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The air shifted around you, the thorns approaching your body at an alarming speed.
Some years ago that same situation would have you shaking on your knees, now you barely blinked. You had many scars spread on your body proving they weren't kidding, but this time you were prepared. You manipulated the wooden pieces and they fell to the floor like if it was nothing.
"Again." The voice you most hated in the World yelled. You groaned, annoyed and glared towards the window from where they watched.
They shoot again. You weren't ready. Instead of using your usual method, you tried to dodge the thorns. It worked fine in the beggining, but as more and more of those stakes reached you, it became hard. You felt a sharp pain on your side. One of the thick wooden thorns scratched your skin through the fabric of your training suit. But that didn't stop them. No. "Again!" They yelled.
Your eyes widened in realization. You should have known. They usually stopped when you were injured, but it worked differently now that you were supposedly an advanced 'soldier'.
"Stop!" Someone shouted in your behalf, but to no avail.
You struggled to keep moving, your mind too stirred to actually let you use your power. You leaned and twisted, skilfully avoiding the thorns that flew through the air and dug into the wall behind you.
When the attack wave faded, you fell to your knees, not because of the exhaustion, but because of the dread, the thrill of almost being pierced to death. You wanted so desperatly to scream in frustration, to cry and destroy all around you...
Emotions were something they tried to erase from you, they wanted to make you the perfect soldier, stoic and ready for battle. They didn't succeed, but you weren't one to tell them that. No, you shoved the emotions deep inside. You hid it under a dense amount of coverage, a mask. You remained still, pretending to feel nothing but the commom fatigue after a rough training.
The door slammed open and you sternly looked up at the men that entered the white empty room. Your eyes met cold blue ones and you clenched you jaw. The man who dragged you into all of this, who took you away from your life, your family. You wondered how he slept at night, knowing all that had been done to you and other nine kids whose childhood he stole.
After him, two guards and a very familiar figure being hauled by them. You suppressed any reaction, by taking a deep breath.
"You failed, A." Dr. Kavalchuk spoke, his piercing icy blue eyes burried deep into yours. You supported his gaze.
"I've been hit." You stated coldly.
"Yes, dear. I believe we all saw that. Care to explain?"
"The second wave was unexpected. I had no time."
"You had enough time!" He growled, dangerously stepping towards you. "Your only duty is to master it and not even this you can do properly!"
Dr. Kavalchuk sighed, rubbing his eyes almost tiredly.
"Remind me again why I haven't eliminated you yet." He quietly asked.
"I am your most successful experiment, sir." You replied.
"But you're still so easily defeated. Is it worth to keep you?"
"With all the respect, sir, but you told me yourself that my evolution has been perfectly bonded to my genes and you might never be able to repeat that achievement again." You said, holding back a smirk.
"You're correct, A. I must say I'm impressed with your mental development." Dr. Kavalchuk sounded almost proud, but you knew better than to believe it. "Now, why was that medician intervening on your training?" He asked, changing the subjet to the man on the guards' arms. You gulped.
"I have no idea."
"Is that so?" He questioned, stalking around you as if you were his prey. "Then you wouldn't mind if my men got rid of him...?"
"You do as you plese, sir."
"Very well." Dr. Johnson spoke, a large grin spreading on his face. You heart sunk in your chest. You better than anyone knew what that twisted smile on his face meant. Punishment. He turned on his heels, facing his guards. "Make sure not to leave any stain on the floor." He ordered before leaving the room.
The air got stuck in your throat and one single tear leaked down your cheek as they broke the medician's neck in one swift motion. You gasped, bringing your hands to your mouth that fell agape. The only person who cared about you was now dead. The entire room shook violently, like an earthquake and you saw some cracks opening on the roof and walls. You quickly composed yourself, noticing the men now stared at you with something close to fear.
For some odd reason that only spur you further. You got up and smirked evily.
"No stains, huh?" You asked, glaring at the guards. "I'll leave stains. Plenty of them."
Your eyes flashed with power as the first one fell to the floor, coughing blood. You took your time with the second, opening dozens of deep gashes all over his body and observing the blood pouring from it. His eyes bored into yours, pleading for help, for mercy. You shook your head, laughing.
He wanted a soldier. He raised a monster.