❝All these years you've lived...but you've never had a life.❞
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She couldn't recall her name. She could, however, recall what had happened to her and what the number imprinted on her wrist meant.
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It was a reminder of isolation...a past life...
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❝TRICK OR TREAT, FREAK❞
The room was dark and had been all she'd seen for an unknown amount of time.
She didn't know what to think as she sat aimlessly. All she knew was that her hair was tangled to hell, her skin was dry, and that there was no human life in that portion of the building.
They had locked her away for good reason, her resentment towards them had already been the root cause of numerous staff deaths.
This was their only choice...and Brenner had no problem with it.
He admired her ability to inconspicuously assassinate Russians and tap into the 'Bardo' of her mind, and although her abilities didn't accomplish his main objective, they did come into good use.
She was a weapon -- and that was her sole purpose.
However, Nine disagreed, because she hated the feeling of a person's life force slipping away. She hated the blank look that rested within their eyes as they took their final breath.
She didn't believe that she was a monster; that was one of the only reasons she hadn't gone completely insane within that room.
Hungry.
Her stomach twisted into knots as she peered into the darkness, dragging her tongue along her lips and tasting the salt that her tears had left behind.
God knows she'd cried enough whilst waiting for the food that never seemed to come. She couldn't recall the last time she had eaten, but she did remember that she missed it.
Her stomach had been empty for long enough and she knew that as soon as the lights were switched on she'd be seeing a different version of herself.
Her body was sickly thin. Her hair was straggly and had become less-and-less full as time moved along. Her skin was dry and her nails were brittle, having broken when she'd dragged her hands down the walls in anguish.
❝Nine, there's hope.❞
❝Nine, stop crying, it's okay.❞
❝Nine-❞
Three's voice constantly reverberated throughout her head as the darkness attempted to consume her. As time passed even his words seemed to begin losing their hold over her and the optimism she held over her own future.
❝Sorry. S-Sorry.❞
Nine muttered, her voice hoarse from the abstinence of its use.
❝Sorr-❞
The melancholy ambiance suddenly shifted as Nine's eyes widened and she bit her lip, wringing her hands together in an unsuccessful attempt at calming herself.
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