"Come on faster, faster. I know you can beat your last record."
Hearing those words made my body fill with rage and motivation.
I have been living in this researching building for many years trying to perfect my skills for a mission. Now I'm not entirely sure why Mr. Cowell, the man who paid to create me, was so eager to get his revenge. But all I know is that my host, which is my former teenage self's, body and mind won't let me abandon this task.
I felt a scream erupt from my throat as my fist collided once again to the moving punching bag, creating a hole through it.
Jared, one of the main scientists, stopped his stopwatch and smiled in satisfaction.
"Great Job Y/N. It only took you 3.24 seconds. That's 1.19 seconds less than the last time."
I grabbed one of the water bottles that they left for me on the table and watched as the ripped skin on my knuckles healed quickly.
Even though I am indestructable, sometimes when they push the limits in my training, my "...