(A/N: Just a quick note for you guys. The Asset still has all of the injuries he did in the last chapter and will continue to have the injuries until I say that, I don't know, they've been patched up or something. Also thank you so much for voting and stuff!)
The Asset was still on the table when he realized something.
The Asset didn't know much about himself.
He only knew what he needed to know.
But at this moment.
This second.
He knew something.
Something that was his own.
His own thought.
An original thought.
He knew he had to get out of there.
He also knew that it wouldn't be easy.
But he knew this compound.
He knew its systems.
Its pipeline.
Its plot.
Its area.
Its perimeter.
Its everything.
He had been down every hall.
Every crook.
Every craney.
Everything.
He could escape.
Escape.
The word echoed in his empty mind.
Escape.
To get away from this hell hole.
From the murder.
To try and regain his memories.
Maybe he had had a family.
Maybe he still had a family.
A family.
The word was foreign.
To him, at least.
He'd never had a family.
Hadn't he?
Maybe he had.
Maybe a mom.
A dad too.
Maybe some siblings.
Maybe he had known Lydia.
She was a friend.
She was good.
He didn't want to hurt her.
He had never wanted to hurt any of them.
But he didn't have a choice then.
And now he does.
He has a choice.
To not be a puppet.
To escape.
To get out of there.
To be free.
With those thoughts in mind, a surge of strength went through the broken and beaten Asset.
He tugged violently on his right restraint.
His metal arm made it easy to break through it.
He ripped the other restraint off.
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