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The pods open up, and looking out, you can see that you are in some underground facility. A lab or something, your not too sure what exactly, but it doesn't feel like a place you want to be. That, is when you realize something, you don't know who you are, or where you come from. Your memories, are completely gone. Though it seems you are not alone. There are other pods that are open, with others inside. The question is, how did you all get there? What caused this? What happened to you memories?

There wasn't time for anyone to ask these allowed, since soon, footsteps could be heard, and they were coming towards the group. A man comes into the room, carrying a weapon, and several others follow him in. He smirks at the lot of you. "So, this them then? Don't look like much do they. Here I thought they were actually going to be a problem when they woke up. Grab the lot, let's get this job over with so we can go home".

When he said this, instinct told you not to trust him, but could you trust each other? There were so many questions, none of which any of you know the answers to. There has to be something, but what? At the moment, you all have nothing but the clothes your wearing. There had to be more to the facility, so maybe you could find gear somewhere else.

There was just one other problem, and that was the men who were staring at all of you. "Come on, let's go!" the leader said, motioning for everyone to get out of their pods. A few of the other men went over to each of the pods, grabbing each one by the arm, and pulling them out.

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Huh? What's going on. Where am I? How did I get here? 7 thought as she looked at the group of men. One of them came over, and grabbed her by the arm, yanking her out of the pod she was in. She glanced back, and saw others getting pulled out as well. Who were they and why were they all in the same area. She managed to count them, and in total there were 13 of them.

The leader of the group looked over at her, and since she was the first one out, he spoke to her. "So, what's your name kid?" he asked as he gave another glance around the room. This guy was not to be trusted, but she was afraid of what would happen if she didn't respond. It really wasn't a problem though, she had no idea what her name was, so she didn't have to lie about that. "I-I don't remember," she said, speaking in a voice that was barely more than a whisper.

He rose an eyebrow after she spoke, and turned away. "Well, that'll make our job easier if none of them remember anything". He walked back to the opening, and started talking on a radio. The last words he spoke to everyone else made her worry, about what was their job, and why it would be easier if they couldn't remember who they were.

12 had forgotten everything, and internally it was freaking him the fuck out. He didn't show the others his confusion or fear though. They already thought him weak. He stepped out of the pod, after taking note that the other person that was awake got yanked out. He wouldn't let them touch him, and if they did... well, 12 didn't know what he would do. He was pissed that he didn't know anything about himself, this place or the others. And he was pissed that these people were walking all over them. As angry as he was though, he wasn't an idiot. The one person that was there looked tough, and probably knew some weird martial art. 12 didn't assume anyone in this room was his ally, and if he wanted to take one down everyone would probably pile on. So, instead of acting, he stood in silence, glaring.

12 glared at the walls, the pods, the man in the doorway, and the girl with the colored hair. He glared at everything, taking it all in. He was cold and angry, but something in him told him not to act. Maybe it was his common sense. Even with a nagging feeling, he was ready to fight. He was tense and ready to spring, like a tiger trapped in a cage. He wanted to get out of here, but it didn't feel like he had much choice.

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A white sand beach comes into focus. An overhang of clouds can be seen above, darkening the sky and enveloping the area in somber grey. A man in his mid-twenties clothed in white attire sits upon the shore—legs crossed, hands on his lap, and closed eyes as if he were quietly meditating. The water gently laps at his feet then recedes, again and again. In the beginning, there was light. And God separated the day from night. The clouds above begin to shift along in rapid, unnatural motion, akin to video footage being fast forwarded. Everything else, however, remains at a normal pace. A great white stag paces the shore, passing by the man. Its neck and antlers are enwreathed in Christmas lights. It stops and stares into the horizon; puffing out a cold breath from its snout.

In the far distance, upon the ocean water, lies a scrap metal throne. Sitting upon the throne in a casual posture is an android, feminine in shape but lacking any features that would make it appear human. Except for one. Her left arm is entirely human, skin and all. It's a beautiful limb, worthy of a hand model. Its nails are coated in a deep red polish. The Cannibal Queen. In the beginning, there was light... The man upon the shore opens his eyes and looks down at his chest. Suddenly, his white shirt is stained by two red blots—blood, one on each side of his chest. They grow larger by the second. He looks up and an oddly happy smile graces his face. He begins to laugh out of pure joy. The Cannibal Queen on her throne takes a bite of a scrap metal apple held in her human hand with the sound of the man's joyous laughter continuing in the background. All the while, the music drowns out in an echo.


1 opens his eyes and his pupils undilates, letting in light that hasn't meet his eyes in a very long time. He nearly stumbles over but manages to catch himself within the strange pod he's in. All of his senses flood back to him; a disorienting process to be sure but, finally, he manages to adjust to it. He looks around and immediately notices other people coming to within their pods. They look to be around his age or younger. They're in some sort of laboratory but, considering the heavy layers of dust everywhere, this place hasn't been in use for quite some time. Before 1 can approach the others, a heavily-armed group of people bust into the room.

The man leading the team addresses the armed individuals about those in the pods. What he's saying is concerning, to say the least. Something along the lines of how they thought those in the pods would be a "problem" once awake and ordering his team to take them. Some of the armed individuals came up to the pods and forcibly take hold of the ones waking up. 1, however, steps out of the pod on his own accord and carefully observes the team. They certainly can't be trusted but, at the moment, none of them have much of a choice but to follow along. Then, the leader approaches a girl with dyed green hair—one of the ones waking up—and asks for her name to which she replies that she doesn't remember. He turns around and comments that their jobs will be easier if they don't remember anything.

Certainly a comment that doesn't inspire much confidence in the situation at hand. The armed individuals have their weapons at the ready. Along with the comment that they thought 1 and the others may be dangerous once awake, it's easy to put two and two together. 1 walks up to the armed team, close enough that hopefully the leader can here but still keeping enough distance to show that he isn't a threat. "It'd be much appreciated if you can tell us what exactly is going on here. We just woke up, dazed and confused, and here comes a bunch of people with some very big guns who like to talk rather cryptically. So, is there something we need to be worried about?" He asks calmly.

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Mumbling broke through the silence, interrupted by a loud hiss as the darkness gave way to light. How long have I been asleep, he asked himself as his eyes opened. The light blinded him for a moment, and the blurry shapes and colored blobs around him began to come into focus. Where. . . where am I? Gasping, his lungs burned with each breath, as he tried to crawl out of. . . "What the fu--".

"Come on, lets go!" He heard a man yell from somewhere. He tried to look in the direction but his view was blocked by a soldier. Well, they certainly looked like soldiers, but he had no idea what was going on or where he was. The soldier grabbed his arm, and started to help him out of whatever-the-hell he was in. He put one foot out of the pod, and his knee buckled. His whole body felt like it had been asleep; it felt like pins and needles all over and it was hard to move. Not to mention he was shivering like crazy. The soldier pulled him the rest of the way out, and he stumbled into him and just let him fall to the ground. Taking a few breaths, he forced his body to obey and stood on his own. The tingling was going away but he still felt weak, like he hadn't used his legs in like, weeks?

His eyes glanced around, seeing quite a few armed men like the one that grabbed him, and a lot of others coming out of pods. Something strange was going on here, and he wanted nothing to do with it. But, it was obvious he had to go along with this charade for now, until the opportunity presented itself. Maybe these others would be up for it? Glancing around the room, he looked for doors or windows or any way out. He looked at the guy at the door, and realized that he was the man he had heard earlier. Looking at the door behind him, he wanted to see what kind of door it was. Maybe one of these other guys has a key or card to open these things.

Following behind everyone else, he allowed himself to be herded with the group, keeping his eyes open for a way to escape at any moment.

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Two slept peacefully within her pod when she heard a hissing sound, she slowly opened her eyes for a moment as the pod opened up but she was to tired to and started to close her eyes again and sleep again. She then heard a man's voice as he and a group of men entered the room, Two suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder which forced her up and out of her pod. Two instinctively then went to quickly bite down on the man's hand who had grabbed her biting down as hard as she could.

Her eyes then wondered to the others seeing there were kids or young adults around her age being dragged out as well, Two remained biting down the man's hand as she watched who appeared to be the leader approaching a girl with green hair. He asked her for her name, to which she replied she didn't know. Two's grip lessened a bit she couldn't remember her name either, she didn't even know where she was at or why she was even here in the first place. But Two knew that she couldn't trust whoever these man were, and she was scared that they might just end up shooting them for no reason.

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6 woke up from a warm embrace. No, it wasn't from a dream. However, once her pod was opened she slipped out of slumber and into cold reality. All she could hear was some loud voice screaming for someone to get out. Her head started to hurt a bit in what must have been sensory overload. It was all a lot to take in.

And that was before she was grabbed and pushed out of her cell. She fell on her knees, not expecting to be so forcefully removed. Every ounce in her told her to fight back, but there were more pressing matters.

She looked around and didn't recognize anyone. Those with the "authority" or the similar aged boys and girls that were also removed from their beds. She didn't even know her own name, as she heard one of the girls mention. Naturally, the others had their own thoughts about the current situation.

It looked grim. For all they knew, these people were taking them out to be shot, but they had no idea where they were, who they were, or why they were here. So, for the time being, it was best to play along. She could feel some in the group get itchy and look for means to escape. As she, along with the others, were herded in a group, she made her way closer, dropping her voice to a whisper, "Don't do anything reckless. We'll get out of this, but let's see what they want first." It was obvious these people were not good, but they could have shot them in their sleep. Instead, they woke them up. They had to make use of this time.

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Nine opened her eyes, snapping into consciousness all at once. It wasn't pleasant like waking up from sleep - it was as if she had been born moments ago, yet entirely different. She blinked rapidly taking in her surroundings - they were in some sort of facility. She was inside a pod - one of thirteen. Looking down, she spotted a number tattooed onto her arm - 9. That was her identity then or at least the closest thing she had to it. She couldn't remember anything about who she was or how she got there.

She turned her head quickly towards the sound of footsteps, before she said a word. Her mind had already put together one reason why they were in stasis pods in what seemed to be a laboratory, with numbers tattooed onto their skin. She didn't like the prospect, but until other evidence presented itself, she decided to roll with the theory. Taking in the group, she noted the weapons they carried, as well as their uniforms. Private military? Or government? She couldn't tell, since Nine didn't know what to expect in either scenario. But regardless, Nine was determined not to trust them.

Nine took a step out of her pod slowly, holding her hands up. She heard a blonde whisper softly not to do anything reckless. Enough people were talking to the guards, trying to get information out of them. For some reason, Nine had a feeling that she'd be good at sizing all of the guards up. She studied them, trying to get a headcount as well as weapon count. And as soon as she had a chance to get a gun from one of them, she'd take it. She didn't care who they were - already, she had slipped into a mentality of us vs them.

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The man who had grabbed onto Two jumped back when she bit him, and raised his weapon up, pointing it directly at her face. The leader laughed at the group as he walked back towards them. "Like you all are in any position to ask questions," he said, before turning to One. "No, you don't have much to worry about. At least not at the moment. Especially if you do what your told. Now keep your trap shut and follow me".

He walked into the hallway, and it appeared to have not been used in a long time since you could see the footprints in the dust from when the men had come through originally. He held up a flashlight, since the light fixtures weren't working and had wires hanging down from them. Every now and then, there would be a spark from them. It was dark, and the whole lot of you were surrounded by the men. They were being led down, and there were several other doors on the side. Some were banged up, others looked like they hadn't been touched. Nine, however, will be able to see an opening to perhaps get her hands on a gun. The one closest to her seems to not be paying attention.

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She was scared. This guy had snapped at them, again. The fact that he hadn't answered their questions. Where were they going? How the hell did they get there? These were questions that danced through her mind as she looked at the number burned in her wrist. It was the only thing she knew, the only thing that gave her some sort of identity. Her memories being gone was yet another mystery, one in which she couldn't help but want to solve. 7 wasn't even sure as to why she had been down here in the first place. Looking at the others, it seemed to her that she was probably one of the youngest in the group. Nothing made sense, but she felt that she needed to go along with them, she felt that this would probably lead to her living longer. Since she still was unsure as to whether or not they would all just shoot them at some point.

A girl who didn't seem much older than her spoke, and 7 nodded in agreement with her. Doing something crazy would probably result in their deaths, and she planned on living. She probably wouldn't be the best in a combat situation anyway. Though without holding a gun, she wasn't sure she wouldn't be able to. 7 was still a little confused, but nothing could be done about it. Hopefully no one tried anything stupid, otherwise they could all wind up paying the price.

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Two quickly backed up when the armed man that had grabbed her pointed his gun right at her face, she was truly terrified at the sight of it Two knew that these men could kill her at the first sign of trouble. She looked towards the girl who spoke up, who said to not do anything stupid and gave a slight nod. Two looked down at her arm where there was the number 2 burnt into her skin, was it possibly her name? She didn't even know for sure. When the man who appeared to be the leader of the armed men told them to follow him, Two really didn't have a choice in that matter. Two looked at the man who was still pointing his gun at her, gave him a slightly terrified look before slowly starting to leave the room where their pods were.

Two followed everyone else into the hallway, she noticed that the floors were covered in dust, and that the wires hanging off of the ceiling flashed for a moment before dying. She remained quiet, Two had a feeling that if she asked a question that it wouldn't even be answered. And the others around her who had been yanked out of the pods probably didn't even have answers either at all, Two would slowly run a hand along the wall as she followed the others.

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1's questions are quick to be dismissed by the armed group's leader who tells him and the rest of the amnesiacs to quiet down and do as they're told. The armed individuals gesture the group into the hallway and nonverbally directs them to follow. 1 positions himself at the front of the group for a couple of reasons: so that he may keep a close eye on the armed individuals around him and, more importantly, on the leader, and to be the first to act on behalf of the rest of the amnesiacs in case the situation goes south. The others seem on edge and are more prone to act rashly. So, if it comes down to it, he'd rather be the one to make the initial move. Of course, the preferred outcome would be a peaceful one.

One of the younger members of the group—a blonde-haired girl with the number "6" on her arm—who's more level-headed than some of the others, advises them to not do anything rash and gives some general words of encouragement about their situation. It seems to visibly calm some of them down. 1 slows down the pace of his steps so that he can discreetly approach the others. "Obviously, you all have a lot going through your minds right now, but try to stay focus. Keep your eyes on them. But again, don't act. React." He tells the others quietly.

He begins to walk at his normal pace once more. 1 looks to the leader who's at the front of the group. If anyone is the enemy here, it's him and them, meaning the leader and his soldiers. While that may not make the rest of them "friends", it does mean that if anyone can be trusted for at least mutual self preservation, it's those that share the same marking. The numbers on their arms. 1 examined his earlier but didn't make much of it. At the very least, it's his identification. At the most, it marks him and the others as being in the same shit situation. And if they don't have each other's backs, then they're doomed.

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"Obviously, you all have a lot going through your minds right now, but try to stay focus. Keep your eyes on them. But again, don't act. React." He heard one of his fellow prisoners say as they were all being led down a hallway with about a million doors; a lot of which looked like have never been opened. It was odd that this man's voice seemed reassuring, like this guy knew what he was talking about. An air of confidence and experience despite him probably being in the same amnesiac state as they were in. Normally he wouldn't take orders from people, but in this situation he agreed. They really didn't have anything they could do. . . Not anything yet at least.

He had seen the others all looking at their right arms, and decided to do the same. The number 5 was tattooed on his arm. So, they were all branded? Since he couldn't really remember anything, he decided to adopt the name "Five" until he snapped out of whatever state of mind he was in. At least I'm not the only one, Five thought to himself. It seemed they were all in the same shitty situation, so that meant that they all had a reason to work together--at least for the moment.

Five was ready to jump in and help out if anything went down, but he was going to wait for someone else to make the first move.

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6 hadn't looked at her arm until she noticed the others glance down. First, she looked at the boy who confirmed her sentiment that they remain silent and obedient. His number was 1. She looked and saw the 6 on hers. What did that mean? Why were they all numbered? Was 1 better than 6 or the other way around? Either way, she gave the boy with number 1 on his arm a comforting smile. He seemed to have a clear head, despite the circumstances.

6 could read the group and she knew they were getting antsy, but it would be stupid to try to fight now. Even if one of the guards screwed up and opened for attack, there were others who could control the situation. No, it was smart to play it safe, at least for now. Once they saw an opening, if they all fought back, it would be better odds.

The one guy, the leader of the group taking them she assumed, would pose the most trouble. She inched herself closer to him. Should any of the others try for an attack, she could reason with the man, or perhaps take him on herself. Either way, she had a feeling they weren't being led out to freedom.

Ronan followed the group, still glaring. Then, an idea popped into his head. He walked up to the one giving the orders, and the one that yanked them out of their tubes. It didn't feel like they wanted to kill him, otherwise, he would be dead. He felt emboldened by that fact, they were keeping them alive for some reason.

"Dude, I have to piss. Where's the bathroom?" Ronan didn't have to go to the bathroom, he wanted to get away from this mess.

He wanted to go to a place to think this out. Maybe escape if he could. This made no sense to him. How could he just forget everything? He had a number but no name. He had to find out who and what he was, and why the fuck he was here.

Ronan still glared, forgetting to turn off his default face. He had to get this guy to give him some wiggle room, and looking like he was going to stab the guy probably wouldn't get him anywhere.

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Their surroundings were ominous and dismal. From what Nine could tell, no one had been in this facility in a long time, as the dust slowly drifted down and hit the ground as they disturbed it. Looking upwards, she noted the wires hanging, sending the occasional sparks. No one had maintained this lab in a long time. Those chambers that they had emerged from - they were probably the only thing that still worked. She couldn't imagine anything else was still receiving power. And in the flickering darkness, she saw opportunity. The guard closest to Nine wasn't paying attention. She could grab his gun. And somehow, she felt that she knew how to use it as well.

She heard the various whispers throughout the group, as a self appointed leader instructed everyone to react rather than act. It didn't sit well by her. If they were simply reacting, then it could be too late. With the state of disarray and the military police types here, it didn't bode well. They said it would be easier if they didn't remember anything - then there was something important to remember, beyond their identities. Every fiber in Nine's being was telling her to be afraid - to be very afraid.

Did she wait to find out what they'd meet on the other end of that tunnel? Did she allow their escorts to take them without protest? Her window of opportunity was closing. She needed to act - quickly. Nine quickly grabbed the gun from the guard, attempting to kick the guard into one of the doors as to knock him unconscious. She then turned and aimed the gun at the leader of the military police, pulling the trigger as she went for a head shot.

"Everyone put your guns down now!" Nine instructed. "Or I'll kill you next. Don't try me."

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The man in front of them held his gun up, and was about to say something, but he never got the chance. 9 managed to snatch the gun from the guard. He didn't have a chance to shout, since the next thing anyone knew, the gun had gone off. 9's aim was true, as the bullet sailed through the air, and hit its mark. Turns out the bullets in the guns cause damage closer to a shotgun or something with a lot more power behind it. The bullet hit the man's head, and it just exploded. 7 and 6 were the closest of the group, and that was not a good thing. 7 got completely sprayed with blood and bits of his brain, while 6 only got blood on her. The rest of men raised their guns, pointing all of them at 9.

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She looked up at the gun shot just in time to get a spray of blood all over her. Not to mention all the bits of the man's head that had landed on her, along with brains. 7 had to fight to hold in her immediate reaction to puke, and the urge to scream. She was scared of the woman who had just done that, and now feared for the rest of them, as the men pointed their weapons at her. This was not going to end well for them.

7 backed up away from them as far as she could. Her arms were out in front of her as she looked at all of the red that was covering her body. She didn't know if the men had been meaning to hurt them before, but now it was obvious that they were going to, because of this one woman who had shot first. They were all going to die, and there was nothing that she could do about it. She didn't know if she could fight, but all she could think of was the fact that she was in the company of a crazy woman who might just try and kill them all.

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Thirteen had been following the group, the rest of the branded lot along with their guards passing through an abandoned hallway, in some laboratory. It had to be abandoned with all these dust and dirt and, and the state of disarray the place was in from all the wires hanging about, and the unstable electricity that constant flickered on and off. If this place wasn’t really abandoned, then they had to have the worst cleaning crew in all of existence. She wasn’t really a fan of the number thirteen, but it was the only sign of her identity, the number that had been tattooed into her right arm, and she was stuck with it now whether she liked it or not.

While they walked, Thirteen gave a look around at the strange bunch they had here, a bunch of young ones escorted by armed military-like guards. She was also pretty sure that she was the youngest of the lot. If not, she certainly did looked the part anyway. The tension in the air was palpable, and Thirteen was highly certain someone was bound to snap sooner or later. It was only a matter of time at this rate. That moment came way sooner than she had expected when all hell broke loose.

The woman with the green dyed hair, “Nine” grabbed a gun from one of the guards and began promptly shooting him in the head, which caused a confetti of blood and viscera as those nearest to the poor fella got decorated in his vital fluids. Now all of the guards began pointing their guns at all of them because of what Nine here had done.This was not good. Not good at all for any of them. She didn’t know what else to do now so Thirteen simply watched and waited to see what the next move was before acting. 'One' did mention about reacting not acting, no?

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Two remained fairly silent as she continued to follow with the rest of the group, her eyes wondered over to the one who decided to speak up, to them. She started to wonder who made him in charge, but he did have a good argument react which was what she planned to do Two gave a slight nod. As she waited for an opportunity to attack at least one of the guards when she had her chance to, then the older looking girl suddenly reached for a gun and then aimed it right at the leader. Two jumped when she heard the gunshot going off, as the leader of the armed men's head was blown clean off spraying both Seven and Six with blood and bits of brain.

Two was stunned for a moment, but it was her chance as she watched the guards aiming their guns at the one who shot up their leader, she decided to use the opportunity to turn her attention to the nearest guard. She eyed his rifle before making a grab for it in an attempt to try and disarm him. "Back the fuck up and let us just go!" Two yelled, looking over at the others as she wondered what they would do Two didn't trust the armed men at all, she just hoped that things didn't get much worse then they already gotten now.

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6 was confident that all was going according to plan. What plan that was? She had no clue. Still, it was better they do as they were told rather than risk the lives of everyone to play the hero. For all she knew, these guys had better gun skills and could easily down all 13 of them.

She just noticed. There were 13 of them total. An unlucky number. Did that play out?

Speaking of unlucky, she barely had time to register the shout and the gunshot when she was showered in something hot and sticky. She looked over to see the leader, now minus a good portion of his head. She wanted to scream, to throw up, but something inside of her told her that things just went belly up and it was better to use this motion to get the leg up. She would chew them out later. For now, she grabbed the downed man's gun and pointed it at the others, "You heard her, guns down!"