I wish my life could have been simple, without much problems, but fate was never that kind to me.
I laid limp on the ground in an abandoned building, surround in my own pool of blood. A few hours ago, I was sent to a lab to be tested on with a fatal drug. It was supposed to test the ability to control other people with the sound of my voice. It was deemed a failure because they didn't see a immediate reaction. A few minutes after, I was sent to be killed by a guard. He failed only because I said no and to kill himself in fear of my own life. I ran away to an abandoned building near a gang of criminals wanted for the highest crimes.
The scientists never accommodated for a traumatic experience to make the experiment become a success. I was raped and beaten to the brink of death, but luckily the experiment called 'Project Sing' arrived in time. With the little strength I had left, I screamed out with all I had sending all of them in a pained frenzy. They all dropped to the ground in pain, screaming for me to stop, mercy or to die. Before long my voice gave out from being used for so long, and with that I ran away towards the building. I pushed my body to go further inside to a room and bolted the door shut. I sluggishly walked to the middle and crumpled to the floor, blood trickling from my wounds.
"She should be here.....the tracker is still active,"
I opened my eyes and groaned in pain, a head-splitting headache demanding my attention apart from the footsteps and a familiar voice I heard. I shakily got up, fearful that it was the gang I ran into, but my blood ran cold with the realization it was the scientists instead. The door twisted but refused to open for them. They banged on the door sending shivers of fear down my spine.
"Open the door #004!"
I cringed at that number in hatred and disgust; that's all I was to them when I became a candidate...a number. I looked at the door in hatred and I felt something inside me snap. A small smile tugged at my lips as my eyes glazed over with an insane look.
"#004! I will not repeat myself,"
"I'm coming~," I said in a singsong voice, slowly getting up and walking to the door. I covered my eyes with the bangs of my hair and unbolted the door. They opened it and looked at me in shock from my condition. They got reports of Project Sing activity from my tracker and wanted to do further testing on me. I smiled lightly and went along with them quietly, with a slightly rusty knife I grabbed earlier. I trailed behind them, humming a light tune to myself and twirling the knife between my fingers behind my back.
We were on the fifth floor of this building, so I had a lot of time to have fun with the scientists....besides....I had nothing to lose anymore.
