. White noise. I lifted up through a crack in the ceiling and emerged into the open air. air flooded my nose. Torrents of rainwater curved around my shield. Far in the distance, air currents were disturbed as Iflew

' They created my for their won selfish desires,no created us for their greed I-I SH-...OOO is that a rainbow so pretty!'

It was good thing that MisakaBEST has an avagrage attention span of 5 seconds and a child like personality