Kill

A plot

The cell walls cave in around me, a mirror is placed in one of the walls. I know it is two way, some scientist is watching me. I pace the room, i am in a hospital gown. They have just preformed surgery on me. For some reason my arms feel different, stronger. I can hear the sound of a scientist writing. Experimentally i punch one of the walls. It cracks. I punch it again. It crumbles. The door behind me opens and guards come flooding in. Tranquiliser guns at the ready. One pulls the trigger, it flies through the air and i catch it. i run forwards and kick him in the ribs, there is a crack as his rib cage breaks. Two guards come from behind me, i pick up the body of the injured guard and use it as a club. The two soldiers crumple to the ground. Four soldiers tackle me to the ground but i punch them each in the face and in their stomachs. I then escape out of the open door. I encounter another guard i punch him in the face an steal the gun he is holding. I open a door and walk down one of the halls. There is a barricade of guards blocking my way.

"I see you have escaped." A monotonus voice drones behind me. "Again."

 I shrug. "You should invest in better protection, especially since you've just operated on me!" 

The man rolls his eyes. "My guess is you just woke up?" He grins at my expression. Two guards come at me, one cuffs my hands together the other grabs a hold of my arm. I shake his grip off. "See you in the conference room in 10 Eileen." He mutters strolling down the hall. "Oh and this time, i don't think you will need to wear your hospital gown." 

The cell i stay in is cell 3. Cell 2 is where i eat, and Cell 1 is the operating room. It has been 6 years since the selection. Six years of operating and training. Six years since i have seen Logan's face. They take me to Cell 3, inside i see a rail with a hanger on it. There is an outfit assembled on this hanger, i pull it down curious. They have given me a tank top a pair of jeans and a woolen jumper. A small packet falls to the floor. I soon discover they are a pair of black tights. I quickly rip up the jeans until they resemble a pair of shorts. I shrug on the shirt and squirm into the tights, pulling the modified jeans on top. The jumper just ruins the whole thing, so i decide not to wear it. The guards escort me to the conference room, it is the place i always go before an operation. But i am usually in a hospital gown. They seat me in one of the various chairs in the room. The room is practically empty, save for a girl. She is in all pink, a 1950's style skirt swallows her plump figure, she wears a pink tweed blazer and a bright pink belt. Her hair is cropped on one side and reaches her waist on the other, my guess is it is the new trend. I can easily tell she is rich. The man walks in, it strikes me that i don't even know his name. I see him all the time and i don't even know him. he takes the seat next to the girl.

"Eileen." I nod in response. "This is Beverly Clover," He gestures to the girl. She doesn't so much as look at me. Ofcourse, i am to low a class. I roll my eyes. "The selection was designed to create in effect, a human weapon." He explains to Beverly who seems vaguely interested. "To be used to complete tasks quickly and effectively, no questions asked. For the government, of course. Eileen here or project 5 as we like to call her, is this weapon, for years we have struggled to make her and here she is. Perfection." I haven't heard any of this before, so i lean forwards, curious. "She knows no mercy, shows no fear, and has developed keener senses than any human." Beverly sighs, she has heard this all before. "You miss clover has hired her? or so i understand?" She shoots him a look saying: you think? He laughs, "Yes of course, as you have requested, an assassination?" She gives him the same look, slightly disgruntled he continues. "All leading up to the total of $8 billion?" Beverly stands up, "This is a waste of my time, Why have you called me here Harold?" 

"Eileen, is ready." He states picking up his papers and walking out of the door.I stand up and chase "Harold".

"What? This is the selection?" I yell glaring at him.

"This is merely a test run Eileen, you aren't ready yet."

"A test run! This is sick! To select people to assassinate?"

He comes to a halt. "Yes, this is a program to train human weapon, god Eileen were you even listening?" 

"I didn't sign up for this! I don't want to kill! This is sick, its unfair cruel whatever...it is...disgusting!"

"Life's unfair Eileen, Deal with it!"

"Well i can't! I don't want to live like this taking lives that aren't mine to take!"

"God! Fine be a drama queen see if i care! You have to do this!"

"No! I don't i won't do this. I am a person Harold, or whoever you are! Not a machine, or a toy or an assassin!"

"Well what the hell do you think you have been training for?" He screams shaking me.

"Not this." I whisper.

"Well let me tell you this! You are going to assassinate some one, or there will be consequences!"

"Like what? Haven't you punished me enough? I am fourteen! What have i spent my childhood doing? Training to kill! You cant keep taking things away from my life!"

"What like Logan?" He sneers.

"Logan..." I whisper pain swelling in my chest.

I know eventually i will submit. Or they will take more precious things away from me. They did it before. They killed Logan.

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