A small child stared up at the plain white ceiling, trying to fall asleep but the excruciating pain in her lower abdomen forced her to stay awake.
She was caucasian, had yellow-green eyes, short mousy-brown hair ad she looked as if a single blow, could break her in half, of course, she had endured more than her fair share. She was stronger than she looked.
She looked around warily, her room, that acted like her prison cell, was bleak. White walls, boring metal bed-frame. There was nothing for a small child of five to do, after all she was only a "science experiment".
Bang! The shot resonated in her ears and made her sit up almost as fast as a bullet.
She frowned inwardly, surly she wasn't hearing things. If she had heard it then her siblings definitely did as well. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, and waited.
An hour later, the metal door, sealing her inside this prison, opened and the tall figure of Dr. 'Shadow', lightly stepped inside.
She got out of bed at the sight of the only doctor, other than her 'father', that didn't practically torture her and her older siblings.
Dr. 'Shadow' wasn't his real name, that's just what the 'experiments' called him, it was a fitting name as well. He had jet black hair and his skin was like a mix of dark chocolate and milk, his eyes were a brown so dark that they appeared almost black. He had a face people would easily forget, he really was a shadow. It couldn't be clear where he came from, because he could be Mexican, Indian or Egyptian, but you could never be sure with Shadow.
"Okay Six, this might come as a shock but uhh-"
Shadow faltered, how was he going to explain to a five-year-old that her father had shot himself?
"Your Father, well he- he shot himself,"
Six's eyes widened, of course she understood what he meant but she didn't think her father would just leave her and the others just like that! No. There had to be a catch, there has to be! He wouldn't just leave, not without them...
Six's vision was blurring, and the tears rolled hopelessly down her cheeks. She turned away to wipe her ceaseless stream of tears, but shadow gently turned her head towards himself. He never was good with children but he tried his best, wiping away her tears with a cloth he carried around, he tried to comfort her.
"Listen, your father may not be here anymore but I promise," He said this bit holding his hand to his heart. " That I'll look after you in his place... he left you this, your siblings have letters as well. Read it after I leave,"
Before he left the room, he looked her straight in the eyes.
"Escape is near," he murmured in Caucus ", just be prepared."
She looked at the letter Shadow had given her, it was a single page long and was written in Greek, folded into perfect thirds. Russian, Greek and Caucus she could fully understand but English? Her english was at the expected level for her age. But why was the reading skill difference between her english and the other languages so great?
"Dear Six,
I'm sorry I couldn't be a better father for you and your siblings. I stood by while you were suffering, when I could have helped. If I had just watched you closer, you wouldn't be in your current condition. If it took me five attempts to create you, don't let it take three taunts to bring you down, to what the others "Doctors" tell you.
You know your name isn't actually Six, right? I had a name thought out for you while you were only 75% developed, but you're going to have to find it from my notes (if you can find them).
My mother always told me, that "Heaven is a void of light" if she's right, then the release of such a void isn't one that I deserve. Again, I'm sorry.
A world with me in it, is never a good one...
-Your Father
Simon Korakis"
"your name isn't Six..." that small phrase struck her as odd... Now that she thought about it, her father sometimes had to pause before addressing her or her siblings. She had never thought what it would be like to not be addressed as a numerical figure. Whatever her father had named her, she would like it. He was her father after all.