Part Three: The Mistake

The woman looked down coldly at the girl. The room was dark. Dark and cold. Almost as cold as her eyes. The girl was indeed correct that something was wrong. She was now on a stool, in the middle of a cold dark room. There was no escape. The girl could only guess at the room purpose. "You are not 908," the woman said coldly, but the cold of her tone was nowhere near the cold of her eyes. The girl simply nodded, quiet frightened by the beautiful, enigmatic, enchanting, yet quiet very deadly and dangerous creature that stood in front of her. "This was all a waste!" the woman cried in outrage, slamming her fist into one of the white, jade walls. "All my preparations, a waste!" The girl looked at her curiously as she walked to a rather large computer consul and quickly typed in a few words. Suddenly the girl’s picture appeared on the screen. The woman turned back toward her. "You are experiment number 907, given name: Brimstone. Creator: Burgundy Atalis. Burgundy is a prodigy child. Creator of the 300 series, the 500 series, and experiments 900 to 932, most of which are not in operation yet. Burgundy is perhaps the most dangerous and brilliant of the I.C. scientists. She is the daughter of the creator of experiment 13, Doctor Atka Atalis, now dead thanks to a lightening storm." She paused, looking at the girl, debating how much of the truth she should tell her. Then she continued. "Burgundy is now presumed missing, her assistants have taken full control of her experiments, which are to be terminated or controlled, that is if they are a part of the 900 series." The girl looked at her confused. Terminated? she thought. For what? What did I do to harm these people? Who am I? Who am I to be killed without any reason? The woman went back to her explanation. "My name is Terizla Freeze. It was my mission to abduct the experiment 908. Which apparently I failed, seeing as how you are 907. My mission has no room for failure. Do you understand?" Again the girl nodded. "Good. Can you speak?" "Yes." Said the girl shakily, never having spoken before. "Good. Now do you understand that the I.C. will kill you, if they find you?" "Yes, but who are the I.C.?" "The I.C. is the Inner Core, the ones who created you," said Terizla tolerantly. "But…but if they created me, why do they want to kill me?" the girl asked, quiet shaken. "You are of no use to them now that you have seen the world outside and met me," said Terizla, shrugging. To her this was nothing new, while the girl was suddenly shock still. "And I cannot very well turn you over to them being how you know who I am, as well as the location of my lair, and my mission." The girl looked scared at this statement. Will she kill me? she thought. Terizla laughed, seemingly reading the girl’s thoughts. "I have no use for a dead child on my hands and no intention to kill you. Instead I was thinking I could require some assistance." The girl’s ears perked up at that. "How would you like to be my partner, kid?" "Yes, if I get to fight those who want me dead, then yes." Said the child with an air of confidence.