Chapter 142: Her Struggle
It hurts!
This was the only thought floating in her head.
Everything in her body hurts.
"Test Subject #876 is showing adverse reactions."
"Incredible! For her to only show such a reaction now, how is it possible? No matter, adjust the operations. This seed is special for her to not break so easily, the other elves caught with her are trash."
Her hazy consciousness slowly woke up as pain flooded in.
"She is waking up too soon! Who is the bastard that gave the anesthetic!?"
What is happening? Why is there stuff attached to my body?
She tried to speak but she felt as if her mouth was too heavy to even open. She tried to move but all her limbs were bound by heavy black chains that seemed to sip all her strength, her stamina, and her mana.
"Send more doses! Now!! We can't afford to lose a specimen that reached the adaptation phase on the first operation!" Shouted one of those who were operating on her.
It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! Please! I beg you! Stop this!
Her plea, unable to be voiced, came out as a guttural scream as she began to thrash around uselessly while trying to free herself.
Pain.
Fear.
Confusion.
Discomfort.
All those feelings mixed in her mind and made her delirious.
Because of the blindfold covering her eyes, she was unable to understand what was happening.
She just wanted everything to stop.
Please, someone, anyone, please make it…s-stop....
On those last thoughts, her mind fell back in slumber.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
When she opened her again, she was inside a cell, the scenery around could be described as black and white.
Around here she could hear some guttural screams that could make one shiver uncontrollably.
Where am I?
No, who am I?
A lot of questions started to run through her mind, when she looked down she was astonished to see black hands. Some of it starts to become a bit of liquid.
This is mine?
She couldn't help but ask this.
And no matter how many times she checked again, the result was still the same, black hands, around her hands were blacks handcuffs.
Suddenly, her body convulsed as if something was moving inside her, a violent pain assaulted her from inside forcing her to start coughing.
*Cough!* *Cough!* *Cough!*
And when she checked herself again, she was startled to see that it was black blood that seemed to wiggle on the ground, it looked filthy, so disgusting that she distanced herself from it.
What is this? What is happening?
She shouted but nobody answered her, only some guttural screams and scratching sounds.
That night she couldn't sleep, couldn't remember who she was. Where did she come from? And most importantly why this was happening to her. Did she commit some kind of crime to deserve this?
Nobody answered her as she fell asleep.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The hellish days continued.
She wondered how long it has been?
Will it end one day?
By now her consciousness has been corroded by something sinister, something that wished for nothing but destruction.
She was in the process of becoming the tool of that thing that wished destruction.
One day, her usual routine changed without warning, after the hellish experiment she was forced to fight against other numbers (It's how they call them).
Only one outcome was possible during this fight, you kill your opponent if you don't want to be killed and she was good at killing others as if it has become a natural thing to her.
During one of those fights, her opponent struck her head, she had some flashbacks of what seemed to be her past.
A forest, houses on trees, white rabbit got shot by an arrow, a campfire, a man with pointed ears.
Unknown emotions started to emerge from the depth of her core, trying to refuse total corruption, a total submission to the unknown entity that wanted nothing but destruction.
Even though she couldn't recall anything more than those flashbacks she still cherishes them. They were her treasures, nobody has the reason to own them, not even that 'Thing' inside her.
For how long she was in, she has absolutely no clue, she thought this was her life anyway…
Not until a mysterious man freed her from this hell…
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
*Alarm!* *Alarm!* *Alarm!*
[The Site is experiencing 217 numbers of containment breaches. Full site lockdown initiated!]
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
"Test Subject #691 HAS BROKEN OUT OF THE FACILITY. WE NEED A DEMIGOD THIS INSTANT! Do NOT let it out of our sights!"
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
[Test Subject #1116 has broken out at Gate E. I want all the nearest Infantry, Paladin-Knight, Magic support units at Gate E NOW!]
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
"[This is '4', give me a sitrep of the other escaping Test Subjects]"
"Sir we're firing our guns, magic and everything we got at these bastards! The Knights and Practitioners are desperately trying to restrain them without touching them nor letting out their mana. There are too many of them! SHIT! FALL BACK! FUCK!"
"[Commander , respond…]"
"SIR, OUR BATTALION IS WIPED OUT, OUR STRONGEST A-RANKS AND DEMIGOD ARE ALL DEAD! REQUESTING REINFORCEMENTS! WHERE ALL THE GODDAMN MERCURY AT!"
???: SCREEEEEEEECH!!!
???: SCREECH!!!
???: SCREEEEEEEECH!!!
"Oh shit—... AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
"[Damn it! Activate the Anti-matter bomb!]"
*ALARM!* *ALARM!*
*Siren!*
[Site-32 has initiated Antimatter Self-Destruct sequence in T minus 90 seconds. All personnel are revised to escape at the nearest Teleportation magic platforms immediately]
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
ǩ̴̹̓̅̓͂̃̾̍̍͒͆̉̂̀͗͒̾͂̌̔̍͐͊̑̅͂͋̂͗̑̾̃̇́̀̒͘̕̕̚͘͠ͅÍ̵̧̛̛̛͚̩̦͚͎̝̺͎͇͎̭̮̖̝̲̜͚̈̊͌́̊̑̒̃̋̈́̓̌͌̈́̅͋͛̾̇̂̉̒́̊͗̕͝͝͠ͅĺ̴̨̧̨̨̧̧̻̠̗̹̖͕̻̘̬̝̲̦̠̪̜̣̭͉͚̹̖͍̼͎͚̬̭͔̤̣̼̦̌͛̀̽̈́̄̍̈́̃̄̋͊͑̑̿͑̄̋̃͌̀͑̋̂̈́̂̄̃̒͒̚͘͝͝͠͝͠͝͝ͅL̶̨̨̢̛̫̯͖̘̼̺̯̣͍̥̥̬͉̻͚̽̔̌͗̈́͐̓͛̽͆͒͆͝͝͠ͅͅͅ ̵͎̱̘̝̬̳̱͉̺̝͖̱̲̩̫̯̳͙̅̒̓͐̐̿̇͆̍̓͋̒̎͐̑̔̔̈̀̚̚ͅA̸̡̧͚̺͙͚̰̠̺͙̪̯̪̪͚̲̖̩̭̤͐̄̑́̏͜L̶̡̨̜̜͚̜͙̫͓̱͖͎̝̣͎̜̙̜̮̜̼̝͈̬̯͓͈̳̲̣͙̬̹͖͉̱͙͓̙̐͐̃̔̐̀̌͑̄̀̋̋̒͆͋̿̅̋͋̎̒̑́̔̑̔̈́͐̿̒́̊̕̕͜͜͝͝͝͠ͅl̷̨̩̙͕̮͒̈̏̌͂̔̾̍̊͆͊͊́͒̒̍̽̌͒̈́̍͆̂̈́̓̈́̈́̽͛́͑̅͐̚̚
d̵̜̙͈͎̻̺̭̟͍͔̜̘͈̙̯͚̻͓̲̤͓̦͙̬̟̲̜̬͓̦̹͎̰̞̙̪̉̇͊̈́̀͗́̂̑̌̎̋͗̀͊̈͒̍̓̋̍͑̐̕̕͜͠͠ͅȄ̷̡̠̲̗̠̗͇̮̳̤̤̱͓̥͖͂̑̐́͑́̉̂̊̃̆̈́̄͌̏͆̽́̍̉̾͑͊̉̑͂̽͊̇͗͆͋̀̔̆̋̿̕̕̕̚͝͝͝͝͝S̷̢̨̡̨͔̼̗̞̘̭̖̺͖̥̭̜̲̣̠̯̠̗̹̈͐̃̓̇́̔̀̚͠ͅͅţ̴̛̛̜̘̭̱̦͙̙̯͎̩̜͓̤͎͕̰͚̩̳̪̾́̋̇̊͂̀̽̈́͌́̀͒̃͂̇̄͋̀̈́̎̉̄̂̀͌̌͋̉̋̂̔̌̕̕̕͘͠͝͝͝͠ṟ̷̨̨̨̧̢̧̧̡͚̪͔͎̰̘̮̹͔̭͉͚͎̠̣̘̖̠̦͎̰̘͉̻̝̠̯͒̒̃̅́͑͑̏͐̇̀̂ͅU̵̢̨̼̙͕̖͍̰̪̩͇͚̻̰̩͎̻̩̫̳͕̟̙̤̜͎̭̰̩͈̖͎̘̼̪̠̫̹̺̹͎̹̇̒̿͊̎̎̌̑̉̇͘͜͜͜͝C̸̡̡̢̨̛̦͚̜̳̞̺̝͙̱̳͙̰̞̱͎͇̭̮̰̳̞̼̆͐̿̃̒͆̎̃̋̅͊̑̌̃͘̕͘͠͝͝͝t̷̡̢̡̨̛̺̳͚̹̫̻̱͎̖̟͓̹͖̙̥̱͎̻͙̤̙͕̹̻̱̘̹̼̹͔̣̭̰̦͖̟̠̃̌̾̈́̔̿̇̍̅̐̑̕͜͜͜͝͝͝͝ͅͅĮ̴̛̛̫͓̘̜̪̲̪̼̠̟͙̫̪́͗͒̀̀͋̆̽̆͒́͋͒̆̊͆̄͊͊́̎̀̕͝Ǫ̶̡̛̛̱̰̘͓̘̳̭̻̻͔̩̹͚͍̲̥̹̳̗͕̦͎͉̯̲̳͕̰̜̹̖̱̝̲̟̯̗̦̯̝͎̖̜͂̈́̀͗͌̐̏̓̀͑̈́̿͛̑̆͒̎̾͌͒̌̽̌̿̈͒̓̾́̎́͑̓̕͜͠͝͠ͅͅṇ̸̢̨̘̦̦̭̗̠̲̺̮̞̱̜͚̰̪̺̻̗͖̹̪̬̮̳̻̲͕̦͇̠̭̺͆̉͐̈́͑͌̈́̐̾͑͊́́͛́̇̌̌̊̔̇̆͋͛̏͌̎̉̽̑͌͗́͐̅̒͘͝ͅ
d̸̨̧̗͔̣̼̣͓̝̰̙͉̙̫̜͓͎͔̻̱̦̣̭͔̤͔̞͚̝͚̮͚͈̥̪̼̻̲̼͉̤̣̈́̒͊̿͆͒̿͂̔̏́̂̒́Ẽ̴̛͚͉̱̤̺̖̥͉̳͎̤̘͈̔̊̏̆̍̈́͆͗̈͂̾̈́̊͑͐͛̓̒̔̾̌̽̒̀̒̉͐̓̃͆̊̅̓͛̽̕͝͝͝͝ͅÃ̵̛̺̖̞̱̤̫̹̖̝͎̱͇̺̥̲̻͔̗̩̖̗̣̙̘͕̥̻̯̻̖̭͕͎̫̬̺̥̥̩̙͉̱̦̘̍̐̈́̐͂̊̀͒̀̚͠͝ţ̷̢̧̛̫͙̙͚͕̠̼͉̣̟̻̤̣̞̖̺̜̭̙̟̝̯͈͔̈́̇̄͗̅̅͂͆͆̄͊̅̓̌̒͆̈̋̾̐̄̓̒̎̈́̀̅̋̒͑̾̿̓͌̎̅̍̽̋͐̓̅̕̚͘͘̚̚͜͝ḩ̵̫͙̦̳̟͇͚̇͆̅̎͋̾͂̈́͂̂̄̀̓̔̈́̒̅̋̓̅̋̌̈̋̓̅͑̏̒̕̕̚͠
M̵̨̛̙͓̙͙͕̀̆̅͂̔̊̀͘Ư̷̱͖͖̙̙̩̞̝̱̹͉̣̰͕̹͎͔͍͎͔̮̩͈̖͈͖̋͆̄͑͛̈́̎͂̄̍͐̐̽́̃̊͑̆͌̀̃͊̈́͋̑̂̊̄͐̃͘̕͘͜ŕ̶̡̤̹̪͈̥̟̺̗͉͇͙̲͔̠͔̯͍̤̫̲͖͊̄̈́͑̊͘͜ḑ̵̛̛̱̬͕̠͈̮̫̺͎̟̯̒͌͋͛͋̓̍͋́͋̐̀̈́̅̌͑̾̽̄͘͝E̸̢̨̗̟̫̩̹̟̩̜̬̟͌͌̀̈́̿̈́̌͂̍͌̃̇̓̋̐̉̃̀͆̈͝͠r̵̨̨̮͓͓̻̀̃̽̊̓̓́́͌͋͂̿̾͊͂̃͌̓͌̎͐̅̈́̒͋̍̈́̾̑̾͂̍̈́̀̚̕̚
S̷̮͕̙͚̮̟̅͂͑̅̋̂̈́̈́̾̈́͑̏̈̿͊̽͛̀̆̋̈́̆̍̎͛̿̄̕͠ĺ̴͉̭͓̯̳̯̘́̎̎̈͊̄͊̇̄̃͌̏̽͝ă̷̭̳̙͓̱̙̟̻̼̈́͂̆̈́̆̀͊̾̽͒͂͑̌̇̆͌͒͌̅̅̿̍̓͒̍̐̍̏̏̕U̸̧̧̡̪̭̥͐̋͋̂͛̚͘g̴̨̛̝̖̝̳̬͇̻̤̯̣̩̯͚͎̥̰͕͇̠͖̼͇̰̤̞̗̘͙͓̟̬͓̙͇̰̖̞̞͕̠͉̙̜̰͆͐́̂̿̾͌͆̅̈́̄̏̌̍͊͐̅͛̌̌̒̓́̽̿̓̂̈̀̌̽̆̽̑͗͗́̒̌̃͜͜͜͜͠͠͝͝͝͝ͅH̶̥͈̏̌͑̆̋̆͂̃̊͋̈́̃̏̄̒̐̾͋́͑̈̆̈͗̐̓̀̊̐̃͌̀̍̾͛̏̑̕͠͝͠͝͝͠ͅt̴̛̳̳́͌̐̐̾̿̀̐͆͂̈́͆̕e̶̡̨̛̛̪̦̝̮̥̖̺̮̩̫̲̪̣̘̪͉̥̝͉͍͓̭̼͍̠̓͒̽͐̔͌́̎͌͆̓̍̋̿̓̀̒̓͝ͅŖ̷̧̨̧̨̧̻̫̬͔̣͉̯̮̪̗̩̻͔̟͉̘̳̮͈̲̞̲̤̳͉̟̹͇̩͙͔̥̤̟̽͗̔̐̾̓̊͐͛̌̅̌̄̍͛̈́̒͂̉͋̾̍̚̕͜͠͝ͅ
W̴̡̛̛͔̜͔̥̯̖̗̠̾̀̈́̊̉͐͊͒̎̽̉͋̀̉̉̏̌̓̒́̽̚̕̚͝͝͝͝Ī̶̛̛͖̓͊̆̈̽̀̽̓̂́̌̃͗́̈́́̓́͋̿̍́͒͐͊́̈́̊̄͘̚̕͘͝p̴̡̛̫͍̜̱͎͕̦̯̞̩͈̤̀̐̍̓̀̔͂̒̐̋͂̆͜͝Ẽ̵̡̧̢̛̻͎̞̜͎̻̻̝̲̬̱͕̬̮̙̘͕̰̹̗̝̳͍̜̜̝̰̮̪̖̳̝͆̂̉̌͑̈̓̉̅̐̏͋͊̄̅̃͌̑͋̕͜͜͝͠ͅ ̴̡̢̢̩̤̮͎̤̯̣͇͙̺̱̞̘̼͇͉̪̩̟̩̪̪̤̘̬̥̼̙̥̜̏̊́̈̋̍͆͂̓̍͛̎̌̒͐̋́́̐̋̑̂̈́̓̓̾̓̆̽̈͂̕̕͝͝͝Ơ̷̧͈̤͎̲̦̯̗̝̞̠͖̺̺̫͈̪̩̎̓̄̓́̈̏̓͋͆̋͜͜͜͝͠͠͠͝Ư̴̡̨͚̙̰̪̦͈̞̻̝̳̯͉̫̦̙̰̖̻̤͔͈̦̺̥͈̲̥̭̩͖̥̺̲͒͌͛̽̆͛̌̎̋̓̋̄̓̋̏͆̈̉̆͛͌́͋̊̎͑̉͊͗͐̓̚̕͜͝ͅͅͅt̸̡̛̳̦̞̫̰̞͓͇̗̤͖̲̥͓̗̩̱̓̂̇̀̓̎̋͐̊͛͐̉̏̆͋͊̿̌̿̂̄͂̀̇̈́͆̊̚͜͝
Ė̸͇̭͉͚̮̰̠͓̞̪͕̫́͐̍̄͌̉̈́͆̏͘͝X̸̡̡̢̡̢̛̤͖͎̝̩̳̗̭̯̘͕̣͓̣̪̖͖̜̣̭̫̤̺͈̤̝̬̬̲̺͎̫͆̏͊̃̔͑̍̇̅̑̾̓́̀̐͂͌̓̄̂̽͛͋́̈̊̀́̌̌̂̚̕͠͝Ĩ̵̧̡̡̡̧̗͓̗̪͖̩͚̞̲̺̪̮̘̬̪̩̲̥͓̤͔̼̫͇̭̠͇̞͍̥̱̥͍̟͕̆͋̌̏́̑̎͐́̽͑̎̉̅͂̾̈̎̉̽͗́̔̓͑͐̃̕͜͜͜͜͠͠͝͝n̶̢̜̥̺̪̩̩̪̠̻͖͍̺͇͇͕̣̝̯̯͙͕̿̿͊̊̓̀̈́̆̆́͋̏͑͗̅͆̔̉͂̀́̾͒͋́͗̔̒̐̈́̅͗̿͊͒̅̋̽̍͘͘͜͜͝ͅC̵̳͍̟̠͚͖̞̐̽̂̽̊̄̇̏̈́͑̍̎́̊̀̀̐̏̈́̌̐̓̂͊̇́́̓́̅̊͘͝͝͠͠ţ̴̡̨̡̙̝̬͖̥̟̘͇̱̘̲̗̦͉̫͔͔̠̲͇̝͍̼̦͉̖͔̰͉͉̖̰͇͔̥̻͍̥̲͓͌̊͆̓͆̑̓̆̔́̐͐̅̈́̕̕͘̕͝I̴̢̨̙͙̫̹̘̫̩̲͕̝̘̎̌̓̀̾̆̊̓̀͐͐̑̔̈̈́̕͝͝͝O̵̧͔̻̙̙̘͎̯̮̖̤̼̭̗͍̩̗͖͖̥͈̯͔̰͊͌̀̇̽̄̃͊͒͒͐̿͊̑̌͂͛͗̄̋͛̐͋͑̋̕̚̚͜͜͝͝͠ņ̴̡̨̢̡̛̹̱̲̯͈̤̲̬̼̯͕̜̣̘͖̻͉̣̫͕̼̝͕͙̣̫̘͔̺͍͈̣̞͎̈́̆́̂̈́̐̂̊̑̌̆͋̂͒́̐͗̀̀̋͑͗̔̓̉̂̔͒̆̓̓̃̀̇̈̑̌̈̌̿̽̓̚͜͜͜͠͝͠͝͠ͅͅ
.
Pandora immediately opened her eyes, she turned her head furiously, the room was quiet, and she noticed it was still midnight.
She turned her head and saw her friend Silvanna sleeping with her. Her mouth drooled and her face was red. She might have a wet dream… again.
Pandora smiled.
But then she frowned, every night she kept hearing these voices in her head and that dream.
The Dream.
However, it wasn't a dream but a memory.
A memory where she went through that hell and the day where someone helped her to escape.
She remembers those from 400 years ago, when she was very young. A terrible memory and a terrible thing she ever experienced in her life.
She forgot most of the details but it is all in the past, she has to move on from now.
When she was about to return to her sleep.
Her ears twitch.
She hears something, Elves' ears are quite sensitive to hearing more than humans, making them have a great sense of hearing that most races do, it is the reason why they are good at hunting since in the past.
"Silv, wake up, I think I hear something" Pandora kept shaking Silvanna who is still drooling, wetting her pillow.
"Stooooop~... what is it, Pan-Pan? I wanna sleeeeep~! I don't wanna go back to school for gods sake~..."
"Silv!"
Pandora immediately smacked a pillow at her head.
"What?"
"Do you hear something?"
*Silence*
"Nope, didn't hear a thing—"
"Well, well, Silvanna, it's already time and you're still not doing anything?"
The two girls immediately turned their heads towards the voice, in the balcony of their room were four silhouettes.
"Silv, do you know them?" Pandora asked, feeling anxious towards the sudden newcomers.
"Damn it, not these assholes," Silvanna said with bored eyes.
"Not happy to see us, old friend?" The one in the center spoke, he has silver hair, good looking, and appears to be in his mid 30's.
"We're not friends anymore dipshit, that's more like 364 years ago," Pandora was confused about the both of them, it seems like they knew each other. And also she's that old? She always thought that she was older than Silvanna but something is not adding up.
"What do you want?"
"The Elf, it's time. Lord Rism is getting impatient right now."
"Those assholes, give me a second, I'll—"
Before she accepts, she suddenly gets second thoughts, for some reason, she feels she doesn't want to.
"You know what… I refused."
"I'm sorry what?"
CREATORS' THOUGHTS 
Artemis099
Artemis099 What do you think about this chapter? Comment it and let me know.
Like it ? Add to library!
Creation is hard, cheer me up! VOTE for me!
Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone