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Chapter 1

I looked up at the man who took me as a prisoner, as I could remember. Things were blurry, there was yelling, screaming, banging; other indistinguishable noises. Words that came out of there mouth as a blur as well. I was in no state of mind, not even sure if I was conscious. My mind snapped back into place as I hit the floor. I felt something for the first time in what seemed to be forever. It was pain, pain on my bloody wrists and ankles from the ropes binding me to the chair, and pain in my jaw, probably from being punched as well. Two hands yanked me back up by my shoulders. I was still delirious but I could tell what was going on.
I was in a room with a woman and two men. One of the men was standing a few feet behind the other man that was directly in front of me. The woman was situated on a wall in the back corner of the room, leaning against the dark, musky, concrete wall. I didn't know their names or even who they were, besides the man directly in front of me who had taken me here. Where here even was, I really did not know.
Something collided with my chin, a fist, hard and fast. My head leaned back and cold steel was rested against the hem of my throat. Everything appeared in whites and I could see them all, laughing. Except they weren't really laughing, in reality, it was just all in my mind. But I could tell that they had the mind set that they were the winners in this; they thought they were the ones who would be joyful in the end. It was just the way evil worked before it's elusive downfall.
"You know..", the man started to say in front of me as he grabbed my hair, pulled my head back and leaned his head in to speak into my ear in a loud whisper, "You caused us quite a bit of trouble in trying to capture you", the blade pushed a little into my throat, i could feel the cut coming on. "You stupid piece of shit..." The blade drew a little more in, and as it felt like he was just about to finish the job, the man behind him stepped forward and grabbed his forearm, stopping him in surely a mere moment before he would have slit my throat.
"No" was all the man that was behind him said, and shook his head. The man with the knife had a mad, but somewhat reasonable look in his eyes, but he knew too that it was better to pull the knife away. He calmed himself and stepped back, but not too far away. Him and the man that was behind him were now talking in a low whisper in front of me, I couldn't make out anything of what they were saying. I looked over at the woman who was still in the corner of the room with her back against the wall, arms crossed. She had been observing the whole situation patiently. She seemed smart and laid back, but she also had that miscellaneously evil look in her eyes, just like the others.
The whispers of the men in front of me were starting to get louder and their speed of speaking even faster. The woman, who had been patiently calm and quiet this whole time, finally spoke up. "Gentlemen." She looked at them and smirked, but it wasn't a normal. It seemed lost, lost and unaware of how it's beholder truly was; it was fake, and at the same time it wasn't. The two men looked at her and the wicked smirk faded from her pretty face. "Shall we go discuss these matters somewhere privately?". It was more of an order than a question. The man that was in front of me looked down and cursed at himself while the other looked at the woman and nodded. The group of the three shadowy, dark silhouettes exited the room in an orderly line, through the thick metal door with only a handle and no windows, as it slammed shut by itself; leaving me only to my thoughts in the somewhat cold, silent, unmoving darkness.

***

Robert was having a hard time making sense of things. All he did was look down while we talked, not sure if he agreed with our decisions of what to do with R-72 or not. "That figures," Zen thought to himself, "he was the most naive and child-like in the group. Never wanting to kill, always holding me back.." He couldn't prevent this though. He had a much bigger frame than Zen, despite his child-like demeanor, he was strong. He was about 6'6 with a bulk that much resembled a pro wrestler. Compared to Zen's 5'8, lean, skinny frame, he was nothing to Robert. "At least I have speed, and the mind and willpower greater than a stupid child, you dumb fuck.."
"Hey, Zen. Z-E-N. Anyone home?" Zen looked up at Molly, finally realizing he had gotten lost in his thoughts. He didn't want to stop, but he had to in order to discuss their current situation.
"Yeah, I'm here," he replied coldly; not directly at her, but just because he had been disturbed, and he loved that 'little place' he had in his mind. In there, he was happy, he could imagine people getting beat, cut, burned by him in there, and it made him happy. It made him happy knowing that he was smarter or stronger, and knowing what faults a person had that he didn't. It made him feel so much better and secure about who he was.
"We have to decide what to do to get the information out of R-72," Molly started coolly, "Torture might be sufficient, but I don't think it works against that type. He didn't seem to feel a thing." She turned around and paced forward slowly for a few steps, then turned back after thinking for a little. "Maybe bringing his memories back, haunting him, letting him know--"
"Know who he was?" A voice started from behind the corner wall to the right of the t-shaped room. "No, no, no, little girl, that's a very bad idea." The man stepped out into the room with an insane evil glee in his eyes and a smile upon his lit-up face. He leaned forward as he walked closer and closer toward Molly, tilting his awkwardly bent head at us. "No, no, no! You see? We must break him.. Break him, very, very slowly, yes? YES!"
Robert stepped out in front of Molly, grabbing the man's neck. He was very protective of the 18 year old brunette, who had just recently joined us, taking the place of Gem, one of our former comrades. Molly was actually nice to this big freak, unlike everyone else in our organization, besides the boss. She seemed to always have a split inside of her, but on the outside she always had this center, a very good sense of self control. "Touch Molly, you die" said Robert. He even spoke in a childish voice, the only unfitting thing about him is that even when he was serious, the voice was the same and it always needed a smile to feel right.
"Gurrr, gahhh", only little gurgles could come out of the man's choking throat. His eyes were wide, and he was thrashing his legs violently and digging his two-inch claws into Robert's left forearm, forcing blood to circulate out underneath them and trickle down onto the floor.
"Robert! Robert, that's enough. Put him down, please." She spoke to Robert, touching his right shoulder gently, having to reach up a little in the process. Robert set the man down, almost reluctantly. The man looked disgustingly at him and walked back through the way he came, not saying a word, but you could also tell of his hatred for all of us. His kind hated humans, hated anything resembling human.
Molly wasn't watching the man walk away. At least, what kind-of, but not really, appeared to be a man anyway. In fact, even when she put her hand on Robert's shoulder to speak, she wasn't looking directly at him, she was only noticing the blood trickling down from the small cuts on his arm to the floor. She stared almost hungerly at it and licked her lips for a few seconds before she finally shook her head, snapping out of the little daze she must have been in.
"Whatever, I'm sick of this bullshit." Molly started. "I'm gonna go get some soda, I need the caffeine boost". Molly and Robert didn't pay attention to Zen, they almost never did, unless he was doing something-or-other to hurt Robert's precious little feelings. They both walked out of the room, not even giving a slight look back, Robert walking straightforward around the corner to the West side of the t-room, and Molly following, staring again at his forearm, which was now slightly coated in blood.
"Weird fucking people, weird mother fuckers", Zen whispered to himself, as he walked back into the room where R-72 was confined, alone but not really by himself, as long as he had that safe little secure place in his mind. He was happy, and he never felt alone.
He entered the room and a wicked smile played across his face. The answers would could out of R-72, one way or another, and he decided that torture would be the best method. The door shut by itself, and then Zen began to speak of how R-72 would meet his artistically beautiful demise.

***

Robert thought about the 'man' who wanted to kill his beloved Molly. B-22, one of the failure attempts at the modern creations, back in the older-older days. We call him Sam. Usually the B series didn't get a human name, but he insisted on having one; as the boss said, whatever made everyone happy. They both continued walking through the facility down a few quiet long hallways, footsteps against metal being the only real noises besides the thoughts in Robert's mind.
"It's over now though", Robert thought. "It's over, and Molly is alright, and I won't let any bad men hurt her." He looked over at the bronzed skin, beautiful girl that he had grown to love in the short period of half a year. Molly. Nobody else ever cared about him as much as she did, even if he did get the feeling that she was a little weird. "If only I could express my thoughts into words like everyone else, if only--", he stopped. He couldn't change that, he knew it, and he shouldn't hope.
"Robert." Molly said as she touched his shoulder. He spun around and then she thrust him into the wall to their right. She tilted her head down, looked into his dark brown, sensitive, eyes and smiled. He was stunned, not knowing what was going to happen, didn't know and couldn't utter even a single word, not only because he had trouble saying things but also because of his deep affection for the young woman. He'd never been touched by a woman before, so he could only keep his mouth shut and stare right back
She broke their gaze by looking down at his bloody left arm. "Let me help you with that," she said, still with a smile upon that pretty dark face of hers, rubbing a couple fingers over his cuts, then putting them into her mouth and sucking them off. He knew she was weird, he accepted that fact long ago; although he had never seen her do something like this before, he was still okay with it. "Mmmm", she muttered, then lowered her head even more and started sucking directly out of four of the five semi-deep cuts.
She was done after almost a minute of this, finally having enough. "You taste really.. really, good." She said, taking a look up at him. His eyes were wide with a little shock, she had predicted this kind of reaction from him, but she knew he'd still stand by her side. The shock slowly faded from his eyes and he appeared to be normal again, which was really good for her, since he wasn't really freaked out by what she had just done.
"Sorry Robert," she started, not needing to apologize but not knowing what else to say, "I just love the taste of fresh human blood." She paused and shrugged her shoulders. "I don't really know why." She smiled then grabbed his hand for the first time ever, actually taking the lead.
"C'mon big guy, let's go back. Didn't want anyone else to see that." Molly started to lead Robert back down to the prisoners block. His feelings for her were mixed, confused, he didn't know why; he thought this was love.
"Is it love? What is love, really?" he thought to himself. Robert didn't really know, he had never been loved or had loved before. Somewhere in his mind, there was a little shadow of doubt, he thought about that too as they walked through the hallways and rooms, back into the corridor where R-72 was being kept. It was telling him something. Telling him that somehow, everything, his feelings, his love, even his work, was all just very, very wrong.

***

Sam could hear the screams of the R-72 from the main council chamber. He smiled, that obviously sinister, insane smile that was kept by so many of the B series outcasts. He was happy, not only from hearing the screams of an R series victim, which he enjoyed almost more than anything by the way, but also because he was the only B series kept here in this facility.
No, he wasn't just another B series experiment, he was not like the others; he was brilliant, as intellectual and self-sufficient as any human being. He was Sam, he had a human name and it was Sam, that was all that he needed to get by, to at least feel human.
"No, no, NO! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" Sam screamed. "Just as good as any human, no, no, no, even better," he thought to himself. His scream echoed throughout the big O shaped room, and it was shortly follows by the bang of his right fist swinging into the large metal table in the center. Of course, nobody else could hear him over the screams of the dying R-72; they were becoming louder and louder, he was obviously in true agony.
It made Sam smile wider. But wait. Maybe the R-72 wasn't going to die. No, he couldn't think such unhappy thoughts, of course they weren't going to keep it alive, although torture was not the best method to get something out of that model, it was about all they could try. He thought it would be pointless to use torture at the beginning, but he must have been wrong.
"And once we have the information we need, we will kill him, and soon after, we will kill them all". His eyes widened, and he laughed, he laughed proudly, insanely, as loud as his vocal cords could muster, and he wondered if the R-72 could hear it from here; he could only hope.
He left the room and walked down the short hallway out the front door into the arctic cold outside, he couldn't hear the screams from inside, he couldn't hear anything but the cold whispers of the wind and his footsteps on thick sheets of soft white snow, and that was all he wanted at the moment; to listen to nothing but himself, to his thoughts, and to just be left alone in his state of complete and utter bliss.

***

The room, everything that happened within the five-minute period, was just a dark haze. My throat hurt, it was soar and I felt hoarse. But even more than that, what hurt even more than that i finally realized, was the other pain. There was blood everywhere, I could feel it, I could feel the big, burning sensation across the outside of my chest, along my face and arms, and--
He was standing in front of me, wide eyed, with a big, sharp knife in his left hand.
"How did you like that, huh? Huh? You stupid fucking coward." He put his open hand on my left shoulder and leaned in a little closer. I could make out the face now; it was the mad who captured me.
"How does it feel, you stupid experiment, to be tortured by someone better than you, huh? To feel powerless, to feel less than everyone else around you?" He points the knife just below my other open shoulder, my right one. I can feel the tip of the blade press against my skin.
"You're nothing--"
--the big metal door burst open behind him, and he spun around quickly, dropping the knife. I couldn't make out who opened the door at first, the man was still standing in front of me. It was silent for a few moments before someone spoke up that was blocked from my view.
"So this is your idea of fun, huh Zen? Did you even get the information out of him?" It was a woman's voice. Zen, apparently the name of the man who captured me remained silent; speechless.
"Move. You're disgusting." she said, and walked forward, pushing Zen out of the way, accompanied by a big guy right behind her.
They were the same man and woman that were in the room before..
The woman stood in front of me and the man, that I now noticed had a face much like a young child's, his eyes being the only giving his maturity away, stood closely behind her.