I still sometimes see it in my dreams. I still can taste blood,hear the screaming, feel the torture,see the carnage,and smell the rot.Everything about it still haunt me in my dreams. Sleep has been lost because of these events. I'm less human because of these events. They turned me into a killing machine. Worst yet, they turned me into a killing machine that they can't control. Perhaps one day, even I won't be able to restrain myself from killing randomly. Without self control. If I could go back to how things were would I? Probably not, I wouldn't know what to do with myself. Without the ability to be a gun for hire, I wouldn't know what to do.If you can't handle blood and gore I suggest stop reading.
The day started off like a normal day. I was going to get the mail.When out of nowhere a group of suited men ambushed me out of nowhere. I couldn't react in time.One drove a syringe into my neck. I stumbled backward before blacking out. I woke up tied to a chair. A man in a black suit walked into the room. "What do you want.I don't have anything of worth." I pleaded to man holding me captive. He stared at me silent, tilted his side. "Please you don't have to do this." I begged him.I pulled a knife off the table beside me. He then drove the blade into my leg,above my knee,five times. Blood spurted every where, stained the blade and splashed onto my face.I was into much shock to utter a word. The whole world felt like it was crashing in on me.
That's when he walked in,a man in a black hooded,rob. At the time I would never except him to be someone who I would cross more than once. Yet I still don't know his name or what his face looks like."Subject 6, not looking very good." He calmly stated. What the hell did he mean by "subject 6". What did he have in store for me.I wondered. Before he pulled out a hand gun leveled it with my head. "Shi.." was the only part of the word I could get out before he put a bullet into my skull. Next thing I knew I was still wasn't tied to the chair anymore.But the chair had been flipped over and laying on my stomach a foot away from the chair. My body must have went spiraling after I got shot. My right eye felt odd, I touched it and I couldn't feel the pupil.I felt around the eye and the flesh felt heavily scarred. I panicked. I looked all around me and the back of the room that was behind me and the chair was covered in blood.
The robbed man walked in. "Subject 6, was successful at healing itself after apparent death.He may be useful after all." The man stated in his monotone voice into a small tape recorder." The subject repaired itself in 6 hours flat." He stated, while I believe examining me. He pulled the gun out and immediately fired at me. The bullet struck me in the should. I grasped at the wound as it began to bleed. Then I noticed it stopped in about three minutes.I gazed at the man in confusion.I should be dead. " Subject is confused about its unnatural origin." This statement puzzled me,however the unknown man stated as if everyone else knew what he was referring to.I stood up, before a metallic object came crushing into my skull. I stumbled back as red smoke began to emerge out of the canister. I fell down, but luckily i manged to catch myself before I fully collapsed. I crouched into a charging positions, as blood flowed like a waterfall from both my mouth and nostrils.A suited man came charging into the directly at me. I speared him, I felt and heard his ribs snap in half. I felt significantly stronger. I stood up and took hold of his neck and somehow manage to lift him in the air.I noticed he was wearing a gas mask. I was unprepared for what happened next. He drove a knife into my left should,that arm wasn't holding him, and began to twist the blade as the metal brushed against bone and widened the wound.
I pulled the blade out of my shoulder, I started rapidly swiping at him with the knife in my right hand.He managed to evade all my strikes. He ended up grabbing my arm at the end of the last swing.He stepped forward, while maintaining his grasp on my arm. He was trying to knock me off balance. I fell backwards. Somehow I managed to grasp his gas mask and rip it off. I began to freak out before his flesh began to rapidly melt off leaving just exposed muscle. He reached out to me for help. I stepped aside of his plead for help. He dropped to the floor face first dead. I picked up the mask and covered my face with it.The hooded man walked in " Subject is the first subject six to have survived the Ultimate Mercenary serum." The man stated as tossed my armor I that I would wear to this day.
Four years, that's how long I was isolated from the outside world. I began to believe that I was never going to see the sun again. I trained under this unknown man for four years. The training was brutal but there only a few instances that stand out in my mind. The first being the first time I unleashed my bone claws. It was a normal training, if by normal you mean being trained to be the world's greatest killing machine against your will. I facing against two suited men. I was winning. Until a third one surprised me from behind. He Tarazed me in the back. I dropped to my knees and received a swift punt kick to the face. Luckily the mask absorbed some of the impact. I fell backward and then it happened two claws came popping out of my left knuckles and embedded themselves into the guts of the man behind me. I fell down onto my back, running the claws down his torso.I leapt up. Pouncing on the guy standing to my left. I impaled the man's eyes.The other guy charged at me.He managed to kick me in the chest as I slash his knee, exposing bone. The kick sent me back a foot, a sat up. For what seemed to be an eternity we sat there just staring at each other. He sluggish started to sprint at me. I stood up and charged back at him, slid into a lunge and stabbing with my claws below the belt.He collapsed and began to vomit blood. I climbed on top of him and slit his throat with my claws. The first guy was still alive somehow. He then emptied a magazine into my legs and chest form his hand gun. He had been concealing it the whole time, but now it was empty. I crawled over to him a bleeding mess and just simply smothered him to death.
Then the robbed man sent me on a mission I had to kill someone. If I didn't an ankle bracelet they placed on me would detonate.I was to kill a police officer. At least it was at night and he gave me directions to where the officer was. I got lucky. He was a corrupt cop, granted I don't think the hooded man cared if he was or not.When I got to the alley he was forcing himself on to a young lady." Stop! No means no! You Creep!" The girl pleaded before the cop smacked her in the face.I was equipped with a round shield and an AK, which would never leave my side after that day. I tried to sneak up on him, but he heard me as I attempted to knock him out with the shield. He manged to grab the shield in mid decent. Out of nowhere he blast lasers out of his eyes. It brush past my right arm but burnt through the armor and scolded my flesh.He then blasted me in the chest sending me crashing into the brick wall, thankfully my armor held up this time. Then he turned back to where the girl had been,, now she was gone. And he was furious. "You son of a bi.." He began as he turned to me. I let out a barrage of bullets from my AK,using my left arm. The bullets struck him in the chest. He leaned up against wall bleeding out from dozens of bullet wounds. I pressed a button on the inside of the shield that made it grow jagged. He was choking on his own blood. I threw the jagged shield and split his torso in half.I took off his combat helmet to replace my gas mask.
The last incident was me gaining my freedom. It was a normal day when a SWAT team managed to find the warehouse. I didn't care about the people holding me captive so I turned on them. I don't remember too much. Other than that I took my bandanna from one of the fallen female SWAT members the hooded man killed in front of me, killed a bunch of suited men and managed to stay alive to claim the warehouse as my own base. I also killed the hooded man after he killed the swat member."So the dog bites the hand that feeds it?" The hooded man questioned as I fixed the bandanna around my neck. I stood up right before the hooded man pointed his hand toward me and blast of sand flung me across the warehouse. I crashed into the metal wall and fall on my side. He then formed sand pile underneath me and jetted me into the ceiling. In mid air the sand took the appearance of a large cobra and slammed me into the concrete ground,sending sand every where. I couldn't move my body. I got lucky. He move to me and began to mock me by nudging with his foot "is the best you can do?" I grabbed a machete that was lying on a dead body and swung upward while rising to my feet. The strike had connected and there was gap leading to his beating heart.I tore it out of his chest, as it was still beating,and squeezed it. Blood gust out of the mutilated attires. I threw the heart up and slash it in half with my claws
I cleaned the warehouse of the carnage. It's been a year. I have remolded the warehouse, so it serves as my house and base. Yet the incidents still haunt me. Worse yet someone wearing the same robe as the man that tortured me for years has emerged with a mysterious brief and the only thing I have is a map.Hopefully this won't lead up to anything that will haunt me as well.
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