Everything was always a blur to her...
like time and reality had long since been voided from her mind giving the world around herself an unfocused Aspect to it.
in this World whether she had beaten her all time record in a game she had continued to play out of a sense of familiarity or achieved one of the tasks she set out to do ...
Nothing seemed to help her recover what she believed she had lost...
And she still hasn't found it...
even after all this time...
Whatever those Eggheads broke inside her more than a decade ago...
Its gone for good...
hopes...
past Aspirations...
even her previous self before she became who she was now...
It was gone for good...
nothing was left for her to even look back to...
not even smidgen that could be called a connection that would tie her to her past identity...
Replaced by an empty vessel that the entity that named herself As Bell was trying to fill...
Bell is...
you could say...
A once promising lab rat and a slave Agent of a nameless Organization that aimed the lofty goal of world unification through dastardly means.
during the course of her short Life as bell, she was given many titles that inspired admiration or Disgust from those who she had worked closely with, to those who witness her "changes"...
She was known as an assassin, a terrorist, a scapegoat, a martyr, a Cleaner, a maid, a serial Killer, a bodyguard, A heretic and many more titles that is best left unsaid or else even you dear Readers would find the current Bell revolting.
As perverse as Bell's existence was, she was frighteningly effective whatever her handlers and Clients dictated the roles she had to play...
regardless whether she had a say in it or not...
she was at the mercy of their inhuman cruelty...
Desires...
Whims...
dreams...
she was basically a living, Breathing, programmable being...
A pitiful Doll...
If not for that one mishap...
she would have continued to be the slave of that nameless organization she escaped from and had the pleasure to destroy a year later.
The years were unkind to her but now she had what she wanted... Freedom.
Looking down with hints of melancholy on her ice cold drink, she partially raised the face plate mask she wore all the time in public, revealing a pair of Reddish pink lips as she languidly took a long sip from her glass, filled to the brim with a rich, amber liquid that goes by the name of ambrosia.
letting the liquid's taste permeate her entire mouth the only thought that came to her mind at that moment was...
'They enjoy this kind of drink?'
hiding her disgust as the taste was akin to some sour fruit that became bad and was aged for several years, Bell discreetly slid the drink to an unconscious mercenary and quickly vacated her seat so another poor soul may take her place that could appreciate the alcoholic drinks offered in this Seedy Bar.
After all Bell didn't come her to get a drink...
She had a job to do...
The kind that pays well...
Even if she gained what she truly desired and now became a free spirit both body and Mind...
Bell can't refute the facts that even if she wanted to become normal...
it was impossible to truly be normal...
She is in Essence only one thing...
She was A killing Machine and Bell couldn't hope to change that aspect of her regardless how much she wanted to or not...
"I wonder what my job will be this time..." She muttered as she caught sight of her target...no her A client and decided to head towards the opulent Man seated in one of the booths enjoying whatever vices he had, unaware that he was to meet a literal Monster in Human Skin.