Random Anime Fanfiction - Chapter 13 Remembering The Pas

Seventeen’s P.O.V.

My first memory of opening my eyes was immediately after my birth. The first thing I saw was a woman. She was missing both her arms and legs yet had a smile on her face. I was confused how a person could be suffering so much yet still produce such a beautiful smile. I saw her turn to me, and instead of continuing to smile, she started to scream hysterically, after she began to scream, she got put on a wheelchair and taken away. I didn’t know why she screamed, but I knew it was because she saw me.

For the next couple of years, I regularly got tested both physically and mentally in painful and exhausting ways. These included but not limited to full body DNA samples, daily checks of my pain tolerance by stabbing, burning, shooting, crushing etc. I was also forced to learn countless amounts of knowledge, by the time I was three, I knew how to write and speak 34 languages fluently, I knew, in theory, the most effective places to attack in order to kill a person with 56 different weapons (both guns and cold weapons) (cold weapons are weapons that don’t use explosions, e.g. blades, bows, blunt weapons etc) and many other things.

It wasn’t until I was five that I met another child. I was thrown into a white room. In the centre of the room, two basic combat knifes was lying on the floor. I look towards the opposite side of the room, and another child was also thrown into the room before the door closed behind it. It looked and behaved like a machine, and I could tell it didn’t care about life or death, solely following orders. We hear a knocking sound, and both look to one of the walls, there is a sheet of glass and behind it, a man sitting on a thrown. He doesn’t even look at us before saying one word, ‘Kill’. Before I can register as to what the man means, the other child sprints forward and grabs both knives before dashing towards me. I don’t fully understand what the child is doing until it starts to swing the blades at me. I see one slash is going towards my neck and the other is being lunged towards my torso. I realise this child is attempting to kill me. I start thinking about how I should dodge to not die. As the blades get closer to within a centimetre from hitting me, the child falls down dead.

There is a bloody hole piercing through its eye, and blood drip down from my mouth.

After I stomp on the child’s neck confirming its death, I hear the man laughing, “I never expected for you to break off and use your tooth to kill your opponent. I see great potential in you Seventeen”, he says with a grin, but his voice is monotone without any emotion.

“Get rid off Twelve, it is nothing but a failure”, said the man before I get dragged away and the dead body which used to be a child called twelve is casually kicked outside the room by one of the staff.

My life continued with me being physically trained, mentally taught and battles with other children as well as some adults. In my battles, there was always the same man at the beginning and the end, he would always say one of two possible commands, “Kill” or “Incapacitate”. If he told you to kill, you killed, if he told you to incapacitate, you would take them down without killing or causing permanent damage. If you disobeyed such as killing after he said ‘Incapacitate’, you would be tortured and abused to the point you would wish for death. If this happened twice, the child would disappear.

When I was ten years old, I started being sent out into society to kill/threaten/protect people for missions. From what I heard from other people, we were known as an organisation called ‘Omnipotence’, there were several tiers of members based on mission success rate, Singles (1% to 9%), Doubles (10% to 99%) and Triples (100%). I was one of four triples.

One day when I was fifteen I was on a mission with another triple, her number was Eighty-four. She was a similar age as me, and although powerful and intelligent, due to her gender disadvantages, she was weaker than me, but in exchange, she had better stamina and flexibility. I had done missions with her several dozen times now and fought her in battle half a dozen times, I won four times, and she won twice. All of which were extremely close to a tie. During this mission, we had to explore the Bermuda Triangle for an underground base. We had a general idea of where the base was meant to be, but no actual evidence for it existing. Shockingly on the ninth day of exploration, we found it but was completely confused how. There was a stone wall that was some sort of hologram when I tripped and fell over a tree stump, I fell through the wall. Due to our origins, we were surrounded with the most advanced and up-to-date technology imaginable yet never heard of any holograms this realistic. After entering, we found a descending staircase leading to a round room. On the floor was a whirlpool of purple energy spinning in the centre of the room. After looking at it, we knew we should report it to the higher-ups and get more people down here to investigate, yet as we were about to start going up the stairs again, the portal began to rise and formed a humanoid figure. It lifted its hand towards us then before I could even blink, we were somewhere else. We were teleported to a forest in the middle of nowhere.

After several weeks of exploring the island, we concluded that apart from animals, there were no living humans, but we did find remnants of an abandoned human society. During this time of isolation me and Eighty-four, did whatever we could to survive, due to the nights being fatally cold even with shelter and fire, we had to hug one another with the intention to share body heat. At the beginning it was mechanical, no other intentions other than self-preservation. But all that time together made us something more than numbers, and we started to regain our humanity. We began to feel lonely when we were apart, happiness when together and lust when we were touching.

One day Eighty-four instead of lying next to me like usual, sat down on top of my crotch with her feet the floor, she slowly lowered her chest down to my chest while keeping eye contact with me, until she kissed me on the lips. That was the start to a beautiful night of love and passion. Every night after that for several months we would first have sex then go to sleep then wake up in the morning to have more sex then leaving to gather resources in the afternoon.

Several months since we started having sex, we noticed that her stomach was getting bigger, which at the beginning we merely thought was weight gain, until we realised, we were going to have a child. We were so happy, we couldn’t stop confessing our love for one another, and we were continually brainstorming different baby names. It was then it dawned on us that we should have names. We decided to choose each others. I decided on her name would be Charlotte, and she decided that I would be called Luke.

After she had been pregnant for nine months, I was awoken in the middle of the night by Charlotte screaming, I looked down and realised that her water had broke, I was overjoyed. I was going to have a child with the woman I loved; I quickly ran and got all of the equipment I had prepared and started to support Charlotte through giving birth. After a long three days of labour, I finally pulled out a beautiful baby girl, my baby girl but this was when it all went wrong. I noticed my daughter wouldn’t cry no matter what I did; I checked for breathing, I checked for a pulse. There was nothing, and I tried CPR. I tried everything. Our child was dead. I knew it wasn’t time to grieve as I needed to support Charlotte but one she saw me come over with our dead child in my arms, she couldn’t take it and died on the spot, leaving me alone.

The next couple of days all I wanted was to die, yet I knew I should bury my wife and child first. Even though we never married, she will always be my wife in life and death.

The worst part of all, is two days later a helicopter arrived on the Island, and it was full of tourists. I killed them all and hijacked the helicopter. I used the build in GPS to find my way back to the facility where I would find out if Lucifer (the leader of the facility and the man controlling the fights) knew a way to revive my wife and child.

I snuck back into the facility and broke into Lucifer’s private room and looked for him but instead, I found some horrifying project information.

PROJECT IMMORTALITY, It was an experiment for Lucifer to gain eternal life, he first found a woman with a mutation that caused her womb to be able to develop healthy children in only a week, but it created insane amounts of pain for her. He would then train all of these 1000 children and get the most superior ten and break down all of their body into strands of DNA which will be combined and used to make a perfect body for him. He would then repeat this process, again and again, to live forever. Some information he gathered is that all of the female children are unable to give birth without the baby dying. AT THIS POINT ALL I COULD FEEL IS OVERWHELMING RAGE. He was already creating the second batch, so exactly 998 children was living in the facility for his second attempt.

I don’t entirely remember what happened, but I know I went on a killing rampage.

When I came to, I merely felt empty. A field of red surrounded me. While I was contemplating what to do next, I hear my father’s voice speaking from a radio. Well, I have listened to that stupid egotistical voice too many times that all I could say is, “Well, this has gotten repetitive”.