Death Guns In Another World

It's hurt!

This was the only thought floating in her head.

Everything in her body hurt.

"Number 007 is showing adverse reactions."

"Incredible! For her to only show such a reaction now, how is it possible? No matter, adjust the operations. This seed is special for her to not break so easily, the other three caught with her are trash."

Her hazy consciousness slowly woke up as pain flooded in.

*Beep !* *Beep ! *

"She is waking up too soon! Who is the bastard that gave the anesthetic!?"

'What is happening? Why there are stuff attached to my body?'

She tried to speak but she felt as if her mouth was too heavy to even open. She tried to move but all her limbs were bound by heavy black chains that seemed to sip all her strength, her mana. 

"Send more dose! Now!! We can't afford to lose a specimen that reached the adaptation phase on the first operation." Shouted one of those who were operating on her.

'It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! Please! I beg you! Stop this!'

Her plea, unable to be voiced, came out as a guttural scream as she began to thrash around uselessly while trying to free herself.

Pain.

Fear.

Confusion.

Discomfort.

All those feelings mixed in her mind and made her delirious.

Because of the blindfold covering her eyes, she was unable to understand what was happening.

She just wanted everything to stop.

'Please, someone, anyone, please make it st..'

On those last thoughts, her mind fell back in slumber. 

.... 

When she opened her again, she was inside a cell, the scenery around could be described as black and white. 

Around here she could hear some guttural screams that could make one shiver uncontrollably. 

'Where am I?' 

'No who am I?' 

A lot of questions started to run through her mind, when she looked down she was astonished to see black hands. 

'This is mine?' She couldn't help but ask this. 

And no matter how many times she checked again, the result was still the same, black hands, around her hands were blacks handcuffs. 

Suddenly, her body convulsed as if something was moving inside her, a violent pain assaulted her from inside forcing her to start coughing.

Cough* Cough* Cough* 

And when she checked she was startled to see that it was black blood that seemed to wiggle on the ground, it looked filthy, so disgusting that she distanced herself from it.

'What is this? What happening?' She shouted but nobody answered her only some guttural screams and scratching sounds. 

In that night she couldn't sleep, couldn't remember who she is. Where she came from? And most importantly why this was happening to her. Did she commit some kind of crime to deserve this? 

Nobody answered her as she falls asleep.

In the morning she would be subjected to the torturous experiment. 

She simply wished to put an end to her misery.

Sadly, even death was being refused to her.

After she tried to suicide for the third time, they put her into another cell, a special cell, and made sure that she would be unable to harm herself.

"I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die."

''Die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die!!!!"

Like a broken marionette she kept chanting like an unending curse. 

However, her wish wasn't granted. She had already stopped eating in the hope to die from hunger, but they still found a way to keep her alive by feeding her that disgusting black thing that corrupts her body. 

She had long since stopped hoping for anyone to help her. All hope in her had died long ago. As she was now, even a doll had a more colorful expression than her. Hell, she even wondered if she had a proper face any longer. 

Closing her eyes as fatigue swept her fragile mind, she went into a sleep full of pain and agony, awaiting a new hellish day.

....

The hellish days continued. 

She wondered how long it has been? 

Will it end one day? 

By now her consciousness has been corroded by something sinister, something that wished for nothing but destruction. 

She was in process of becoming the tool of that thing that wished destruction. 

One day, her usual routine changed without warning, after the hellish experiment she was forced to fight against other numbers (it's how they call them). 

Only one outcome was possible during this fight, you kill your opponent if you don't want to be killed and she was good at killing others as if it has become a natural thing to her. 

During one of those fights, her opponent struck her head, she had some flashbacks of what seemed to be her past. 

A forest, a bursting place, a carriage, a campfire, a promise. 

Unknown emotions started to emerge from the depth of her core, trying to refuse a total corruption, a total submission to the unknown entity that wanted nothing but destruction. 

Even though she couldn't recall anything more than those flashbacks she still cherishes them. They were her treasures, nobody has the reason to own them, not even that thing. 

With a little bit of sanity regained, she started pretending to be a fool like others but a useful fool. She had the feeling that something will change and indeed it did change. 

One that day, 

''007, we are going out.'' One of the men responsible for her tragedy said. 

She followed and she saw him, even though she didn't remember him she knew he was related to her, he might know something about her. Overwhelmed with emotions she tried to reach him, however, they were some obstacle on the road, therefore she tried eliminating to reach what she thought was her salvation.

And yet she was forced to retreat, unable to reach him. She didn't care if she made a blunder by acting on her own, she just wants to reach out to him. 

Back in her cell after being beaten up, 007 vowed to reach him, that black-haired man, she must and she will. 

If there was a glass in front of her, she would have been astonished to see that she was smiling, even though with her appearance it was creepy, it was a smile.

•••••

Elsewhere, two men were talking, one of them was the same man that brought 007 out, the man that Zero and Alpha said that night, the one that goes by the name of Maddog. 

Sitting across Maddog was another familiar face, the one behind the girl's assassination attempt, the one that wants Gracier's dragon eye.

''007 will be needed in the next operation. Everything is already in place.'' The golden-haired young man said. 

Maddog nodded, his eyes filled with madness, he couldn't wait and acquire that sample, even though it was not really what he wanted. 

On the other hand, the golden-haired young man couldn't wait to acquire that eye. 

Each one had his thought unaware of the variable.