???'s POV - Unknown Location
BANG-BANG
Pain
FWOOSH
Hot
BANG
Cold
"AHHHHHH!"
My eyes shoot open after hearing a familiar sounding women's scream, which is replaced by a rapid beeping sound. My head is pounding, and I feel a sharp pain in my neck. Looking around the dark room, I noticed I was wearing what looks like a hospital gown. I then noticed I was restrained with straps connected to the bed I was laying on. One strap went over my chest, one strap covered my pelvis and wrists, and one covered my ankles. Wiggling a bit, I'm barely able to squeeze one of my hands free, though I accidentally cut my wrist a bit. Taking a moment to acknowledge how old school these types of restraints are, I continue my struggling. Reaching my hand over to the top clamp, I release the strap covering my chest. After taking a much desired deep breath, I undid the remaining straps.
Getting up from the bed, I shudder as my feet touched the cold floor. Feeling around the wall, my hand touched what felt like a light switch. Switching it on, my vision goes blinding white before my eyes adjust. The room I'm in looks like a standard hospital room, except it feels a little…off. As I'm looking around, the adrenaline keeping me moving subsides, causing me to fall down. Now forced to crawl, I noticed some weird tubes in various parts of my body, pushing some clear liquid into my body. I'm not sure what chemical is being injected into me, but whatever it was, was making me sleepy. Taking the needles out, I feel some strength come back much faster than should be possible, it should have taken an hour at the least for that to happen. It wasn't much, but I could at least wobbly stand up. Continuing my investigation of the room, I see a mirror.
Looking into the mirror, I take in my appearance. I have long messy black hair with blunt bangs, my skin is sickly pale, and my eyes were gray. My height is 4'8 and I appear unhealthily thin, as if I hadn't eaten in months. As I take my appearance in, I hear what sounds like someone running in this direction. Cutting off the light, I quickly go to the other side of the bed and crouch, as I noticed a door on this side of said bed. Sure enough, an unknown figure enters the room, sadly I'm unable to make anything out, except for the night vision goggles. Suddenly I heard a small beeping sound again, this one sounding much closer and quieter than the last. The figure suddenly turned to my direction, getting into a combative stance. Readying what was most likely a gun, the figure walks towards me.
'Ok, calm down. Maybe I can talk whoever that is down, and maybe figure out what's going on.' I think before something shifts. Suddenly I can see clearly, not like the green night vision, but actually clearly. It was as if the lights were on, but not as blindingly bright as it was before. When the, now fully visible, man in SWAT clothing looked away, I crawled behind him as quickly and quietly as possible, which was odd since I wanted to talk to him. It was if some sixth sense was telling me that talking to him was a very bad idea. When I finally got behind him, something shifted again. Now instead of seeing clearly, everything except the man, changed back to how it was before, if not a little darker. The man turned into a pure white silhouette, and a strange purple heart appeared in the center of his upper back. As he turned around, I remained motionless, transfixed on the heart. Once he was fully facing me, I lunged at the heart that was now on his chest.
Catching him by surprise, I tackle him to the ground before he can ready his gun. As we were falling, six white chains shot out of my body, without ripping my gown. They all wrapped around him before we even hit the ground, though none of then covered the strange heart. He squirmed for a few seconds before suddenly stopping, as if all his energy had suddenly vanished. Oddly enough, I felt a spike of energy at the exact same time, I felt like I could run a marathon. A few seconds later, the heart exited his chest and flouts about 5-10 inches above him. My mouth then opens on its own and I inhale uncontrollably without actually taking in air. A stream of purple smoke seeps out of the heart and into my mouth. As more of the weird smoke leaves the heart, the heart becomes more and more see through. In a matter of moments, all that's left is a purple outline in the shape of a heart. There's another shift, the man's colors changed back to how they were when he entered, if not a little darker. I sat there, just staring at the heart, as if evaluating it. Then without warning, I chomp down, seemingly eating it in one bite. My vision suddenly gets blurry, and I collapsed.
Cold Traffic's POV - memory
"Mr.…Traffic was it?" The boss asked, facing away from me. Not many people knew what he actually looked like, and the voice filter didn't exactly give any hints to who he might be. Unfortunately, E-Class 'peasants' like me weren't 'privileged' enough to know something like who he was or what he actually sounded like. For all we knew, the dude could actually be a chick.
"Yes sir." I answered without hesitation.
"What is with people these days and having on-the-nose names!?" He asked in bewilderment.
"I'm sorry?" I asked in confusion. 'How is Cold Traffic an 'on-the-nose name? Gees, I helped get that human here, the least he could do is be polite!' I think, a little offended.
"Not important, as far as you're concerned anyway." He brushed off. "How is the subject?"
"It seems to be doing well, as well as the experiment can allow at least." I answered. He had suggested me and six other people refer to the test subject as an 'it' in order to not get attached or feel any sympathy. Not sure why I would get attached to merchandise, as long as I'm getting paid properly, I don't see a reason to actually be concerned about it.
"Good." He said simply.
"If I may ask, why are you concerned about it's well being? Isn't it just another tool for future use?" I asked, more then a little curious. Suddenly the temperature seemed to plummet, after a few moments, it returned to normal room temperature. 'Must be faulty wiring, gonna have to get Rewire to fix that, gonna be a pain to get in touch with someone from B-Class though.' I think with a quiet sigh.
"Simple, it's not 'just another tool', it's incredibly invaluable to many of my future plans." He stated firmly, giving me immense amounts of confusion.
"If that's true, why is an E-Class like me, guarding and monitoring it? Shouldn't something like that be handled by an SO-Class, or at least An S-Class?" I asked, going wide eyed.
"Why indeed. Who knows? Maybe I'm giving you a chance to prove yourself? This could be your chance to rise in the ranks." He said with a chuckle. Something about this doesn't feel right, he's never used something this important as a test for an E-Class before. But on the other hand, if this is actually a genuine test, I could get a really big pay raise if I passed.
"Alright, I won't let you down sir." I finally say.
"Oh I know you won't, in fact, I'm 100% certain you'll accomplish exactly what I need you too." He says with a chuckle. "As for the one observing, check the drawer near the door Traffic entered, I'm sure you'll find it's contents very interesting. Though I suggest getting some rest so your body can adapt to the substance you've just consumed." I looked at the door I entered, but was confused when I didn't see any drawers near the door.
"Uh sir? There's no drawers there." I pointed out.
"Oh don't worry about that. Now head back to your post. I'm sure you know the drill." He said. I go over it in my head. 'Yeah, take and use the night vision goggles if I don't see it on the bed, don't cut on the light (not sure why), and cut on the tracking device.'
"Yes sir." I say before walking out.
???'s POV - after the memory ended
I stare wide eyed at what I saw. That man, if it was even a man, knew I was somehow watching them talk. I wish I could have seen who he was, but every time I tried to make out any features, he would become so blurry that I couldn't even make any colors out. Scratching my head in confusion, I noticed some black stuff getting stuck on my fingers, hinting that I might not actually have black hair. Deciding to wash it off (there was another door in this room that lead to a bathroom according to the sign next to it) after I slept, two questions were at the center of my mind.
"Where am I? Why can't I remember anything?" I asked aloud before going to sleep on the now strapless bed.