Zero only has one goal, to be human. Escaping from the cell that once contained her, the outside world, which she longed to see for so long, is filled with more darkness than she expected.
She is faced with a world that is determined to label her a...
Jimin's next target was the mutant that was with Professor Sullivan. The news of him being President had already spread out throughout the country.
He slammed the door and approached Facility D with his soldiers in tow. Professor Sullivan stood out on the large front lawn to welcome him with a hesitant smile on her face.
He passed his reflection in the mirror. He did not want to see how he had turned into his father in a matter of minutes.
'Hello, President Park'.
He blankly stared at her outstretched hand and made no move to greet her.
'I'm awfully sorry for your loss'.
He shushed her and pulled out a file that was swiftly handed to her.
'The Gala is to be held in the next forty-eight hours, I will be keeping the mutants with me until then'.
She looked taken aback by the command. It was too soon but she knew better than to question his authority.
'You don't have the equipment to contain them, what if they kill you?'.
Jimin groaned in annoyance.
'I watched as their kind killed my father, I am not letting those monsters out of my sight until the gala and then you can continue your plan elsewhere'.
Professor Sullivan agreed begrudgingly. She felt as if she was doomed to be haunted by his father's spirit.
Nine was soon brought out. His arms and legs were chained together. The person who brought him pulled him by a chain around his neck. He watched both humans with a curious gaze.
He did not know who the pink-haired man was. From the sheer power he was radiating just by standing, he considered it safe to assume that it was a new benefactor. He was simply being passed from the hands of one dangerous human to another.
Jimin watched as he was placed in the most heavily armoured car, with armed guards next to Zero.
'Pleasure doing business with you', he said dispassionately without making eye contact with the Professor.
She was left in a cloud of dust as she watched her life's work get taken away. Her hands formed fists at her sides.
Only forty-eight hours and then she won't have to deal with that spoiled brat anymore.
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