Remember

"Remember..." Entity's voice echoed in 935's head.

***

The Baby 935 giggled happily, his laughter echoed off the room's wall as he clung to himself.

He sat on the floor, laughing in a room surrounded by mirrors. He looked around him at his reflections.

His dark brown skin looked so good in the mirror, strikingly contrasting his green eyes.

As he laughed his attention was suddenly caught when a door opened and a woman with the same skin tone as him walked in.

Cautiously she made her way to him and he watched her.

"Careful when handling the specimen" 935 heard a voice echo off the walls. He looked at the woman and she nodded. She stood before him and immediately he smiled at her sheepishly as he lifted his hand towards her for her to carry him.

"Carry the specimen," the voice said again and the woman picked him up, the moment she held him close to her chest he frowned.

He could feel her heartbeat, her fear, her frustration and her anguish. His happiness turned sour as he suddenly began to cry.

"Drop it, drop the specimen," the voice commanded. She immediately dropped him and left the room.

When she left the room he started cooing, before he lay down and fell asleep while sucking on his thumb.

The next time he woke up the same woman was there again. He stared at her with intrigue as she walked towards him.

She sat beside him and smiled but he didn't return her smile. "My baby..." He heard her say "It's me, mummy" she added.

"arrmmmllaaar" he let out a baby babble and started laughing. This made her chuckle as she carried him in her arms.

She hummed a song as she breastfed him, and he slowly drifted off to sleep as he enjoyed her embrace.

He was not fully unconscious when a man walked in, this was Director Cross, "You did good May," he commended "Your bond with the specimen may be the key to all our hard work. Make sure you don't show your fear towards him again, we can't have your silly emotions breaking an important asset. Keep your feelings to yourself when around him" 935 heard the doctor say before he walked away.

***

935 stayed in the room, toys were brought to him daily for him to occupy himself with and pass the time. 

A TV was placed in the room for him to watch as well, the channels varied daily but every time it turned on he'd be drawn to it and always sat in front of it to watch.

***

Months passed, and when he was twelve months old he was sleeping when his mother suddenly walked in and carried him.

He woke up to find himself in her arms, his green eyes looked at her curiously. He outstretched his hand to hold her face and the moment his tiny palms touched her cheek her eyes suddenly turned black.

Everything turned black, even the white part of her eyes was black. She froze and so did he as his eyes moved from green to black.

After a few seconds, he pulled his hand away and her eyes reverted to their original form. Her body began to tremble, she looked down to see his eyes completely black.

Her heartbeat quickened as she stared at him. He suddenly began to laugh, he laughed cheerfully as he looked at her.

She felt a chill run through her body as she watched him laugh, slowly, she wrapped her hand around his neck "Devil..." She whispered in a shaky voice. She put him on the floor with her hand on his neck and began to squeeze.

935 let out a weak cough, he began wheezing as he tried to take in some air but the grip on his neck was tighter.

His baby fingers held her hand, and the darkness in his eyes suddenly seeped away, as though it was sucked in by his pupil.

Two people rushed into the room and tried to pry her off him but she wouldn't let up, suddenly a force pushed them all to the wall, they hit the wall with immense force, the impact crushed their bones but somehow May, his mother, still managed to get back to her feet and rush to him.

Again she wrapped her hands around his neck, but this time before she could squeeze she was suddenly injected in the neck. She eased the grip on his neck and fell on top of 935.

Cross kicked her to the side to check on 935 only to see him unconscious.

As he examined the baby, 8-year-old 935 stood in a corner watching them.

"She said she was your mother, but she still tried to kill you" 935 heard Entity say.

"Why though? What did I do to her?" He asked no one but himself, "I never saw her again after this."

"Yes, after she happened our hell began"

Cross checked the two people only to find them dead, while May was surprisingly still alive.

After examining the clip he sent a scientist in, while 4 guards stood by the door.

935 lay unconscious in the centre of the room.

As the scientist walked in with a tray, he opened his eyes.

She approached the twelve-month-old baby and knelt before him.

He watched her, she had a facemask on, her hair packed in a tight bun and she wore white gloves on her hand. 

He gave her a puzzled look as she picked something from the tray she brought. It was a scalpel.

She looked at him, and just as Cross had said there were no signs of May's assault on the child. She reached for his baby fingers, using the scalpel she made a small cut on his thumb and then used a cotton swab to cover it.

The swab soaked his blood in. Tears welled up in his eyes as he looked at his finger.

He began to cry and the moment he screamed the scientist was suddenly flung to the wall, she smashed her skull on the wall and fell.

Her head bled out.

His tantrum didn't stop there, he kept on crying, the walls began to shake and a gas suddenly crept into the room from the walls.

The gas reached him, knocking him out.

Scientists and guards rushed in. The guards went to check on the scientist only to find out she was dead.

The other scientists checked the 935 only to see the cut on his finger completely healed as though the cut was never there.

They began knocking him out or using drugs that would stun him temporarily while they took samples of his blood and skin.

This went on for days, days turned to months, months to years. From toys to books, books to knives. 

They began to run simulations on him, testing out equipment, from time to time they'd take him to a shooting ring and use him as target practice.

But it didn't pass ten bullets, when he dodged the bullets they'd tie him to a post so he'd stay in one place while they shot at him.

Their orders were his body, not his head, or heart. They'd strip him naked after they shot at him so the scientists could watch how his wounds would heal.

With every bullet grazing and puncturing his skin, he'd cry out in pain, pleading that they'd stop. He didn't know why they did it, he got tired of asking. All he wanted was for them to stop, or put him out of his misery.

Cross had asked him time and time again if he told his body to heal it, or if it just happened on its own. 935's answer remained the same, he'd tell them he didn't know how it happened and this always resulted in some form of beating or punishment.

But of course, he always healed himself so who cared?

At the age of 5, while a nurse was attending to him he pushed the nurse away and ran out the door, he caught sight of a soldier in uniform.

He ran to the soldier, like in the shows he watched on TV he thought they'd help him, that they were good, but to his surprise, the soldier pointed his gun at him and shot him straight in the head.

The impact of the bullet stopped him in his tracks, he looked at the soldier with so much pain and confusion as tears welled up in his eyes.

Why? He thought to himself, why? He cried out in his head as the pain overwhelmed him.

He fell to the ground with his eyes closed, concealing the pain and sadness he felt.

He heard people shouting around him and them lifting his body.

Someone... He thought to himself, anyone... please save me from this suffering...from his hell... please, he begged within him.

His chest ached and he didn't know why. He felt immense pain in his heart, because of the hurt they put him through. He wanted nothing but an end, Death to him was a blessing.

935 opened his eyes to see himself surrounded by scientists with facemasks covering their faces.

He felt a pain in his abdomen and looked down to see his stomach wide open and the scientist pulled out his kidney.

He tried to struggle but his body was strapped in tight to the table.

He couldn't even scream due to the pipe in his mouth. Tears streamed down his eyes. The pain overwhelmed him, knocking him unconscious.

The scientists suddenly stopped when they saw the organs they had removed begin to grow back unnaturally.

(Author's Note: Just a quick peek at 935's experience, and just as promised more chapters)