[center][h1][color=7ea7d8][u][b]Charlie Walker[/b][/u][/color][/h1][/center]

[hider=Flashbacks!]
[color=fff200]"Listen to me...hello, are you listening Charlie?"[/color] it regained...consciousness? But how could that be? It wasn't sleeping...or was It? But why would it need to sleep, there was no reason for that unless it was told to sleep...what was the last thing it was told? Snapping caught its attention and it had its hands in its lap [color=fff200]"Hoi, Charlie do I have your attention?"[/color]

[color=7ea7d8]"Yes."[/color]

[color=fff200]"What is your name, what are you and why do you exist?"[/color] it looked to see the person question it, but a light was shined on it's face and it could not see through the blinding source. Interesting tactic, she heard that this person was no alone in the room and was in fact using a voice manipulator, most interesting situation. 

[color=7ea7d8]"I am... N.C.-"[/color]

[color=fff200]"Wrong, what is your name?"[/color]

[color=7ea7d8]"...My name is Charlie Walker."[/color]

[color=fff200]"Good, continue."[/color]

[color=7ea7d8]"I am...in simple terms a cyborg, my creator...is not here to supply you with the specifics, but I am...unique, as there...well not but one of other , like me. I am what you would call...the last of my make, My program, N.C, has been canceled after I was made, because I was the terms of the contract my creator was to fulfil...I exist to do as I am told, in short, I am suppose to be the perfect assassin, capable of fulfilling my job to no end because of my lack of...humanity. My I ask why you want to know this."[/color]

[color=fff200]"No. Do you remember your creator's name and employer?"[/color]

[color=7ea7d8]"No I do not, it seems my memory has been tampered with, is this your doing?"[/color] there was whispering around it and it looked around at the darkness filled room. A table in front of it, a file was put onto the table.

[color=fff200]"Read that." [/color]it nodded and looked at it in a matter of seconds, all hundred pages. [color=fff200]"What was the meaning of the file."[/color]

[color=7ea7d8]"To test my abilit-"[/color]

[color=fff200]"No what was the file about?"[/color]

[color=7ea7d8]"It was about god, or well, what you think to be god if you were what you beings call, religious, might I ask why I was to read that?"[/color]

[color=fff200]"What was the tenth paragraph, fifth sentence."[/color]

[color=7ea7d8]" [i]"God, who created the universe in all of its magnitude and creative details, is able to be known, by us."[/i] what does thi-"[/color] another file was slid onto the table this time much shorter and it opened it [color=7ea7d8]"My I ask, why are you questioning me?"[/color]

[color=fff200]"You are being tasked with learning how to blend in with societ-"[/color]

[color=7ea7d8]"That is not possible, I am a living computer, quite literally, logically, it is impossible for me to fee-"[/color] another file was slid onto the table and it opened it, and suddenly it felt a twitched [color=7ea7d8]"What is the meaning of showing me this?"[/color]

[color=fff200]"How does this make you feel?"[/color]

[color=7ea7d8]"Are you implying I am capable of feeling? I know that it is possible, but I have seen much worse, looked at much worse, you will have to try harder than that to rise a reaction out of me"[/color] It closed the file and one more file was slid onto the table, this time it showed much more graphic pictures of N.C.4, the other one that was like it, being violated [color=7ea7d8]"why are you showing me this?"[/color]

[color=fff200]"How does this make you feel?"[/color]

[color=7ea7d8]"Why does that matter?"[/color]

[color=fff200]"How does it make you feel Charlie answer the question."[/color]

Looking at it longer, it felt a twitch of feeling bleeding through from its human side, balling a fist slightly [color=7ea7d8]"It makes me to put it in terms of emotion, angry."[/color] Looking away, it's head was forced back to look at it [color=7ea7d8]"I will ask you to sto-"[/color]

[color=fff200]"Or what? Does this bother you?"[/color] the person threw more photo's onto the table of N.C.4 and Charlie only got more and more angry [color=fff200]"How about this one? And this one?"[/color] putting more on the table, it's knuckles turned white, until it banged on the table and broke the table in half.

[color=7ea7d8]"ENOUGH!"[/color] hands letting go of her head.

[color=fff200]"Interesting, this is your mission, you will being going to a special school for people in your...expertise, you are to follow their rules, and your own, but you must not stray from this mission. You will go to school, and try to fit in, that is your mission. You will forget about this experience, and you will not remember this talk, only your mission, is that understood?"[/color]

[color=7ea7d8]"...Understood"[/color] it's pupils shone green before it's head looked down and it seemed to stop moving. A black bag was put over it's head.[/hider]
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Walking through the school, it's hair was in a braid and it couldn't help but not understand what the actual hell it was doing here. It "woke" up walking and all it remember was a mission in which it didn't have a clue who gave it to it, when it was given and why it was given, now it was walking through the halls after talking and meeting with the headmaster, a very...interesting women, had it been a regular person, it might have even been intimidated but it could tell the headmaster was different from a lot of people here, which meant something. While it was walking, it tried to pull up everything it could find on what the school was, where they were, but it got no results, like the school was either being hidden or it was just not on the map. Whatever it was here to fit in not question why it was here, just weird none the less.

Walking through the halls, it was told to go to the lunch room, but it didn't really have a need for food, maybe it was just going watch people and see how they act. As it entered, the headmaster announced they had a new student and it felt like people were staring, simply walking over to a table with bullet holes in it, it was confused with why those were these, but none the less it simply took a seat and put it's hands in its lap.