It's a world I wasn't used to. A whole world right in front of us, just… hidden. A world that is so amazing yet so hidden. Why is that? What secrets are they trying to hide from us? Those are the questions I've been asking myself. Little did I know I was going to get the answers to all those questions, and soon…

"Wake your ass up serial number 4." Says this medium build watch guard.

"Do you want that lovely navy officer suit to be all red? If not, I suggest you rephrase that last sentence.", In a quiet but pissed off voice from 4.

"Umm… Project 4 you are requested to participate in a mock battle. These orders are from the director." In a less assertive voice from the previous time from the guard.

"Finally haven't killed something in days. Do you know what it's like getting that rush from killing your prey? Of course not, you guards couldn't do shit even if you tried. Remember your place ".

4 gets up off his bed in his room. The room is quite bare with just a bed and a pull up bar in the other corner. The two men walk out from the room which has been watched at all times with a one way window.

"Hey shit heads. Enjoy watching me sleep? Come on answer me!" A man comes onto the intercom in 4's room and replies with

"Project 4, how about you shut up and just do what you're told…"

"5 is that you! How about me and you give these scientists a show and battle it out, or you too much of a chicken shit to do anything?"

"Project 4 please refrain from calling me 5 and actually by my name Dr. Anderson"

"Is that the name they've given you now? Either way you look at it you're still a project, even if you smart enough to be one of them."

"That's it, if it's a fight you want, it's a fight you're gonna get. I'm about to put this foot up your ass!"

Before the conversation between the two went any further, the director cuts in. "would you two shut up. To think that two of the world's greatest super soldiers are fighting… through an intercom. Do not bring this organisation shame!"

DR. Anderson clears his throat and sits down in his seat. He turns to the female scientist sitting next to her and says "I wouldn't have really went out there, I'm quite the civilised man".

He then gives her a smile while closing his eyes. He thinks to himself

-That ass always seems to make me explode with anger. I need to learn to calm down, I don't want anymore accidents… I'm going to become a normal scientist.

"what's wrong 5, have nothing to say because the director's around. Man what a bitch…"

The director takes a deep sigh and then relaxes in his chair. He lifts his finger from the intercom button and looks up to the ceiling

"We're almost there, the perfect human. Once I have created it I would never get old. I would never be injured. I will be perfect."

*tch* "lets get this shit on the road."

The guard escorts 4 to the court yard. Once they've reached the court yard, guard turns and leaves 4 to his own devices.

My life still doesn't make sense but I still keep preserving. Never giving up never backing down… Will I be able to keep up with this change I wondered…? If only those were these were my biggest problems in my life…

Somewhere in a neighborhood away from the main town.
On the driveway into a two story house stood a man. The air was warm and damp. The garage door was half opened.
"Huh looks like it's going to be another bright day. Just great like I haven't had enough of those" as the man put his head down and wheeled his bike into the garage.
"Mark! How many times do I have to tell you if you're going inside the garage, open the door fully! Don't try sliding under it!" said the woman inside the house. The woman was middle aged with glasses. She looked as if she just got out of bed with her hair tied up with a pen inside.
"It's easier this way. Why you up so early Jane? Isn't it like 3pm?" Mark replied with a smirk on his face as he pushed the garage door fully open.
"You little shit, for your information I woke up two hours ago I was just writing up some things for my next big break. There's something going on in this town and I'm about to find out!"
Jane then lifts her arms in the air and says "Jane Douse will be all over billboards saying 'greatest journalist in the world bringing the truth to the people'. That's going to be my slogan. I should write that down somewhere". Jane then enters back into the house in search of paper and pen.
"She isn't fooling anyone I can still see drool all over her face, ugh… this garage is a mess… I bet my sister there would tell me to clean all this up since she took care of me for all these years. Same excuse every time… but she was there for me" mark gives off a small smile and picks up the boxes on the floor.
-Our mother died after she gave birth to me. She was very ill and the doctor said I couldn't make it, but she refused to believe that and made it her mission to give birth to me. My sis said she was an amazing woman who always tried her best for her children. I think that's my sis also try's her best for me… she didn't want moms' efforts to go to waste I guess… That's love I guess.
"Mark get over here and make me something to drink, I'm in the middle of typing my scoop!" Jane said from the other room.
"Aren't you going to be late for your part-time job at the diner?"
Jane had a blank look on her face as she turned to mark and asked "did you say it was 3pm?"
"I did indeed, don't tell me you have work at 3:15…"
"I don't I have work at 3… o'clock…"
Mark just face palmed and exhaled. "I got your back I guess… again… man I hate going to see that manager…"
"But he's just in love with you. You can't blame him. The heart wants what the heart wants."
"Please not another word. Let us just go, if he touches me again… let's just say this time I won't be to forgiving… creepy bastard…" Mark says while a cold chill goes down his spine.
Jane rushes into the bathroom and gets dress. She gets dress in a hurry and leaves the bathroom within five minutes. The two now leave for the car and head off into the main town.

Somewhere under water lies a research facility.

Dr. Anderson lies on his bed contemplating. He sits up at an upright position and stares at a photo of himself. In the photo was a younger Dr. Anderson aged 12 standing next to another scientist who is rubbing his head.
*hmph* "I'm almost done completing our work. A project serum that doesn't have any side effects… something that won't be used for fighting. Just for medical use only, like originally planned."
Anderson stands up off his bed and goes to his computer desk. He turns on his computer and opens up his browser.
"A-N-I-M-E-F, there we go . Now let's see what came out today, ohh another episode of Narubo came out today. Ah great it's just another flash back…"
Anderson sighs and relaxes back in his seat. He then turns off his computer and gets up out of his seat.
"I guess I should go continue working on my serum. Maybe I'll have a quick work out session before I head into the labs."
Anderson pulls up his sleeve and presses a button on his watch. He transformers into an combat suit. "Ah a watch that can help me change my cloths. Sometimes my inventions even impress me. Who am I kidding they always impress me!"
Anderson walks out of his quarters and heads down the hallway. On his way he sees project 4 being escorted by two guards. He was covered in blood.
"What are you looking at you shit head. Oh you noticed the blood on me I Just killed another Prototype. This one had a little kick to it. Still was a little bitch though."
Project 4 then licks the blood off him "I can still taste his pain"
"You sick bastard. Why can't you calm down? Why must you be such a barbarian and brutally murder the Prototypes? You know they're just average humans with devices that try to copy our powers. Why be so brutal?" Dr. Anderson walks closer to Project 4. One of the guards come in-between them.
"Because I ain't afraid of my true self. I'm not some punk ass nigga trying to hide from my true self and pretend to be some scientist!"
"I'm not pretending to be one. I am one. Look I'm not like you and I refuse to be stooped to your level. I'm not aggressive… anymore…"
"That's right! Anymore, that was the word I was waiting. This means you were before and you can never run away from your past!"
"I'm done having this conversation..."
Anderson walks away. As he is leaving Project 4 begins to laugh insanely.

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