A Devils Number

Chapter 1 •Six•

When I was little I remember just waking up and being here. I didn't remember anything other than that. There was no mother for me in sight and when I was approach by a cold looking man, I couldn't speak. All that came out was a whimper of fear. Honestly, I had no clue why I was so afraid of someone I didn't know. He didn't say anything at first but then he grinned widely at me. In his thick Russian accent, he introduced himself as my trainer. As I grew up, I learned a lot of things like how to fight from the shadows or just head on. I never asked any questions. Never asked if I had parents or siblings. I just stayed in my cell, quiet and still, until my trainer and his partner would either bring me out for testing, training, or to fuck me. That's what they called it. They called it "Fucking". But I knew that I didn't like it so I didn't call it that. I chose to ignore it all together even if it did hurt most of the time.

My rewards were small but I appreciated them. If I did well in the lab, I would get to watch a movie of my choice. I would always pick the ones that had family in them. I wanted a mother and father so badly. And I noticed how different looking I was from the people of the screens. It wasn't much of a surprise since I had noticed when I was around other people I trained with. But when I watched a movie, there were more people in there to examine. My skin was paper white and my eyes would be red or violet when I looked in the mirror. My hair matched my skin color and I always hated it. I knew I wasn't normal and I wondered if maybe that was the reason I was trapped in this facility. And I always wondered why I was required to be knocked out went I was to visit the laboratory. When I woke up I would feel groggy and I had to be carried out, back to my cell. I never asked why I felt that way after because I knew my place.

I knew when I could speak and when I couldn't.

"You're doing good, number six." Damon, my trainer, circled around the large mat. I was breathing calmly while watching the woman in front of me pant and glare darkly at me.

"What a fucking brat. You stroke his ego too much," She seethed out at him.

"Vanessa, you're here to spar with him because your one of his favorites. Shut up," He snapped and the man behind him snickered. I glanced over at them and bit down on my tongue, narrowing my eyes at the woman. She growled and run at me with a knife rather quickly. I stepped by smoothly, leaning back with every strike she gave me and gave myself some room, kicking the knife from her hand. Vanessa shrieked in frustration and tackled me. I wheezed as the air was knocked out of my lungs but my legs wrapped around her arms to bring them away from my throat. I kept her pinned down to the floor and waited to see if she tapped out.

"Finish her already," Damon seethed, his leg moving backward as he he were about to kick my head. I flinched and gripped her neck until she passed out. Slowly, I let her go and watched her limp body lay still. Then, I stood up and looked at Damon, waiting for his instructions. "You're needed at the lab," Sebastian chimed from behind the larger man. He had his phone up to his ear and I began to wonder why he didn't receive the order from the radio on his hip. That probably meant it was something serious, like I would be at the lab for some time. Maybe a couple of days, but who knows. My head nodded and I walked over to Damon like an obedient child waiting for their parent to do something. He looked down on me for a split second and gave me a cocky smirk.

"Let's go, my favorite little finger puppet," he leaned down to chime in my ear. "Your favorite doctor has some more fun games to play with you." He reached around to grope my butt before he shoved me forward by the small of my back. I stumbled before walking forward, my lips glued together because I didn't want to be punished for talking back. Damon walked closely behind be which made me self conscious. I did everything in my power to walk normally and to not tempt him, he was terrifying when I would tempt him. And the worst part is, I didn't even mean to. I didn't want to. He just looked at me and suddenly I was forced to strip naked. So I would make sure to walk differently and look at him with a blank stare and I would answer him in short answers. I made no sound when I was hurt because sometimes that would make it worse. So I continued to walk as normally as I could, hoping I wouldn't tempt him. We walked towards the elevator and he pushed the button before shoving me inside once the doors opened. There were two other scientists in there, possibly going to the same floor as me, and Damon stepped in afterward. The button for the last floor was already pressed so I didn't bother. I kept my eyes straight ahead, staring at my pale reflection in the elevator door. It was fuzzy and I could barely see my facial features which I was glad for. I didn't like the way I looked.

"You excited, number six?" A scientist asked randomly. I had no idea what she was talking about to I stayed silent. She chuckled out an off-putting sound and turned to the man with her, continuing whatever conversation they were holding. Damon clamped his hand over my shoulder. I held back whatever was tempting me to squirm as the elevator dinged and the door opened. The scientists walked out and I followed after them with Damon right next to me. It smelled very clean on this floor, usually it always did. But no matter how clean it looked or smelled, my stomach would turn and twist. I could feel bile rise up my throat and I gulp to hold it down.

"Keep fucking going," Damon growled at me, shoving me forward. I didn't stumble as much this time. And I didn't realize I had stopped walking in the first place. I always forget what I'm doing down here in this place. Damon walked ahead of me and pushed open the familiar blue door that made me feel heavy in weight. My feet began to drag and my body wanted me to run back to my room. But I pushed forward, walking into the clean, white room that had many stations along the walls, except one wall had rows of seating for observations.

"Number 6, strip down behind that curtain over there," the doctor said, quickly pulling me over to a small corner with a curtain. "Then I want you to put this on." She handed me a short thin gown. I glared down at the mint colored piece of clothing before walking into the small changing room. I quickly got changed and stepped out, goosebumps traveling up my arms and legs and then my neck as my bare feet traveled along the cold floor. I sat on the operation chair and then sat back, staring at my lap. "Okay, begin putting him under. Everything is ready," A man mumbled as he began to strap me down. I stared up at the ceiling before closing my eyes like I usually did. I focused on my breathing and frowned when I felt the pinch of the needle and a mask filled with laughing gas was placed over my nose. Not long after that I felt funny and light, my body felt numb, and then I fell asleep.

"Get him up, he's up." I whimpered quietly while opening my eyes looking up at Damon and a nurse who helped me sit up. They placed me in a wheel chair while my eyes groggily traveled around. My lips cracked into a smile while I let out a breathy laugh. Tears, they were warm, rolled down my cheeks for no reason and I couldn't speak. I was being pushed down the hall while the man, the nurse, he walked with us, pushing the IV connected to me as he did so. I closed my eyes and let my head hang while I was rolled back to my room. I don't remember how I long it took to get to my room but I was laid down, given some meds, and then the lights were turned off.

My cell was pitch black now and usually I hated it but now that I'm on some sort of dose, I felt relaxed and happy. Maybe not happy. Content? Perhaps content. "Sebastian..." I knew he was there because he usually had to watch over me after surgeries. "What?" He asked in an annoyed tone.

"Do you...do you think that the devil is real?"

"Nah. But if he was, your definitely one of his victims," he snorted out humorously. My lips pulled into a frown. I didn't want to be a victim.

I wanted to be liked.