Capítulo 1: 1. Number 15
In the covert recesses of a classified Danish military facility, the project known as Spider Eye was born. Designed to create the perfect weapons, Spider Eye trained and conditioned children from birth, stripping them of their identities and molding them into instruments of warfare. Among these children was a girl known only as Number 15.
Number 15 had no name, no family, and no past outside the cold, clinical walls of the facility. Her life was a series of rigorous training regimens, brutal evaluations, and harsh conditioning. From a young age, she was subjected to extreme physical and mental tests, each one designed to push her beyond human limits.
Doctors and scientists monitored every aspect of her development. They assessed her strength, speed, agility, and intelligence with meticulous precision. Their evaluations concluded that she was among the best the project had ever produced. Her prowess with weapons was unparalleled, and her skills in infiltration and assassination were honed to perfection. She moved like a shadow, silent and deadly, her presence undetectable until it was too late.
Among the sea of nameless faces, there was one individual who stood out to Number 15. Number 4, an older child, shared her pain and isolation. In the sterile, emotionless environment of the facility, they formed a bond that transcended their grim reality. They trained together, sparred together, and, in stolen moments, whispered dreams of a life beyond the confines of their prison. Number 4 was not just a fellow weapon; he was her only friend.
As they grew older, the number of weapons dwindled. From an initial 125, only 7 remained. The others had fallen to the relentless demands of the program, unable to meet its brutal standards. Each remaining weapon knew that failure was not an option; it was a death sentence.
One day, as Number 15 completed a grueling training session, she was summoned to the central chamber. The atmosphere was tense, charged with an anticipation she had come to associate with the most critical tests. A tall, stern-faced officer addressed her, his voice devoid of emotion.
"Listen closely, Number 15. This is your final test. You will engage a target in a one-on-one fight to the death."
Her heart pounded as the door at the far end of the chamber began to open. Stepping through the threshold, her eyes widened in shock and horror. Her opponent was Number 4.
For a moment, time stood still. The cold reality of her situation crashed down upon her. She and Number 4 locked eyes, sharing an unspoken understanding of the grim task before them. Despite their bond, the program had no room for sentiment.
Number 4 moved first, launching himself at her with a speed and ferocity that matched her own. Their fight was a deadly ballet, a clash of titans trained to perfection. Each strike was precise, each counter measured. The chamber echoed with the sounds of their combat, the grunts of exertion, the clash of fists and feet.
Number 15 fought with everything she had, but her mind was in turmoil. How could she kill her only friend? But Number 4 was relentless, his attacks unyielding. In that moment, she realized he had accepted their fate. To survive, she had to do the same.
The battle reached its climax. Number 4 made a final, desperate lunge, but Number 15 anticipated his move. With a swift, decisive motion, she struck. Number 4 fell to the ground, the life fading from his eyes.
As he lay there, a faint smile touched his lips. "Finish it," he whispered, a plea for release from their shared nightmare. With tears streaming down her face, Number 15 ended his suffering.
She collapsed beside him, the weight of her actions crashing down on her. She had killed her only friend, the one person who understood her pain. She cried, the first real emotion she had allowed herself to feel in years.
The stern-faced officer approached her, his expression unchanged. "From today, you will be known under the codename Nøkk."
Nøkk. The name felt foreign, yet it marked a new chapter in her existence. She had proven herself to be the ultimate weapon, but at what cost? As she stared at the lifeless body of her friend, she vowed that his death would not be in vain. She would carry his memory with her, a silent reminder of the humanity buried deep within her.
With a heavy heart and a new identity, Nøkk rose to her feet. The journey ahead was uncertain, but she knew one thing for sure: she would survive, not just as a weapon, but as a testament to the bond she had shared with Number 4.
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