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This was the fourth hospital. The fourth hospital and about thirty or forty patients later. Adrian Forta, was twenty six years of age and had an extensive background as a military infantryman. Five years as a Paratrooper and three more in the Military Police after sustaining an injury during his time with the paratroops. Now he was a prospective Handler for the Social Welfare Agency. Following quietly behind the nurse, Adrian felt a knot form in his stomach as they came upon the Intensive Care Unit. The story as to why the next girl was here proved to be a gruesome one. She was found by Interpol in some Romanian Bloc housing complex during a human trafficking sting involving missing children; broken, bloody, tortured, and raped in the making of some sick illegal snuff film. By the time they had gotten her out of the complex and onto a medical helicopter it was far too late to completely save her.
This was the terrible nature of what he now did. "The poor child is beautiful to be sure, I can't imagine what kind of monsters would do this sort of thing." The nurse shook her head in defeat as they came to a room with a large pane of glass to allow observation of the patients without disturbing them too much. The little girl he saw on the other side of the glass nearly made the combat veteran lose his nerve and walk away. Choking down then urge to find the nearest waste basket, he took the patent charts from the door and stepped in.
Standing next to her bed, he began to read her basic information. She was a Jane Doe which meant they had no personal information on her. That was surprising in this day and age. Surly someone put out a missing persons report for her. If nothing else couldn't they try to have at least found a name? "Miss, can you tell me anything about this girl?" Leaning against the doorframe she only sighed, arms crossed over her chest. "When she was found by Interpol there wasn't much on her, barely even a scrap of clothing." Without elaborating the woman took her leave.
Silence hung heavy in the room save the humming and beeps of various medical equipment that kept this already fragile looking girl alive. The nurse had told the truth of it. Even in the horrible condition they had left her in, she was a beautiful girl. She had long auburn hair that spilled around her like she was laying in a bed of long red silk. Her face however was so ravaged that one couldn't tell what she might have looked like before the abuse she had been subjected to. Reaching out with a hand he gingerly touched her cheek resting it in his large palm. With a sad look in his eyes he stroked her perfect hair and couldn't help but choke up when a single little tear slipped from her each of her closed eyes. Taking in a deep quivering breath, Adrian takes a stop back and leaves the room. He had decided.
Loosening his tie, the former Soldier scoops up his suit jacket and moves toward the hospital exit with an air of intensity and purpose. Taking a phone from his pants pocket he flips it open and hits the speed dial. "Ferro, I've found my candidate." Flipping it shut, he pauses before leaving the facility. Looking over his shoulder he catches sight of the nurse who had shown him the patient. Her arms were folded across her chest and the look that Adrian received made him feel dirty, like she knew what he was about to put that little girl through. "Forgive me..." With those words Adrian Forta left all doubts and reservations about what he had to do behind him, passing through those doors with no way to go back.
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The girl dreamed, sweet illusions to distract her from reality. Everything while awake had hurt her, and when the girl was finally about to lose the battle she was saved, she was left to rest, to dream of better things that could never come true. Foolish dreams, silly thoughts as she slowly slipped away. In and out she went, out of sleep, out of bliss and then back into pain. However, no matter how much she dreamed she was always alone.
She could hear people now and again, though she never opened her eyes, afraid of what she might see, only wanting to keep them closed as she prayed for deep sleep to take away her pain again. Sadly, there were times she couldn't sleep, moments in time where she heard doctors mumble to teary nurses, cold hands touching her, and yet she couldn't move away. All she did was pray harder for dreams, she prayed for fogy morning cities and forests by lakes, beautiful forest animals to lead her to magical places. When they did come, she got her wish- forest animals, cities in twilight, forests in early morning. Only dreams they were, nothing real, always cold, always alone.
Unable to imagine friends for family for herself, the girl decided just to be happy that she could dance and sing in her fantasies, no longer able to feel pain, but it couldn't take this cold feeling away. The sun that shined in her dreams never warmed her, the touch of fur and feathers never pleasant or real. This cold made her wonder at times if she were dead, that is, until she awoke to pain once more.
Now dreaming again, yet it was such a faint dream, the girl stood still in a green wood. Looking up at a clearing between trees, she watched the sun come up. This time, something happened, something the girl was all too happy to even put into words- as the sun came up it showered her in warmth. She felt it! This warmth on her cheek seemed to spread to every part of her body, seeming to melt the chill that had been upon her and it leaked from her eyes. While in her dream she smiled, in reality only the tears showed, but oh how she wanted to thank the sun for this warmth, this feeling she had been without for so long. After all this time the girl had forgotten how good it felt, how nice it was to be warm.
In her dream she thanked the sun, it's rays leaving this gentle touch on her cheek, and once it was gone she was sad that she could no longer feel it. Yet, as clouds blocked the sun once more she looked down at her hands before placing them over the cheek that had been touched so kindly, and she told herself that dreaming was all she needed and she would never forget what the sun did for her.
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Despite being advised otherwise Adrian was determined to escort his candidate. When Farro had come to pick him up, Adrian requested he be taken back to his apartment, which was soon to be replaced by a room at the Agency facility. Peeling the shirt off his body with a sigh, the Handler tossed it into an empty hamper and began working on the rest after clicking on the Television.
"Reports of increased threat of terrorist attacks has the Government working around the clock in order to prevent another Rome. With us is the Chief of Military Intelligence with a word on the current situation."
Adrian snorted with contempt at this announcement and had half a mind to just turn the t.v. off. Military "intelligence" was an oxymoron. Having served his time in he military he knew full well the abilities and limitations of the intelligence community, both military and federal. Remote in hand with his thumb on the power button, Adrian was given pause by what he heard.
"The deployment of our Military forces in key areas will be a critical move in keeping peace and good order. Theses hotbeds of suspected and some confirmed terrorist activity must be kept in check. For the safety of the people we will establish and enforce a curfew and erect checkpoints to limit the terrorists ability to freely operate."
Bull, all that was utter crap. Now undressed and sick of hearing the nonsense being spewed on television, Adrian turn off the tube and left for the shower. It wouldn't take the Agency long to move his girl from the hospital to their facilities. He had to make this a quick one if he wanted to beat them there. That broken and bruised little face had stuck with him. Trying to distract his mind from it didn't help when it always came back to her. It was just like Then. He couldn't do anything then but he had done something now, he had been able to save someone, even if it was in a backwards way such as this.
Smoke, black and thick enough to choke oozed around him and filled his mask. Instinct screamed to take it off but if he did smoke might not be the only thing choking his lungs. It's dark, I-I can't see, I can't breath. I need to take it off, oh God it's hot, I'm hot, I need out, I need out! A hand rested on his shoulder, muffled words reached his ears, he calmed down. It was fine, it's okay. Soldier on, soldier on. The Rifle came up to his shoulder, he continued further on. "Breach in three! Two! One!" A sharp pop and bang followed by the rush of bodies and screaming voices all mashing into one another, chaos. Loud cracks, sharp jolts of pressure to the chest, falling. Shot.... I've been shot. My suit, is it broke? Am I going to die? Four pairs of hands, all of them pulling, lifting. Still alive, still moving, gotta go, need to leave... He stopped, unable to move with the horror that they had discovered.
Everything around Adrian came screaming back into focus. Hit fast and hard by the shock of his relapse, the Handler wretched where he lay in the shower. Once he was finished expelling the contents of his stomach, the man pulled himself up on shaking legs. He needed to move, they'd be there soon. Putting on a fresh suit, he got the rest of his things together and went to meet Ferro out front. Having expressed the importance of this to his Driver, Adrian made it back to the hospital at a less than legal speed. Flashing the I.D. and badge at the receptionist was all the man did before barging past the medical workers who attempted to stop him. Turning the corner he stopped. There she was tucked in by her blankets, red hair still awash around her.
"Thank you for your time and effort but I'll be with her from here on." Adrian planned to be there when the operations and recovery began. It's the least he owed her.
Days had passed, long days full of worry and waiting. Each day a new surgery, fixing her appearance after such horrid abuse or making her stronger, building her up again, into something greater than she ever could have been when only human. There were times for the girl that were painful, cold from doctors handling her as gently as they could, but each day got better, there was less to worry once they finally came to their end.
During everything, moments past were the girl was awake, she understood they were doing something to her, fixing her. There was always a question of why- why would they fix her when she was so broken? Although she never thought too long about it, wanting to live deep down, but always questioning why she was chosen. Of course, soon after they started giving her a bit of the brainwashing treatments she didn't question it as much, didn't think too much about anything other than whatever little pain she was in or whatever dream she was living while asleep.
Done, finally done now she was able to open her eyes, to sit up without pain. Normal again, she looked a lot like she had before the whole tragic part in her life, but she didn't think about that. Glancing at the window the reflection of herself looked back, and at first it took a moment for the girl to realize it was only a reflection. Staring back at her was a rather small girl, with silky red hair and pale gray-blue eyes, which now had that sparkle back, they had life.
Tilting her head to one side as curiosity and amusement filled her, she smiled at her reflection and liked how it smiled back. At the moment in time, there wasn't anyone in the room, not that it bothered her that much seeing as how she was too busy playing with her reflection. Finally she got out of her bed, tumbling at first and falling on the floor which surprised her a great deal. From the floor she looked up at the window, seeing no girl in it anymore. A frown appeared where the smile had been before turning into a look of determination. Struggling at first, then standing on her feet once more after great effort, she balance herself.
Arms spread wide to hold that balance, she lowered them slowly as she glanced up once more at the window, and there was the girl, smiling behind her locks in a proud fashion, proud that she had gotten up on her own to see each other again. Her eyes twinkling with glee she took hesitant steps to the window, placing her hands on the cold glass before taking in the outside world in awe.
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"She's finally up." The words woke him. Adrian had waited almost two days for her to recover from the operations. Now he would meet his child, the girl he chose over all others. The girl took no time at all to stumble out of her bed and onto the floor. It was like watching a newborn fawn try to stand. She would get up and then just tumble back down only to stand and try again.
"Have you thought of a name for her?"
Adrian pondered the question a moment, watching the girl as she shakily walked toward the window on shaky . "Lucia." The woman sitting at the computer repeated the name to herself as she ticked away, filling out his girl's profile. The look of shear determination on her little face was something to be admired. How much of it was her own determination and how much the conditioning he wasn't sure. Throwing the tailored suit jacket over his shoulders and the holster they carried, Adrian led the hidden room to finally meet the girl. Turning the corner brought him more or less chest to face with her through the window.
Looking down at her with a secret little smile, the Soldier knelt down to eye level and waved. There with his hand on the door Adrian felt a sort of impending dread, maybe he wasn't cut out for this after all. No, it was just the adjustment phase they spoke of. All he had to do was give it time to settle in and become normal, he was flexible, adaptable; he just had to try. The burning in his chest took him by surprise. How long was I holding my breath? Expelling it all in one great heave, he entered.
"My name is Adrian. I want you to learn everything about how to use this, can you do that for me?"
Opening his jacket, Adrian drew the pistol from his holster, a Sig P290. It was relatively new and small, the perfect tool to begin her training with. Is this really okay?
Lucia had been a tad startled by the man who had came in, introducing himself as Adrian. Staring at him she felt something strange, though whether it was a good or bad sort of strange was still being worked out in the little girl's head. With large eyes she stared at him, tilting her head to one side as she studied him and then the object he held out to her.
Like something precious, Lucia took it into her own two hands. The object was rather cold, except for where Adrian had held it for a moment. Letting her fingers run over it, Lucia weighed the pistol in her little hands. From a stranger's view of the scene it looked wrong, so very wrong with little delicate hands holding a weapon meant to end lives. However, to Lucia, it didn't seem so wrong nor scary, but instead she had a feeling she could get quite use to holding it.
Looking up at Adrian she got a warm feeling- like the touch of the sun on a flower, and this warmth gave birth to a smile that grew into a soft grin while that light in her eyes sparkled.
"Yes, Adrian, I can."
Looking down at it again she pushed back hair that fell in her face before realizing she had done something wrong. Frowning for a moment she tried to figure out what was bothering her, and realized she hadn't done something right. Looking back at Adrian she asked "My name?" Though Lucia didn't remember much about herself, that being an understatement, she did retain some good behaviors- like introducing yourself properly. She knew his name now, but she hadn't given him hers.