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The final test
Subject 47 has successfully completed all the training courses we can throw at him, and to me, he is ready for greater things. The blueprints of my master plan are ready, and I have set in motion the necessary things for the commencement of the final stage. Let us see if 47 can do exactly as he was made to do. - Dr. Otto Ort-Meyer
The clock ticked as Forty-seven sat in a chair dressed in a white shirt and pants while looking at one of the doctors he's seen many times here. The man wore a white hazmat suit as a pair of clear goggles were over his eyes. He was writing something down with a fountain pen before looking up at him.
"Your psychological development is extremely disappointing, Forty-Seven." He placed the pen down and looked down at a paper that had all the things he has done, he began listing things off.
"Antagonistic to staff, aggressive with doctors. At times, overly emotional." He listed off to the teen sitting before him as he placed the paper down. He looked up at him knowing what he has done to many doctors through the years. Most of them died while the ones who survived were left terribly disabled.
"But here we are. So what's your problem, Forty-seven?" He asked while watching the teen sit there just watching him with those cold blue emotion eyes that he could feel scanning him. What was he thinking about? What would he do? Suddenly the phone began to ring cutting him from his thoughts.
"One moment." He told him before reaching over and grabbing the phone as Forty-seven stayed sitting there completely still as he watches him never taking his eyes off of him.
"Dr. Loomis speaking." He spoke into the receiver while someone began speaking. He listened to them as a look of worry quickly formed on his face. He glanced over at Forty-seven before turning away in his chair speaking into the phone, but the teen could tell something was wrong in his body language.
He continued watching as Loomis continued speaking into the phone so he couldn't hear. The doctor's body tensed up as he turned back looking at Forty-seven with a look of fear. He quickly looked away before finishing his call. Once he finished he took a breath and turned back hanging up the phone. As he took a breath to try and calm down Forty-seven could see the nervousness in him as his hand slightly shook and a thin layer of sweat began forming on his head. His hands reaching down behind his desk opening a drawer. As he searched through it, he began speaking to Forty-seven.
"What's troubling that delicate psyche, Forty-seven? Issues with your mother?" He asked making something up - not knowing what Forty-seven was exactly - as the sound of papers being moved around began to quicken. As he did the bald teen just looked at him with a blank expression knowing what he was trying to do.
"Let me tell you about my mother..." Forty-seven quickly stood up from his seat and snatched the fountain pen from the desk as he jumped over it towards the doctor who had pulled a gun from the drawer to kill him, but he was too late.
He couldn't even scream as Forty-seven placed one hand over his mouth and used his other hand to stab the pen straight into the side of his neck puncturing his jugular. Forty-seven knew that if you catch someone off guard and be quick enough then you can get the attack through their aura before it activated. He then quickly ripped out the pen letting blood squirt from the wound and onto the floor, some landing on his clothes and face. Loomis had dropped the gun in the beginning of the attack as he reached up and grabbed the wound with both of his hands trying to stop the bleeding and not bleed to death or choke on his own blood that was slowly filling his throat. His aura was doing its best to try and stop the blood loss.
He tried calling for help but only succeeded in gurgling up more blood as Forty-seven took the pen and began to repeatedly stab him in the chest over and over again until he broke through his aura and hit the rib cage. Once he got through the ribs he pierced the doctor's heart ending him. Loomis soon began to slowly stop struggling until he remained still on the ground as his eyes remained open with fear in them. All Forty-seven did as he died was watch the light slowly leave his eyes before standing up leaving the pen in the doctor's chest since the tip had been dulled from the aura and his ribs.
He walked over grabbing the gun that Loomis dropped, which was a Glock nine millimeter. He checked seeing it had sixteen rounds in the clip and one in the chamber. He loaded the gun before placing it in his pocket. He looked back at Loomis who had a pool of blood around his head as Forty-seven began searching him until he found a card with Loomis's picture on it.
'His access card.'
He stood up walking towards the steel door and used the keycard on the card reader and heard the beeping sound before opening the door. As the door slid open he stepped out seeing that the place was completely empty. No guards, no doctors, and no other clones anywhere. He looked around before slowly making his way through the halls as he listened for any guards. He eventually made it to the end of the hall where the guard's station was. It was the most heavily guarded area as past it was the elevator that went up to the surface. He knew this from the chatter that he would hear from guards who would be in charge of him or were changing shifts at their appointed times.
He took cover behind the wall and slowly peeked around the corner checking the station. As he looked he saw the station was completely empty except for the corpses that were surrounding it.
He stepped out from cover seeing this and slowly walked over to the station keeping his guard up. He looked around the hall and saw that all the corpses were clones he trained with. Clones. That's what they were, but he wasn't one. He knew this, each of them looked similar. But he was the only one, there were none that ever looked like him. So what was he?
Forty-seven stopped thinking about such a useless thought and continued making his way past the bodies and towards the station. He looked around to see a window that led into the main office, he walked over and climbed through the broken window, past a body that lay hanging in between riddled with bullet holes. As he entered the office he looked around to see the weapon lockers that he walked over to check, but when he opened all of them they all had been emptied except one that he could not open as a code was required. He closed the last one as he looked around seeing if anything could be made useful, but the place was empty.
Then he saw that a terminal was on as the screen and keys were projected up. He walked over and took a seat in the chair and saw that code was needed to access it.
Forty-seven began typing on the keys as a small window appeared in the corner of the screen. As he typed lines of code began appearing on screen continuously going down until the computer opened up for him. Once it was open he began checking the system seeing that everything was open except for the biometric locks. He then switched to the cameras in the facility so he could check what was going on. The entire place was empty and not a single guard was present. As he began searching he saw that the whole place was empty except for the bodies of more dead clones all over the place. But there wasn't a single guard which still didn't make sense to him.
He switched the feed to the cameras above ground seeing that it was just the patients that were admitted to the mental institute that was the cover for the facility. They all just wandered around or sat in a corner and along the wall muttering things to themselves - some even laying on the struggling as they were the more violent ones that wore straight jackets keeping them bound. Forty-seven knew none of it about the asylum being a front for the facility, but he knew why they were there in that place. Each one of them was either a lunatic, deviant, or psychopath that just served as cover for what was done here by men with dark purposes.
As Forty-seven was looking around he saw the entrance door was busted open and men quickly rushed in yelling orders. They wore white armor while armed with rifles, he knew who they were.
The Atlas military which is regarded as the world's strongest military power. Their huntsmen school was combined with the military making each huntsman a soldier that followed their orders. The soldiers - consisting of humans - wore a uniform that includes metal body armor and helmets that conceal the top their faces. The soldiers were armed with a variety of weapons but most used guns.
He knew they must be raiding the place, the things done here were not legal and a crime against nature.
He watched the screen switching camera views following them and checking outside seeing that the whole building had been surrounded. He had to quickly think how would he escape? Suddenly the computer shut off before quickly turning back on to a black screen, but there was no keyboard. Before he could touch anything something was being typed on the screen by someone.
'You must escape or else they will kill you. There is a box in the locker in the far corner call it a gift. The code is 9-5-8-1, remember it. Good luck 47'
Before the teen could blink the computer shut off completely not giving him the chance to do anything. He then looked over to the place he was told and the locker that had a keypad on it. Forty-seven got up from his seat and began making his way over to the locker looking at the white and black keys before he began to type in the code. Once he had the numbers entered there was a click. He grabbed the handle and lifted until he heard the bar inside move up before he pulled the door opening it. He looked inside to see it was empty until he looked down and saw a small white box sitting at the bottom of the locker. He picked it up and took the cover off to see a car key laying inside.
He picked up the key looking at it seeing the type of car it belonged to before he tossed the box and placed the key into his pocket. He looked around seeing if he had missed anything - even though he knew there wasn't anything left in the room that he could use. He turned back and walked over to the window and jumped back over into the bloody hall. He then began looking around until he saw a crossway in the hall. He looked at them before he began to walk as his bare feet were the only thing making the little noise he could hear as his bloody footprints made a trail after stepping in a puddle near a body. He stopped and looked around taking a right continuing down the white hall until he took another right into in the hall and saw the elevator at the end.
Once he saw the metal doors he walked over watching the camera above the door watch him once he got in its field of view. It zoomed in on him slowly zooming out as he walked closer until he arrived at the door. He looked at the camera watching it as it remained motionless watching him as he looked down and saw a scanner on the door. He hesitantly raised his left hand and placed it on the screen watching as a red line began to slowly move down the screen until it reached the bottom ending. He took his hand off and waited for the computer to analyze his prints until it buzzed and the computer spoke.
"Biometric scan complete. Access Denied."
The camera continued watching him as he looked up at it taking his eyes from the scanner trying to think of something. How was he going to get the doors open? He needed someone with clearance to access the elevator and if he didn't have access then none of the bodies back where he came from could get the door open. He would need a scientist or a security personnel to open it, but none were present here. He scratched his head feeling the stubble of his hair until he remembered someone who had access to all areas that clones could not access. He quickly turned around and began walking back down the halls going back to where he had come.
"Biometric scan complete. Have a good night, Dr. Loomis."
Forty-seven took the severed arm off the scanner as the doors slid open for him and walked inside standing near the side with the buttons. He began looking at the buttons and pressed the first button that was labeled 'Basement'. As the doors closed and the elevator began moving up he dropped the arm to the ground and waited as he could hear the hum of the engine.
After a few minutes of waiting the elevator had finally reached the floor and stopped. The doors opened up letting smoke quickly fill the elevator burning his eyes. He got low to the ground below the smoke cloud crouching where there was less smoke. As he looked through his blurry vision - caused by the sudden exposure to smoke stinging his eyes - he could see that he wasn't in the basement. Instead, he saw a lab that was burning up in flames. He used his sleeve trying to stop the stinging in his eyes and clear the tears as he began to cough from the smoke that had gotten into his lungs. Once he could see somewhat better while controlling his breathing he looked around the lab to see it filled with chemicals as a fire was burning what looked like vials and samples of something along with papers and computers. He looked at them knowing what some were off the top of his head but not all of them. He mainly knew some of the chemicals that could be mixed.
He quickly used his sleeve to cover his mouth and nose before he began to slowly move - staying under the smoke crouched - so not to hit anything and looked around the room for a way out until he saw a metal door that may lead out - if it wasn't locked uptight. He needed a way to open it if he was to escape. Luckily he saw it also had a scanner on it as he got closer to it, so turned back moving to the elevator still crouching. Once he was back at the elevator opening it - not needing a scanner - and reached grabbing the arm and making his way back to the door. But as he was halfway he stopped as he heard something breaking from the other side of the door along with voices.
"There's a door!"
"Hurry up and get it open."
"Right away sir!"
He moved back from the door as the sound of something heavy and metallic was placed on the door while the sound of burning was suddenly heard. Soon the locks on the door began to heat up as something was melting through them. Forty-seven quickly moved back over to the chemicals grabbing two bags, one contained potassium perchlorate and the other dark aluminum. He quickly took a deep breath of air and squinting his eyes before standing up in the smoke. He had to be quick before they got in.
The soldiers stood to wait as the small device began to slowly destroy the locks and give them access to the lab hidden under the asylum. When they had first arrived they only found the patients upstairs wandering around. There were no other staff or doctors inside the place that was supposed to watch them. It raised more question of what was going on here.
"Sir, we got a minute." One of them called out as the locks began falling off from the door. The metal clinking on the ground as they cooled down. As the last one was about to fall the commander began giving them orders.
"Alright be ready for anything. Weapons free." They all aimed their rifles waiting as the last lock fell off. Then seconds later the small device blew up turning the door to scrap. Once it blew open they saw smoke flood out of the door but it didn't stop them as they began entered the room until one of them called out.
"LOOK OUT!"
*BANG*
There was a loud bang as a flash appeared. Some of them were tossed back hitting the wall as the smoke blocked their visions. But as the smoke flooded the basement blocking their view someone came running out of the room sprinting past them.
"Flash powder!"
"Someone's running! Get them!"
"Where are they now!?"
Before they had opened the door Forty-seven had finished mixing together the potassium perchlorate and dark aluminum, while mixing a few other chemicals. They had created a fine gray color powder, he knew that three grams of flash powder could break a lock, but he knew that more of this stuff could be dangerous. So he looked at the large mound of gray powder before him. He took a beaker and carefully placed the power inside the glass then took a lid placing it tightly on top. He then used rubber bands wrapping it up so the powder stayed inside.
He looked around trying to find something to ignite it with, his eyes burning from the smoke until they fell on a stack of papers and rubbing alcohol. Once he saw them he quickly grabbed as much flammable material he could and moved them over to the door setting them near the side of it. He began coughing again from the smoke as he took the bottle and unscrewed the top and began pouring it all over the pile making sure to spread it around the papers. Once the bottle was empty looked over at an already burning pile and grabbed a paper that had a few glowing embers on the edges that would light the pile.
He looked up at the door to see the last lock almost about to fall so he tossed it on the stack and ran back until he stood at the far end of the room and waited. His watery eyes watching the lock through the smoke until it fell from the door. The door suddenly flew open as he reeled back and tossed the beaker across the room smashing into the wall shattering and letting the powder fall into the flames just as the soldiers began entering.
"LOOK OUT!"
*BANG*
He looked over uncovering his ears to see some soldiers knocked to the ground slowly getting up. He took the chance and began sprinting through the smoke past them and up the stairs knocking two over before sprinting through the hall. But some down in the basement - who weren't knocked down - noticed him running.
"Someone's running! Get them!"
"Where are they now!?"
The teen continued making his way through the halls passing the insane until he made it to the entrance coming across more soldiers who quickly aimed at him the second they saw him. The blood all over him making them almost pull the trigger of their rifles.
"FREEZE!"
He didn't listen as he reached behind him grabbing something and pulled out three test tube that he quickly tossed onto the ground near their feet. As they shattered on the floor a smoke began rising up from the liquid as it began making them cough hard before they began to pull their helmets off grabbing their eyes.
"AH, it burns!"
"It's tear gas!"
"I can't see!"
They began backing away while dragging one who had gone unconscious from inhaling the gas. Forty-seven took the chance to escape and quickly turned and began running up the stairs near him. He pushed some of the patients out of his way as he ran making it difficult for some soldiers who came from the hall he was in. They began chasing after him moving the patients. As he made it to the next floor he pulled the pistol that he took from Loomis and took a few shots down the stairs at them. They quickly jumped over the rails dodging the shots as some patients got hit and falling down the stairs yelling in pain as they were grazed by the shots.
Forty-seven continued firing down the stairs knowing that the bullets in the gun wouldn't do anything because of their aura, but they didn't know that. So it made the perfect distraction keeping them back.
"Suspect is armed!"
"Take him out!"
They quickly pushed the patients out of the way before firing up at him. He quickly ducked down and rolled away. He stopped rolling and stood up looking down the empty hall seeing no soldiers. He began running as they were halfway up the stairs and was running through the large hallways as he shut some doors and quickly barricading them by knocking over shelves and moving gurneys against the doors. He continued running through the white halls passing metal doors hearing the insane yelling from inside until he came to a large double door that opened by a lone soldier walking through.
Forty-seven sped up the moment he saw the soldier as the man looked up from the radio in his hand to see the teen running at him, but Forty-seven took the opportunity and slid down along the ground and straight into the stunned soldier's legs kicking them back. He fell face-first to the ground, but before he could get up Forty-seven jumped back up while sending aura to his foot while he was in the air. He then kicked his foot down and smashed the heel of his foot down onto the soldier's helmet smashing it, and his head, into the ground. He lifted his foot from the man's helmet and saw a dent right where he kicked.
Luckily he didn't hit him hard enough to kill, but he would wake up with a major headache. His eyes looked down at the radio near his feet. He reached down and picked it up from the floor and began listening to them give orders to close the place off and go into full lockdown. He stood up and began running again as he heard rapid footsteps coming towards his direction. He eventually reached a balcony leading outside into the snow.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out the key he got and pressed the button and a second later its lights flashed for a second. Now had a way out. He grabbed the knobs and opened the door letting in the cold air that made goosebumps form on his body from the icy wind. He shook it off and walked out onto the balcony feeling the snow at the bottom of his feet. He placed his hands on the stone rail and looked down to see a soldier standing below him.
He looked around to see there was only him, so Forty-seven gripped the rail and jumped over falling until he landed right on top of the soldier's back knocking him down into the snow. He then got up and grabbed the soldier by his shoulder turning him over before he smashed his fist into his face knocking him out. Once he was finished Forty-seven let him go and stood up while picking up the rifle. He then searched the soldier quickly and grabbed whatever he could find on him before quickly walking over to the car and opening the driver door with the key.
Once the door was open he sat down in the driver seat and tossed what he found on the soldier into the passenger seat while the rifle was placed on the floor. Forty-seven then placed the radio on the dash before he took the key and started the car. He waited less than a second before he pressed on the gas and speeding towards the gate - smashing through two of their armored trucks and hit a soldier before he smashed open the gate and driving away.
The soldiers were scrambling as they began climbing into the trucks to chase after him while the others continued to search the place. They had started the trucks and chased after him speeding faster than they were supposed to go on the roads here. They were yelling orders through their radios while focusing on him.
"Unit 6 is in pursuit of the suspect."
"Try and take the subject alive."
"Understood."
As they finished Forty-seven had a radio switched on listening to everything. He looked up in the rearview mirror to see the truck quickly gaining onto him. He quickly grabbed the stick as his foot pressed down on the clutch and changed gears while his other foot pressed down on the gas gaining more speed while trying to remain on the road. As he looked back he saw the truck was slowly losing him while having more trouble to remain on the road as it sped up due to the road having been iced over. 'Black ice' they called it which was a thin layer of ice on the road that's transparent making it difficult to drive and see.
If a driver made one wrong move he'd fly right off the road. The teen quickly thought of a plan as he looked back and grabbed the rifle from the floor preparing for what he was planning.
He sped up as fast as he could go before he grabbed the wheel and turned it as far as he could while he pressed on the break making the car slide as it turned sideways on the road. He rolled down the window and placed the rifle out the window and aimed through the sight for the front right tire. He didn't hesitate as he pulled the trigger sending a few round out before he put the rifle back on the ground and turned the wheel again fixing himself.
He slowed down just enough to correct his driving before speeding up again. Once he did he looked back in the mirror to see the truck still going until the right tire popped and it drifted onto the side crashing off the road and into a ditch.
"Unit 6 is down! I repeat Unit 6 is d,"
Forty-seven grabbed the radio shutting it off not needing it anymore. He continued driving down the road at high speed escaping that place.
After three hours of driving Forty-seven finally stopped driving once he reached a small village. He drove through the small village and looked around until he found an inn. He parked around back before stepping out and grabbing the rifle. He walked from around back to the front door entering. When he stepped in he was met with the smell of booze and some smoke from cigarettes making him almost cover his nose. He looked around the place and saw both men and women drinking and laughing. He looked around again until he saw who may have been the innkeeper. He walked over knowing no one would question the blood or weapon on him due to others being the same as him. He walked up and stood there waiting for the woman to walk over to him. She looked young but her features and build told him she was in her late thirties.
When she finally noticed him she walked over from behind the bar away some man with a large blade on his back was staring at her skirt. He could tell the man was a hunter due to his attire and large weapon. He could tell the blade could possibly turn into a scythe due to the angle of the slits in between each blade and the length of the handle while the gears remained still inside of it near the hilt.
He looked away from him and at the brunet woman who was wide-eyed eyed.
"Oh my, are you hurt?" She asked seeing the blood all over his white clothes.
"No, I'm fine. Just a run-in with Grimm." He lied.
"Well, what can I do for you?"
"How much, for a room?" He asked her as she was put off by the emotionless voice.
"It's forty-five lien a night, thirty-five if you're a hunter. You a hunter?"
He reached into his pocket and handed her the money. She reached down under the bar grabbing a room key and handing him the key.
"No." He answered before turning away from the bar and headed to the stairs so he can get to his room and rest. He needed to think about what had happened today.
The soldiers were rounding up any patients while they began their search of the entire building before searching the lab that the teen had broken out of, as they searched they found all the normal types of chemicals and substances you'd find in a normal chemistry lab. As they searched around any files physical and digital had been completely destroyed and burned in a fire that burnt out. Nothing was salvageable so they were out of info that was happening here.
"General Ironwood, we have swept the place top to bottom and found nothing but a lab hidden deep in the basement and a type of door that isn't opening. It seems to be a type of scanner that can't be cracked. But we also had a suspect escape.
"WHAT!?" The general yelled. They had lost the one thing that could have given them information about that place.
"The second we open the door there was an explosion before gas smoke from the room filled the basement due to a fire that was burning in the room. They were covered in blood but we are unsure if it is there, so they may or may not be wounded."
"Do you have a description of the suspect?"
"They were a young male who seemed bald. He was covered in blood but we don't know if it was his."
"What about his face?"
"No one got a good look to give a description. He was fast in his escape."
"I want that door open and find out what the hell was going on there! Is that understood!?"
"Understood General." The soldier shut his communicator off as he began ordering others to get it open. But even if they could get those doors open would they be prepared for what they found down there?"
Ironwood slammed his scroll down on his desk as he tried to calm down. A headache quickly forming as he looked down at the files and pictures on his computer. Each file speaking of shipments and trafficking of children. Then in the pictures were organs that seemed to have been harvested as multiple bodies of what must have been the children in another picture of them dead as they lay cut open empty. All their insides removed and/or their limbs missing.
He shut it off as he held his head in the horror of what he had seen in these files. He stood up looking at his bottles of scotch.
It wasn't gonna be enough to help erase the memories of what he'd seen.
Hours passed while Forty-seven stayed in his room since he arrived. He had the walkie on listening to the military while he was checking the rifle he took from the soldier, seeing if it was in any way useful to him, but he had one clip in the rifle and forty-five shots. He'd have to leave it once he left. He'd need to find out where he would go through, where would he go? He needed answers about what happened. He then looked at the door as he heard footsteps coming down the hall. He turned off the walkie-talkie and grabbed the gun while he slowly walked towards the door and waited.
*KNOCK* *KNOCK*
He opens the door slightly to see the same woman from behind the bar downstairs. He kept the gun hidden behind the door as he looked at her. She saw he was still wearing his bloody clothes.
"Can I help you?"
"Yes, um, it seems that a delivery was made to you.
"By who?"
"T-they didn't say but they said strictly that you were the only one allowed to touch it."
"Alright, I'll be down in a minute to collect whatever it is. Thank you."
"You're welcome."
He waited for her to walk away before he shut the door.
'Who knows I'm here?'
"Mom, you okay?"
"Huh?" June looked away from the window to see Ellen standing by her. She looked at her little girl all grown up.
"Are you okay, you've been standing by the window staring outside since I got back."
"Yes, sorry my mind was just, wondering." She said looking out at the night sky. She liked looking up at the sky when she wanted to clear her mind
"Okay, I'm just checking on you. I know you haven't...fully recovered." She said knowing what happened to her mother after her baby brother passed. It saddens her that he didn't even get a chance to see the world with his own eyes or even take a breath for himself. She'd be lying if she said that she wasn't sad and destroyed seeing her baby brother lying in that casket all those years ago. His small body laying there cold as he never got a chance at life.
They all tried helping her as she slipped into a state of depression as she clung to her baby sister Joan. She'd constantly kept her close growing up, even when she had started growing up she kept her eyes on Joan. She grew up normal never hearing about the stories, then when she was pregnant again she slipped back into depression terrified of losing them again always listening to the doctor and never doing anything she used to do. She was never her old self until they were both born. She clung to them crying as she still wished for Jaune to have lived. Even after all this time she still isn't the same and would think back and visit his grave.
"I know sweetie, but I'm fine you have nothing to worry about." She said smiling as she lied to her. She didn't understand but for some reason, she felt something as she looked out at the sky. But what was she feeling?
Forty-seven had been cleaned as much of the blood out of his clothes as he could, stains were all over it but it was the best he could do. Once he was dressed again he opened the door and headed back downstairs to collect what was left for him. He walked down the stairs to see the whole place still filled with people, but fewer had weapons. He walked up to the counter and sat, he hadn't eaten in two days down in the lab. Then being woke back up only to escape, he needed something in his system.
He waited until she saw him. She reached under grabbing what looked like a large box inside of a black silk bag tied closed with a gold tassel. She walked over placing it down in front of him.
"Here's the thing they left. They said that you should open it back in your room."
"Thank you." He grabbed the box and moving it to the side. Before she walked away he stopped her.
"Pardon, but do you know any place I could go to eat?"
"Oh, uh sorry most places are closed, but we can make a sandwich."
"Please, just bring me whatever." He said as she nodded walking away.
After a bit, she had brought him a sandwich that he quickly ate - suddenly feeling slightly sick. He handed her the rest of his lien but when he did she said that the man that left the box also paid for whatever he had bought. He didn't bother questioning before grabbing the bag and returned back to his room upstairs. He locked the door and turned on the light at the desk as he sat down, he then untied the bag before removing the box to show a wooden box made of oak with a gold insignia on the top that resembled an 'H' but looked a bit different. He felt the smooth wood as he looked down at the lock on the box.
He looked at it before moving the dials.
'9-5-8-1'
The lock clicked open. He flipped the two latched before opening the boxes to see two stainless steel Hardballer pistols with two suppressors in with them. The handles had rubber grips as the same insignia was on the metal above the triggers. He picked them up feeling them in his hands, it felt natural as he looked at them. He placed them down and removed the silencers and the thing inside to see four more clips inside at the bottom of the box. He removed them from the box and placed them down on the desk, he then saw a white envelope in the lid of the box.
He removed the envelope turning it to see that it was sealed by a stamp of wax, outdated but it was a very efficient way of ensuring that whatever it was placed on was not open. He looked more closely at the red was to see that it was stamped with the same insignia that was on the box and the guns.
He broke the wax and opened it to see a ticket and folded paper inside.
'Congratulations on your escape Forty-seven. Your reward for escaping, two custom Hardballer pistols. Or as I like to call them Silverballers, with two special silencers that never wear, and special ammo. On the back is your next assignment to test you once more. Once you read this burn it.'
He looked at the paper turning it to see what it was a time and location.
'Tomorrow at 9 am.'
He placed the paper down and began to search the box again. Until he suddenly froze as he stomach began cramping, extreme pain shot through him as he clutched his gut breathing heavy as he quickly got up and rushed towards the bathroom expelling the sandwich from his body. He gripped the wall holding himself up as he continued emptying the contents of his stomach into the white porcelain bowl.
Eventually, Forty-seven finished puking up the sandwich and began cleaning his mouth out with water quickly getting the taste out of his mouth. He finished up cleaning his mouth shutting the water off walking back into his room and collected everything he had before leaving the room. He checked and the military was still back at the asylum miles away from here, so he would have no trouble escaping to the boat. But he was gonna need clothes instead of his bloody white suit.
He continued making his way down the stairs, once he was at the bottom of the floor he saw the place was more filled with men that were more of the type to start a fight. He'd have to be careful and not waste time on any of them. As he made his way to the bar he saw it was another woman, much younger. She looked to be in her early twenties as she worked behind the bar. She had a pale complexion as her blond hair reached to her shoulders.
'Doesn't this place close?'
He walked over and knocked on the bar getting her attention.
"How can I help you, sir?" She asked him as she was put off by the stains on his clothes. But he had reached into his pocket and fished out the key handing it to her.
"The room is how it was when I arrived."
"Oh, thank you, sir." She took the key from him but suddenly as he was about the walk away there was a splash of liquid all over his back. He could smell the beer as the cold liquid soaked him back.
"Hey! You fucking kid watch where you're going!" The drunken man yelled at him as he stayed standing there. He didn't have time to deal with the drunken idiot, he could just simply walk away leaving. Even if sober the man was nothing but an annoyance to him.
He simply turned his things and walked away leaving, but the man didn't stop.
"Hey, I'm talking to you ya little shit!" He slurred as the barmaid tried to defuse the situation.
"Sir, please calm down," She was cut off as he slapped her across the face, he then tried to grab Forty-seven's shoulder but before he could touch him the teen had already had him by the wrist and flipped the dunk over him and smashing down onto a table breaking it. Once he did that all hell broke loose as everyone in the bar, drunk and sober, began to fight one another. He saw the man was trying to get up so he simply kicked him in the head knocking him out.
Once he was finished Forty-seven looked around seeing that some were starting to draw their weapons escalating the fight as some started attacking each other. He simply started for the door until a large blade blocked his path.
He looked at the metal before looking at the owner. The same man from before, the hunter.
"Now kid, I just wanted to enjoy a nice drink and relax. But you went and started a whole bar fight, but I praise you for knocking out the guy who slapped the nice woman doing her job. But you're not really gonna leave when you started all this mess." He said as he finished the last of his drink.
"My conflict was with him and it is over. I have no quarrel with the rest, they can fight and die if they want."
"That's some dark thinking kid. But you still need to help me end this little skirmish."
"You won't allow me to leave if I don't, will you?" He said knowing the answer while the man just smirked as he put his weapon down and stood up. He could tell the man was buzzed, but he smelled like a drunk.
"Nope. So let's just end it, quick kid." He said while placing his weapon down on the table before he cracked his knuckles keeping all of the rings on.
"Fine." He simply said dropping his things down on the table, minus his pistols, as a man with a club rushed towards him. Forty-seven quickly spun kicking him in the head launching him into another group knocking them all down. Their weapons fell from their hands as Forty-seven picked up a chair and smashed it over the head of a large bull faunus. He knew it wouldn't knock him out but he needed the legs as a quick weapon as he stepped out of the man's punch and quickly smashed one over his head stunning him before he slammed the other in his temple hard enough to knock him out as he flew smashing into the wall.
"Are you going to just stand there or are you going to start?" He asked the drunk while he blocked a punch with his arm and grabbed the man's shoulder pulling him into a headbutt breaking his nose. He fell back unconscious as blood dripped.
"Heh, you don't hesitate, do you? I like that," He said punching a man coming towards him sending him flying. The teen gave him no reply as he jumped up to the second floor kicking a man over the rail and back downstairs breaking another table. He then grabbed another and pulled his head down while he brought his knee up and slammed it into his face. The man stumbled back as Forty-seven saw a green flicker around his body signaling that his aura just broke, he couldn't even tell the man even had aura with how weak it was.
Downstairs, the drunk keeping him here was easily knocking each one of the angry drunks out that it was embarrassing. He forgot how easy it was knocking a normal person out. So he was simply punching them or kicking, just to see them fly into another group. He watches as most of them were quickly being put down with just a few bruises or a broken nose. He looked at Forty-seven who toying with a guy just swiping his hand away like they were flies. The man was quickly tiring until he just punched him in the face and watched him fall back.
After less than ten minutes they had knocked out every man in the bar. Qrow just looked at all the broken furniture seeing how they'll bill him and the kid.
"Nice work kid." He said looking up at him as he picked up a glass and tossed it down at him. It passed by his head and shattered behind.
"Hey what the hell was that for?" He yelled up at the teen until he heard a thump behind him. He looked back to see the large faunus from before holding an ax as blood dripped from the gashed lump on his forehead.
"Oh...thanks kid," Qrow said as he walked back over to grabbing his weapon from the table. How nobody grabbed it is a mystery to himself. He looked back at the bald teen who jumped down landing on the ground before just standing up walking back over to the table.
"You know you're not bad kid," Qrow said after seeing his fight, made him wonder who trained him in such a way while he looked around, but the kid just ignored him as he collected his things checking everything was there.
"You know something's been bugging me, you know what that is?" Qrow asked him while the kid just kept ignoring him as began grabbing everything. He then tried walking off as Qrow lifted his blade and set it down at his feet blocking his path again, he looked over at Qrow unfazed by the blade.
"Where'd you get all that Atlas equipment, kid?" He asked after getting a good look at the rifle and radio They were both things he'd seen soldiers carry all the time whenever he's seen them. Then the blood staining his clothes didn't help with the feeling that Qrow was getting off of him, he had to be careful and cautious with the teen who looked no older than his own niece.
"Come on kid just tell me where ya," Qrow was instantly cut off as he received a kick to the chest that knocked the wind out of him as he flew out of the window into the cold snow outside.
"Okay...you...got that one." He held his chest as he was on the ground for a minute trying to get the air back in his lungs, he hadn't felt a kick that hard since he used to spar with Raven back when they went to Beacon. As he stood up finally catching his breath he looked to see that the bar was empty for bald teens, but the sound of an engine was heard nearby.
He looked to his right to see as a black sports car came speeding at him just before it hit him tossing him further on the ground, he quickly used his blade stopping himself to see the black car speeding off into the night.
"Okay kid. You got me this time." He said as sirens were heard.
High in the snowy night sky, a drone was following the black sports car watching it. On the other end was Forty-seven's creator watching with a smile as he watched him easily dispatched the bar and escape a huntsman.
Especially that one.
"Excellent work Forty-seven. You are even better than I expected, but you aren't ready yet," He said as he set the drone to return, he then grabbed his scroll and began dialing the number of a very old colleague.
"Hopefully she's not busy."
The room was silent as a man lie down on a metal table, a salamander faunus, his clothes stripped from him as he was gagged and restrained, cuts all over his body as his tail had been cut off of him just like his left arm. His heart rate never slowing as he waited for the person to return and begin what she was planning to continue doing to him, scared any second she could come walking this way as he heels clicked before coming through that door singing that terrible song.
He suddenly hear the door open and began panicking as the sound of something being wheeled in was heard. Her heels clicking with each step as he lay there trying to break free. He then froze as she started the music and began to sing. The glow from her mask making his fear of her worse every time
"Ava Maria! Jungfrau mild, Erhöre einer Jungfrau Flehen, Aus diesem Felsen starr und wild Soll mein Gebet zu dir hin wehen, Zu dir hin wehen."
She began to grab her tools as he struggled more. She looked down at his body slowly looking at his severed arm to see that after 3 weeks it has begun to grow very slowly. Wonders of what specific faunus can do when it's all in their DNA.
"Wir schlafen sicher bis zum Morgen, Ob Menschen noch so grausam sind."
She looked down to see all of her older incisions on his body had already long since disappeared and had not left a single scar behind. The purple glow from her mask is the only thing illuminating the room beside the light above him but was much too dim to allow visibility. She picked up a scalpel and placed it directly on his chest and began pressing down cutting open his chest, his muffled screams filling the room as she continued to sing out calmly.
"O Jungfrau, sieh der Jungfrau Sorgen, O Mutter, hör ein bittend Kind! Ave Maria!"
He began to thrash around more as he screamed more into his gag from the pain as she sliced his skin open, but she simply sang louder as he screamed more.
"MMMMMMMMM!"
"Ave Maria Unbefleckt! Wenn wir auf diesen Fels hinsinken Zum Schlaf, und uns dein Schutz bedeckt, Wird weich der harte Fels uns dünken Du lächelst, Rosendüfte wehen In dieser dumpfen Felsenkluft."
She had gone through the skin cutting everything she needed before she peeled it all back exposing his ribs to her, meanwhile, he was a screaming mess. No matter how much she cut him he'd be awake unable to pass out. Not like the first time when she removed his arm and jammed a needle into his chest waking him back up instantly to experience the pain.
"O Mutter, höre Kindes Flehen, O Jungfrau, eine Jungfrau ruft! Ave Maria!"
She then picked up the bone saw from her little table and switched it on as he screamed more hearing the small tool, but she remained singing. She began to slowly cut open his sternum making him scream louder into his gag. Once she was finished she placed the saw down walking away leaving him, he remained still silent as his tears ran dry and his voice to damaged from screaming to make a sound. He then heard her coming back towards him, suddenly he felt pressure where she had cut. She was putting something inside of the cut. And then his ribs cage was split open breaking and he blacked out. Once he was unconscious she wrote something down then began to fix his ribs and sew him back up easily putting him back together, all while singing the last of her song.
"Ave Maria! Reine Magd! Der Erde und der Luft Dämonen, Von deines Auges Huld verjagt, Sie können hier nicht bei uns wohnen Wir woll'n uns still dem Schicksal beugen, Da uns dein heilger Trost anweht; Der Jungfrau wolle hold dich neigen, Dem Kind, das für den Vater fleht! Ave Maria!"
The music ended and she had finished putting him back together with his arm and tail, he looked completely fine. Suddenly she heard a ring and looked around until she saw the light from her scroll. It was rare she received any calls, not many had her contact information. She grabbed it and saw it was a familiar number but she couldn't remember who it was, so she removed her mask and answered holding it up to her ear.
"Hello, Dr. Grey speaking."