Operation Fresh Start (Mythica)

"Vitals are improving again. Full restraints are still held tightly." One scientist had scribbled onto a clipboard, looking around before he started to move around the table. "The couple weeks spent have altered the experiments body. Signs of demonic energy has risen by 50%, hair color has been shifting between blonde and pure white. Subject seems to not have been aware of the changes in trying to escape." Again jotting his verbal notations onto the clipboard, the male stopped to adjust the glasses on his face. "I think ‘Black Project 13: Sanguine’ is a success, gentleman." Another, whom had been monitoring screens and prior results together announced. "Yes. The girl proved to be a lot easier not worrying about a heart stopping on us. Whatever lacrima is inside of her mixed with it has turned it into a decent substitution. Oh well, it'll work in the guild masters favor." He chuckled and began to remove the monitoring equipment before the two scientists began to wheel her bed along. Down halls and past other rooms, the bed rounded a corner before getting into an elevator. After a moment, it had opened again and the two led the bed into a larger room. It was a rather blank room, just rounded with no corners. An observational area hung above them, but it didn't seem to be much more than that.

The two scientists left the room, leaving the unconscious slayer with no restraints and left to wake up on her own. It took time before she felt the energy to come to. As she had, the dim lighting and surprising ability to move her arms and legs let her roll, only to fall onto the ground. Laid flat out on the ground, Madison slowly started to try and pick herself up. "H-Hey.. H-Hey!" Her vocal abilities were the most worked thing she let loose during her experimentation, but her body felt different. Unknown as to what happened, her second attempt to stand was difficult, but using the bed as a balance, she was able to make her way onto her feet, panting with exhaustion. "Where are you hiding!? W-Where am I!?" She tried to look around, but she felt disoriented and still confused on where she was. "What.. What's going on!?"

Her growling after utter silence had left her to only grow more aggravated... It was one thing to lock her in this room, but to leave her clueless and nearly unable to function was nothing more than a sick joke. Her eyes fluttered trying to get herself to collectively get her mental ducks in a row, however as she took a step, she easily nearly felt it give out on her. Adamant to keep trying, the nun had pushed herself back up and began to try again and again until she could take a step without it happening. "Fine... don't answer me." She muttered, looking around more and more in the silence of her own agony.

The aches started to get to her, flinching and leaning over the bed before she finally opened her eyes. This pain... the things they did to her while she was forced to the very bed she stood over was getting to her. It was then she noticed something. Her hands scooped up the unkept white locks of hair. "What the..." She wasn't entirely as surprised as one would be, but there was a sensation she was feeling that was... familiar. Whatever it really was had calmed her down to accept it. With no warning, a feminine voice caused her to jump and turned around to face it. She gasped as her legs hadn't been used to the weight and she instantly fell down onto her knees, shaking lightly from the shock of it. "W-Who are you?" She asked, looking up to see the person whom just showed up to her.

Her arms crossed over one another as she went to hug herself from the sudden jolting of aches across her body. Her eyes shy'd away from the woman across the room until she finally noticed what she was called. "P-Project? Y-You must have me mixed up with someone else. I-I'm Madison Richter..." The genuine look of confusion from being called "project" had not truly phased her yet.

At first, the girl on the other side was thought of as something out of her imagination. As if the time she spent being isolated from being in contact with any one but scientists who ignored her very being as if her struggles and screams during their experiments had meant nothing. But so much of that was a haze to her that it caused her focus to give out, nearly falling over. Her balance was disrupted and her memory felt shotty at best. From the time she had been ready to slaughter one music playing smart mouth to right in this moment, the only main memories she could construe were blinded by the lights they used to see while they worked.

While she remained in her hugging position, she made it known of her name, but the second she finished, her eyes widened. She began to scream with an agonizing pain going through her mind, leaning over to her fingers laced in her hair, grasping at the roots while the pain forced her to practically make a makeshift bowing toward royalty, though the aim was nothing of the sort. Just as fast as if came, it was gone on the sound of her voice speaking to her. All she did was correct her... was this from saying anything against this girls word? Or just specifically something as small as her own name. ”I-I don’t understand.. why you keep calling me that...” Her head picked up slowly, her body still trembling from the painful feeling she had while still bearing that same confused look on her face.

A sudden sensation wrapped around her body with each growing step this girl took. While her eyes shook with the fear of power under this girl’s belt, her body stiffened up more. And more. And more. Until it was so frozen with fear that even breathing was a luxury to her. ”N-N-New.. h-home?” Her words trembled and shook with the same fear that her body showed, looking up to the woman before she met the mixed colored eyes. Once her own met the icy blue eye, her body jerked around and she expelled vomit from her mouth. Truly, sick to her stomach work fear, Madison turned back around and her eyes refused to look back up. She was horrified and placed now in a rather fully defeated position before this girl.

As Madison continued her trembling fear, she had thoughts to try and push the woman back with her magic. It brought her eyes down to her skin and her body overall. Nothing seemed really out of place... but she wasn't sure what in the world could be a reasonable object to use to help make herself bleed in order to use her spells. What exactly would this entail her to do in the quick blink of an eye or while the girl simply had not been taking a moment for her to be able to act on her magics necessity of blood outside of her body to work. Sure, nothing looked as though it was nothing but the same person, but there was something different in the way it felt. To move, to twitch, to touch. It all felt so foreign and out of place that it had started to seep into her mind. Could she even use her magic anymore? Was this even still her real body? What if the idea of being this strange girls project was simply to be placed into the body of some murderous android? No... that couldn't be it... that overwhelming need for blood was still around. In fact, the audible stomach grumbling would show to her starvation for her duration minus the very little essentials needed to survive the experimentation process.

Still, her eyes and head refused to look this girl in the eye, but her tone and kind words had made an attempt to calm her, but they only went so far. She had mentioned the fact that it was Madison's birthday? That wasn't right... it couldn't have been months since her captivity. There's no possible way it could have been so long... so did she mean that this day was the first she was left to her own accord? Something akin to a completed project? While she wanted to lash out angrily, that same overwhelming presence kept her body frozen from such actions, and instead her body jumped from the gentle touch to her chin. Feeling her being forced to look up, she had reluctantly ended up opening her eyes as a few tears streamed down her face as leftovers. Her orbs locked onto the blue eye, seeming to become lost within it's image as the girls voice cooed through her ear in a light tone.

The image started off normal. Something that would quickly calm the body from any stressful feeling, but it soon and quickly twisted and spun out of control. The world turned into a desolate wasteland. Robotic creatures roaming about, scavenging corpses of leftover material and laying waste to anything in its path not programmed as an ally. Whole guilds, churches, homes laid to nothing but dust and rubble. The council building seeming to be the least impactful vision as it had been annihilated by missile strikes. The castle in Crocus crumpling underneath the lost morale of it's own capital set ablaze all around it. Lastly, it came to Aurora. Something to probably make up for her lack of care in the laid waste of the Council had been her guild crushed and decimated by something. Some bodies even strewn along the top and in the rubble.

A banner had shot into her vision next, slowly panning out as hand had held it place. The symbol unfamiliar to her as to what it was, but the wind carried billowing smoke from the destroyed castle into the sunsetting horizon. It was suddenly caught into her eyes that she saw a hand throttling the throat of her guild master, Luna. Her body beaten and bloodied, clawing with heavy weakness before the harsh crack had her body quickly lay limp. As the being whom murdered her friend faced the vision having teen showed one person; Madison. The look of a coy being whom enjoyed her job in having slaughtered her own guild snapped her from the vision as she jumped back so suddenly and with such sudden force that the bed rolled straight back until it hit the wall. "I-I'm nothing like that! I-I'll never be that thing!" She shouted in protest.

The white haired demi-dragoness had started to work her way up to her feet. She tried to fight through the intimidating feeling of the womans magical power, but she was going to stop her somehow. Her arms and legs quickly became blanketed with raven black scales. Her hands and feet sharpening into claws viscous looking enough to shred the meat from bone with no effort. Lastly, a pair of wings jutted from her back with blue flaring designs that would surely show without hesitation what it was she had been under the surface. "I'm Madison Rich-" She started to cry out in another fit of rebellion, but the intensely sharp pain forced her down to one knee with a screaming cry of pain. That was it... Her name was a trigger.... What exactly did they do to her? "You.. You're gonna die... I don't care about anything but seeing your blood on my claws, you here me?" In a fit of rage, she casted aside her pain through sheer adrenaline mixed with a suppressed rage that she'd built up over years of trying to put her religion and moral beliefs over all else.

Through the entire time she had spent with this strange girl, she was unable to see her turn a single bit of anything but some happy-go-lucky psycho. Here she was, having taken a girl whom was kidnapped after confronting some smart mouthed musician and then pushed into a laboratory while she was unexpectedly put to sleep. Then used as a lab rat for whatever little project that she was inadvertently being forced to call herself. It wasn't so much that she was kidnapped. Frankly, being whom she was had only served to become expected to be sought after. Kidnapped once, beaten nearly to death by a dragon slayer whom wanted to take her fathers throne as the king of all dragons. Now to be brought here and being given no other chance. Heh... guess third time truly is the charm.

Her glowing, slitted eyes glared down at the girl whom albeit admitted to running this entire charade. Madi's claw like hand shook with the anger she'd pent up this whole time, but most of that was starting with herself. True, she'd been pushed to the edge by this girl, but here she was ready to throw away everything she ever worked to be; a happy, religious girl following the first parental figure she'd ever gotten to feel admiration and love for by abstaining from lethal harm. A nun above all whom took vows to never take a life at all, though she knew should another Harrigan incident occur, that she would know god would forgive her. Above all were her own morals. Daughter to a dragon and a demon, the pinnacle of stereotypical evil... But all she was raised on was positivity and kindness. Now she was letting all that lifes work flush down over one girl?

Now she was faced with an ultimatum that she couldn't fathom to go through with. The more she hesitated, the more she realized what was happening and it quickly served to show that she was not going to do as she said... she couldn't. It wasn't her at all and with a sigh, she dropped to her knees, her arms sitting upon her lap. "I.. I can't." She began to tear up, looking down to the scaled hands and arms. "I'm not that person... I'm nothing like them and I can't willingly kill..." Droplets of tears began to land onto the scales, sliding down them onto her bare legs, her head hanging in both shame and sadness. But why feel shame? She should be proud to be the type of person she was, but here she was albeit breaking down crying.

She what? What did she mean by a morality problem? If not for the fact she was upset and angered at herself and this whole situation, she hadn't bothered to ask. This girl seemed to be enjoying what happened to her and every little snapping of her morale fibers by her hand it seemed. Why was this happening to her? Of all things, she had this harsh life being forced upon her and she knew by that the harsh painful sensation in her head would never let her out of this.

A sound erupted in the room in the form of a humming. Still lost in her feelings, she had no idea what it was nor did she want to find out. With the rushing of violent and evil past acts she was either forced into or ended up being witness to had come baring teeth, the teenage project had could hear a young child. She seemed to a female from the sound and more over that she was frightened. It reminded her of her time spent as a prisoner of Savage Skull, but quickly her head raised to bare witness to what was before her. This girl couldn't have been more than 7 years old and she was restrained to the pole that hung in the room suddenly. Where did it even come from? This room had nothing but her and the bed until now...

"What is this girl do-" She paused as the strange girls hand rested on her shoulder and she recited a phrase. Without any hesitation, Madison's body rose and it felt completely unresponsive. "W-Why isn't my body responding!? N-No!" She cried out mentally, watching herself walking closer to the girl and suddenly her right hand gripped tightly to her throat, pinning her neck and head to the pole. "No no no! Stop hurting her!" As if she were only watching helplessly, but feeling every action, her eyes feasted upon the sight of her left hand reaching up to strike with a sharp claw. With it, her right hand jumped back before the other swung through, slashing off the head of the small girl in one fell swoop.

Her eyes showed the utmost amount of fear and horror, but as soon as it was done, her body was freed from it's sudden control. With it came this sudden, overwhelming hunger. Her body leaned over the decapitated body and laid her mouth over top of the stump of a neck as the blood would begin to be almost pulled from the body. The sound of gulping and sounds akin to chugging had been heard for several seconds until it suddenly stopped. The white haired dragoness would drop to her hands and knees, panting and coughing as she seemed to have succumbed to the suppressed need to drink blood. "I-I.. What did I just do... T-To this little girl?" She slowly rose to her feet, an almost dead look in her eyes as she turned around toward the other white haired girl, wiping her mouth of the blood trickling down from the meal and just.. standing there. She didn't know what to say, what to do. Her mind was trying to answer everything logically, but... there was no logic in this. She felt lost... lost and afraid. Soon even the dragonic features would subside to her normal skin and bone, lost in a rather gruesome looking sinking into the flesh and body of the girl, though she showed no signs of pain from any of it.

She continued to simply stand there dumbfounded. The look on her face showing one of shock and her eyes of defeat. If she were to be doing this without any free will for the rest of her life... and she hated the idea of having to think this way, but it seemed as though she would have to get used to the idea of becoming a weapon used to kill. It didn’t mean she couldn’t try to still be herself, but according to the white haired girl, she was just following orders and the frightening part had been how little she was detested of the scene. She just ripped the head from a small child and then sucked her blood out like a vacuum... yet, she felt nothing. Why nothing? Did all the violence and the natural sensation to kill from both halves of her just grow to crave it? ”R-Right...”

Her eyes followed down to the small girls corpse as she had listened to the small background that was given to her concerning why she was being used as Sanguines new test subject. One thing did come to her, and that was that if it were being shown to her now, it was that her survival came down to doing whatever it took to ensure it. Maybe if she had, one day she could have this all reversed. It.. was worth the attempt. Her body jumped slightly hearing the sound of a door opening behind the strange girl. She was left with two choices; stay and do nothing but be fed the scrap rejects until she gave in to everything by sheer break of sanity and the lack of food, or she go with her and admit defeat as a human. In essence, giving her exactly what she wanted from her; a weapon. For a moment, she pondered, but she knew staying would only harm her mentally much faster than any other. She didn’t have any other choice...

Bare foot steps closed a distance between the two white haired girls until the demi-Dragoness dropped down to one knee, lowering her head. ”I.. will be the weapon you want me to be... My name is.. Project Sanguine, a tool to be used any way you see fit.” She stated loudly, hating herself for having to come out with it on her own... but it was the price she knew she had to pay to be allowed to keep what was left if her humanity. And even then, if things went on for too long, even that would be gone.