25 - A Modified Arm

I remember what my parents had said right before I was taken away by Orions.

"Always ask the right questions and answer the wrong answers," they had said. That phrase helped me survive most of the missions RAYA had sent me on, and also helped me avoid the worst ones.

People thought perfect borns had their memory wiped soon after they had joined RAYA.

Except I am not a perfect born, and I didn't have my memory wiped like them.

Now, thinking about it, I wished I had.

Perhaps this wouldn't have happened if I had.

Once Phoenix X had let go, my hand reached into my jacket. But before I could grab my gun, a dart stung my hand, leaving my arm numb and useless. I reached to grab a gun that was stuffed under my belt but they stung that one too.

"Fuck," I whispered, knowingly loud enough for Phoenix X to hear me, as my left arm fell limply down my side.