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When her eyes opened; she could only see darkness... and she could only feel the cold air around her, brushing against her skin as she blinked a few times. She could only lay still, her fingers slowly moving up and down as she tilted her head slightly, trying to manage herself.... what was she? She had just... come to be, so fast. It didn't make sense... she felt as though she had just come into this world... maybe she had?

She continued to lay there... before she slowly raised her arms up and felt a cold hard ceiling covering her... it was extremely hard, and her nails couldn't puncture it as she felt it with curiosity and interest. She could feel? She could feel this... casing above her? She slowly pushed up, and the ceiling started to move upwards until she could sit up and the cover that had been over here fell to the ground in a loud thud and clink, echoing around her as if she was in a very large room with solid walls.

She looked around, but all she could see was darkness... darkness all around. She took a breath in, and she felt some sort of click vibrate in her chest.... and she breathed in again, and again she heard another click. Her right hand raised and rested upon her bare chest, and she felt the click and a beat inside... her heart beat. She had a heart? But why was it clicking?

She had so many questions starting to roll around in her head, but she decided she needed to find a light first... what was a light? In her mind, she saw pictures of light... it was the way people could see in the dark... without light, dark... was dark. It confused her to a degree, but she could only stand up and she wobbled slightly. The cold air brushed against her body, and she shivered as goosebumps formed all over her skin. Cold... this was cold. What was hot? She blinked a few times as images of someone curling up beside a fire, cozied up inside a blanket... they were warm. Hot.

So she had answers... they were in her head? She raised a hand to the top of her head, feeling for some sort of button... but she felt her fingers running through a long silky curly material that had a strange texture... it was called... hair. Hair. She blinked... hair covered the human head, it was a natural growth. But then her eyes went wide and she stopped moving. Human.... was she human? But she didn't have an answer for that, as she waited for it to show up in her head... but it didn't. Was she? Was she not?

Her legs moved as she stepped out of the casing, and she started to walk. Walking... the movement of her legs leading her from place to place. She walked into a wall, but gently... for somehow she knew it was there. Her hands moved along the wall until she felt a small little switch that went up and down, and she flicked it up.

Light sprang from the ceiling, blinding her green eyes as she shielded her pale face with her slender hands.... but then she looked at her hands. Slender fingers, long black nails... flawless white... skin. She blinked, touching the skin and then her nails. She saw a red curl resting on her shoulder, and she grabbed it, looking at it... it was bright red, like scarlet fire... was this her hair? But then her mind went back to her heart beat... she looked down at her chest. She was naked; she didn't have anything covering her. She saw her body at a downward angle, but she saw a zipper that almost matched the color of her skin. She slowly pulled down and her eyes went wide.

Machinery and clockwork filled her insides, and she saw a heart... her heart... it had a clock on it, as well as it moved with the machinery and clicked and vibrated. Humans didn't have this... so... what was she? She did the zipper back up and she looked around the room. She saw it was dusty; very dusty and gloomy. Cases and boxes and other junk were all over the place, and the room was large. She walked over near where she had come out of, picking up some clothes that had been laid out for her. She put them on; white underwear with a skull on the front, a pair of comfortable short jean shorts with a belt, and combat boots with white socks. The shirt was like a black bra; and she slid it on before she put on a black short jacket that was made of... leather. Leather was the word. She saw a ponytail; a little round thing off fabric that stretched and she did her hair up. But it took her a few tries to get it right.

How did she know all these terms? It must be coming from her mind. Had someone put these things in her mind? She saw under the clothes... was a note.

She slowly picked it up, and opened the neatly folded paper... and her eyes... began to read.


Dear Cinder,

You have lifted your case lid up; and take your first step into this world... what is left of it. I know you are probably confused; but all the answers are in your mind, I promise you. I have put everything I know into your head; which is quite alot, I do hope it doesn't give you a headache. But the one thing I did not put in your mind... was what you are.

In a scientific speaking; you are called a Perfectionis, a human machine. We have build your insides and bode out of metal and machine but on the outside; you look like a human. But you can also do things. You can feel, act, speak, taste... everything a human can do, but you are made from machine and soul. But you... you are the only one who can figure out who you are, Cinder.

My name is Cindy, your creator. I created you. It took long, but in a matter of speaking, I would be like your mother. Cinder; this world is in grave danger. I am afraid I am not with you anymore; and neither are any humans. All that is left are your own kind; as well as some animals slowly dying from lack of food, and the plants cannot grow. [You will figure out these things in your mind.] We are gone; it is all because of one bad Perfectionis.

His name is Castor. He is evil; and he is the reason we are gone. You must shut him down, Cinder. You and the other 5 good Perfectionis. He has recruited many; and has brainwashed them and corrupted them to do his bidding. He is pure evil; and has no sympathy. You must shut him down; but you must be careful. He is intelligent, and you and the others are the world's last hope to restoring the world to how it must be.

Be brave, Cinder. You will find a large gun that was my own laying next to your case on the lefthand side. This was mine for many years; and you specialize in combat and weapons, since it was one of my intelligent and special subjects. May you prosper in your mission. Remember; you decide who you are, Cinder. The rest of your questions will be answered in time.

Sincerely,

Cindy Thornlow.


[Now we jump away from the flash back. Cinder has left the storage house already. It's been a few days.]

Cinder put the note down. She had left the storage house; following signs Cindy had left for her. When she had emerged from the storage house, she had seen a gray and threatening sky, rubble and fallen buildings and dead bodies everywhere. It had been a sight she knew she had never wanted to lay eyes on.

As she folded the note away and put it inside her jacket, she looked around. She was sitting on an old bench that was still standing, a dead girl's body laying near her feet and her gun rested on her lap. She hadn't found anyone yet; but she was starting to feel sadness... and anger. Were these the emotions of her creator? She had gone into her memory; and found the memories of Cindy. They had been gruesome as Castor brought death and sorrow to the earth.

But now she had a mission.