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The burly man approaches the young victim in the secluded chair in the dark room, a single spotlight shining brightly over their head. He grabs a chair from the surrounding darkness and sits it in front of the new contestant. "Greetings, my friend. I see you have gotten yourself into a predicament, have you not?" He leans forward so his elbows are placed on his knees, his arms casually crossed in front of him through this position. He gazes into the stranger's eyes with an apologetic, yet amused, look deep in his own eyes. He gives a small chuckle, though too short to tell. He then rises and pats the guest on the head, "You have been chosen to fight in my arena. You, and others who have been chosen to join you, will fight to see who will be the strongest, wisest, and most useful to my... Work. If you do survive, I will put you and the others that will follow from multiple contests, into a testing facility. Once my work is therefore completed, you will be kept there for future uses. Now."
He stepped to the side, more spotlights turning on above some weapon and armor stands. "Choose your fate." The guest stands, selecting their items, and is transported into a new realm, the arena was going to soon commence.
~~~~~~Many Years Later~~~~~~
On a cold winter morning, up in the mountains of Donte, there is an experimental facility controlled by the government that researches people with supernatural powers. The government, trying to make super soldiers, takes children with powers from their homes when they're babies, bringing them to the facility and training them for the tests they go through upon reaching the age of 21. None of the children had names of their own, only numbers that identified them as who they were.
This winter morning of December 31st, 2029, all of the people that had turned 21 that year were woken from their beds to be taken to the first set of experiments that would determine whether they lived or died.
//Our Story Begins//
Number 068 wakes as an automated beep woke her, droning for 5 seconds before it caused her to jerk up from her bed. "Number 068, please stand in your designated area for the restraint process. You will be transferred to the cafeteria shortly."
068 groans as she gets up, throwing her cover to the side and standing. She was to the wall directly in front of the door, facing it and proceeding to put her hands behind her head with her legs spread. A woman guard soon comes into her room and puts 068's hands behind her back, cuffing her and putting specially programmed gloves onto the girl's hand to prevent her supernatural powers from activating. 068 was quite the trouble maker and this was why she was treated like a prisoner. The woman guard, Claire, walked 068 out of her cell and into the crowd of other supernaturals that were being ushered into the cafeteria.
Once the guard had gotten her into the cafeteria, she removed her cuffs and pushed her into the door that lead to the eating room, a force field activating behind 068. 068 was not obligated to remove the gloves, special locking mechanisms had been added to ensure that they stayed on when she was in public. So they basically branded her as who she was. Not that her short cropped hair or ice blue eyes didn't already give that away. 068 went into the lunch line, getting the slop she always got for breakfast. She picked up her tray and walked to the same secluded table she sat at every day for the last 21 years.
The burly man approaches the young victim in the secluded chair in the dark room, a single spotlight shining brightly over their head. He grabs a chair from the surrounding darkness and sits it in front of the new contestant. "Greetings, my friend. I see you have gotten yourself into a predicament, have you not?" He leans forward so his elbows are placed on his knees, his arms casually crossed in front of him through this position. He gazes into the stranger's eyes with an apologetic, yet amused, look deep in his own eyes. He gives a small chuckle, though too short to tell. He then rises and pats the guest on the head, "You have been chosen to fight in my arena. You, and others who have been chosen to join you, will fight to see who will be the strongest, wisest, and most useful to my... Work. If you do survive, I will put you and the others that will follow from multiple contests, into a testing facility. Once my work is therefore completed, you will be kept there for future uses. Now."
He stepped to the side, more spotlights turning on above some weapon and armor stands. "Choose your fate." The guest stands, selecting their items, and is transported into a new realm, the arena was going to soon commence.
~~~~~~Many Years Later~~~~~~
On a cold winter morning, up in the mountains of Donte, there is an experimental facility controlled by the government that researches people with supernatural powers. The government, trying to make super soldiers, takes children with powers from their homes when they're babies, bringing them to the facility and training them for the tests they go through upon reaching the age of 21. None of the children had names of their own, only numbers that identified them as who they were.
This winter morning of December 31st, 2029, all of the people that had turned 21 that year were woken from their beds to be taken to the first set of experiments that would determine whether they lived or died.
//Our Story Begins//
Number 068 wakes as an automated beep woke her, droning for 5 seconds before it caused her to jerk up from her bed. "Number 068, please stand in your designated area for the restraint process. You will be transferred to the cafeteria shortly."
068 groans as she gets up, throwing her cover to the side and standing. She was to the wall directly in front of the door, facing it and proceeding to put her hands behind her head with her legs spread. A woman guard soon comes into her room and puts 068's hands behind her back, cuffing her and putting specially programmed gloves onto the girl's hand to prevent her supernatural powers from activating. 068 was quite the trouble maker and this was why she was treated like a prisoner. The woman guard, Claire, walked 068 out of her cell and into the crowd of other supernaturals that were being ushered into the cafeteria.
Once the guard had gotten her into the cafeteria, she removed her cuffs and pushed her into the door that lead to the eating room, a force field activating behind 068. 068 was not obligated to remove the gloves, special locking mechanisms had been added to ensure that they stayed on when she was in public. So they basically branded her as who she was. Not that her short cropped hair or ice blue eyes didn't already give that away. 068 went into the lunch line, getting the slop she always got for breakfast. She picked up her tray and walked to the same secluded table she sat at every day for the last 21 years.
021 was sitting in a corner minding her manners. she was one of the most powerful and guessed this girl was to. she sighed and broke eye contact. she hated this place. she had been suppressing her power for awhile. which did not make the government happy. but she did not care really. she was dangerous enough to warrant that her will was acknowledge as super strong. she had been working out day in and day out. she knew one day she get out of this place. but she was still in a planning stage. she just sat there as she normal did not eat if she was starving or wanted something from the staff. so she was only a pain if she did not have what she need or wanted a simple request once in awhile. but enough aside. she had avoid this girl. but maybe just maybe this girl would like a friend.
she got up and went to the girl with 068. she sat down at the table. "I'm 021 what is your name?" she asked. she had been thinking of a name for herself. she hated being called a number. She saw every person as different and that they are who they are for a reason. that they should not allow somebody say otherwise. she looked at the gloves. she sighed. "you need a real name girl. I mean being a number is not who you are. we should give you a real name." she said in a quiet voice. she was at a boiling point but hides it well. she was not one to normally cause trouble. but maybe just maybe, she could cause some chaos. she annoyed most staff as she does not use her magic much. but she had reasons and wondered if this girl was naturally a trouble maker or has a reason to act out or maybe both?
021 had been a trouble maker in the past. but that was awhile back. she yawned and was a bit tired. some one was messing around last night. this girl was annoying her as she wanted a answer. she leaned back and looked at 068. she sighed and just streched. it helped her calm down and would help her in combat. she then sat and started going deep in thought. she thought about her life. she then made a idea. she get what she wanted by not doing as they asked. cause she really wanted to spend time getting to know 068. she noticed the gloves and shield. she would of destroyed them or something. 021 sighed and was almost to the point that she get up and leave. she had no use of worthless people or anything. she loved watching the staff. each move and word. each told her how dangerous they were and what liked and etc. she also watched how other subjects acted. since 068 was not answering, this was the next best thing in her mind.
021 sighed and just watched others. only if she had not been taken she might of being able to help these subjects. maybe even enjoyed school or anything of that nature. almost anything was better then here. the streets were better then here in her mind. she sighed. at least she have a chance to travel and enjoy herself and maybe and a real home and job. but did not get her hopes up. she held back her rage and anger. she only wanted to give them the opposite of paradise, that what they deserve and if she got her hands on them. they be in for a great shock and not have a fun. they know of suffering. they had seen nothing yet. suppressing her powers had allowed her to train her body. now her body was a deadly weapon in of itself. she hummed a song to help her calm down.
she got up and went to the girl with 068. she sat down at the table. "I'm 021 what is your name?" she asked. she had been thinking of a name for herself. she hated being called a number. She saw every person as different and that they are who they are for a reason. that they should not allow somebody say otherwise. she looked at the gloves. she sighed. "you need a real name girl. I mean being a number is not who you are. we should give you a real name." she said in a quiet voice. she was at a boiling point but hides it well. she was not one to normally cause trouble. but maybe just maybe, she could cause some chaos. she annoyed most staff as she does not use her magic much. but she had reasons and wondered if this girl was naturally a trouble maker or has a reason to act out or maybe both?
021 had been a trouble maker in the past. but that was awhile back. she yawned and was a bit tired. some one was messing around last night. this girl was annoying her as she wanted a answer. she leaned back and looked at 068. she sighed and just streched. it helped her calm down and would help her in combat. she then sat and started going deep in thought. she thought about her life. she then made a idea. she get what she wanted by not doing as they asked. cause she really wanted to spend time getting to know 068. she noticed the gloves and shield. she would of destroyed them or something. 021 sighed and was almost to the point that she get up and leave. she had no use of worthless people or anything. she loved watching the staff. each move and word. each told her how dangerous they were and what liked and etc. she also watched how other subjects acted. since 068 was not answering, this was the next best thing in her mind.
021 sighed and just watched others. only if she had not been taken she might of being able to help these subjects. maybe even enjoyed school or anything of that nature. almost anything was better then here. the streets were better then here in her mind. she sighed. at least she have a chance to travel and enjoy herself and maybe and a real home and job. but did not get her hopes up. she held back her rage and anger. she only wanted to give them the opposite of paradise, that what they deserve and if she got her hands on them. they be in for a great shock and not have a fun. they know of suffering. they had seen nothing yet. suppressing her powers had allowed her to train her body. now her body was a deadly weapon in of itself. she hummed a song to help her calm down.
016 was sitting in a corner portraying the victim she was supposed to be. She had a math book out and was working on some Geometry problems while also reading a book about dark matter by switching back and forth. She tried to look at herself from an outward angle. Perfect. She looked exactly like what she was trying to portray. A teenage human girl with an advanced brain and nothing more. She was just smart. She almost growled in anger but caught herself, focusing instead on her book about dark matter. Out of the corner of her eye she saw 021, someone who she thought was fascinating to study from afar, get up and walk over to someone else who she didn’t know. She pondered for a moment how she had gotten under her radar but snapped back into focus when 021 started talking to Under Radar Girl. Her ears adjusted themselves to have the beat hearing and she started to focus on the conversation while attempting to write geometric problems simultaneously.
021 asked Under Radar Girl, her name and it peaked her interest. She had never portrayed 021 as a friendly soul or even one interested in other people. She shifted her weight so her back was facing the couple and her ears were ever so closer to the action. She heard 021’s opinion on number names and found it interesting. She wondered if she would like her. She already had a real name although she hadn’t told anyone and she never would. She loved it and treasured it as her own because she wasn’t going to let the government tell her how to do that. She noticed as other inmates passed her they shot her odd or even disgusted glances. She knew everyone’s opinion that she didn’t belong her simply because her said power was smartness. But, she couldn’t fool the governments power test which simply said if she was powerful enough to be kept captive. Unfortunately it 100% said yes.
She sighed. She wondered if she would ever have enough information to break out of this hellhole. She probably could, but she still had things she needed, or needed to know. She fumed inside herself because this place was terrible, interesting, but terrible and she needed to get out. She noticed her anger with panic and quickly attempted to extinguish. She told herself it’s fine and the pay off will be worth it. Currently she was still portraying the victim, innocent creature in the corner of the room.
021 asked Under Radar Girl, her name and it peaked her interest. She had never portrayed 021 as a friendly soul or even one interested in other people. She shifted her weight so her back was facing the couple and her ears were ever so closer to the action. She heard 021’s opinion on number names and found it interesting. She wondered if she would like her. She already had a real name although she hadn’t told anyone and she never would. She loved it and treasured it as her own because she wasn’t going to let the government tell her how to do that. She noticed as other inmates passed her they shot her odd or even disgusted glances. She knew everyone’s opinion that she didn’t belong her simply because her said power was smartness. But, she couldn’t fool the governments power test which simply said if she was powerful enough to be kept captive. Unfortunately it 100% said yes.
She sighed. She wondered if she would ever have enough information to break out of this hellhole. She probably could, but she still had things she needed, or needed to know. She fumed inside herself because this place was terrible, interesting, but terrible and she needed to get out. She noticed her anger with panic and quickly attempted to extinguish. She told herself it’s fine and the pay off will be worth it. Currently she was still portraying the victim, innocent creature in the corner of the room.
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