Unnatural Part 1

I remember back then, when everything was normal. I loved my parents. I really did. I was that one toddler that couldn't be separated from her parents, or her older sister. Me and my older sister would do everything together. We loved picking flowers, our blond hair waving in the wind. I guess, now that I look back at it, I was always favored. Not that it mattered anymore.

On my sisters 6th birthday, it was a day of celebrating. I was four. "Happy birthday, Addy!" I squealed, laughing. My older sister smiled, leaning down to blow out her candles. My mom stopped her.

"Wait for us to sing Happy Birthday, Adeline."

I never suspected a thing. I feel so stupid now, but I guess it was because I was young. "Happy birfday to you, Happy birfday to you! Happy birfday dwear Addie! Happy birfday to you!" I was such a child then, what was I doing.

Addy blew out the candles then, and I clapped happily.

I never suspected a thing.

It was only a few days later that mom, dad, and Addy had to go somewhere. I was left at home, but that was okay. I could play Barbie's by myself. When my parents did come back, they were crying. I ran to them, tears flying from my eyes as well, though I didn't know what was wrong. I now know that they weren't even crying.

"Addy," My mother began, choking out the words. "She left us, said that she didn't love us."

I was confused. What did that mean? She didn't love us.

My dad backed her up, "Addy isn't coming back, Alita."

My name. My birth name. Alita. Alita Darcy. My older sister, Addy Darcy would never come back. I remember how much I cried that day. I remember how much I cried after that. When I turned 5, I was taken to Kindergarten. Everyone whispered about me, and when I tried to talk to them, they would leave. I was known as "the girl who ran away's little sister". I also had a lot of anger issues then, and had to constantly go to the counselor.

But my parents got angry. Especially my mom. They yelled at me, saying, screaming why couldn't I be normal. But one day, it came out.

My dad yelled at me, "We should have gotten rid of you, instead of Addy!"

I didn't feel sadness. I felt anger. I was only 5 at the time, but I remember by eyes widening. I could feel them widen. I remember grabbing a steak knife with my chubby hands. My mom was turned around to my dad, they were yelling at each other. I remember slowly advancing.

I remember bring the knife into my mothers back, bringing it back and forth. I remember the sound of the many sharp points tearing through her human flesh. But best of all, I remember watching the light of her eyes escape. I remember the blood. For sure, the blood. My dad came crashing towards me.

"YOU STUPID LITTLE BITCH!" He screamed at me.

I was too slow to get the knife back, and besides, I was just registering that I killed my mother. My own mother. I was a sick person. I was only 5 years old.

He grabbed me, dragging me to the basement, practically slamming my small body on every wall he could. I remembered flailing, hot tears burning my eyes. He opened the basement door, throwing me down. I remember crashing into the bottom steps, sure my head cracked open. I screamed, my throat becoming raw. I screamed non-stop, until I heard my dad from upstairs.

"SHUT UP NOW! YOU STUPID LITTLE STUPID ASS!

And when everything turned black, I thought it was for good.

But it wasn't. He kept me in the basement, sliding bread and a small cup of water every once in a while. But I never was taken out. Years went by, I was suddenly an 8 year old girl, with hardly any education.

I remember the day when those people came. When I was finally taken out of the dark basement, my skin so pale, my blond hair dirty and greasy. I was around 4'7, then. I remember the pain of the light. My eyes were red from crying every day, and now they had to deal with the burning sensation of the light. But everything was dark. I felt my arms being forced behind me, then a clicking sound. Hand-cuffs. I felt myself being led up stairs, led into something cold.. And metal. I remember hearing the distant voices of my dad and a stranger.

"Here you go, Mr.Darcy. The money, as promised."

"Oh, you didn't have to give me money, but thank you."

He sold me. I felt the tears starting up again, but sadness was over came by anger. I clenched my fists, screaming and yelling until something slammed into the box. I was in. By now, I sort of knew it was a cage.

And when that loud noise hit the cage, I let out a low whine. It was an inhuman noise. The car seemed to drive forever. But when it finally stopped, I heard the car doors open, as I was led out of the cage. Then I felt something hard, circular and metal in the middle of my back. When I stopped walking, I felt it jab into my shoulder bone. I winced. They took off whatever was covering my eyes, and I cringed as the sun bore down on me. It took me a while to get used to it. They were leading me to a white building. Nothing looked familiar. I was taken inside, put in a cell. I looked around, so many gruesome things were happening. At first I looked away, but then I stared.

Many years went by then. I was known only by one thing. B1857. I remember growing up in the factory.. Or whatever it was. When I turned 13, I was well aware of what would happen soon. But one day, another female arrived. Her hair was dark blue, short and reaching her chin. Her eyes were a pretty ocean blue. I heard the scientists talk.

"Girl, Age 13. Wanted Criminal for Shoplifting. Experiment A9. ID Number, H1560."

She was taken away into a different room. I don't think I have ever seen someone cry and scream so much.

But when she came out, she was shaking. Her blue eyes stared through my cage. I slowly turned, blue meeting green. But as footsteps approached I turned. They opened my cage, quickly surrounding me so I couldn't escape. They pushed me to the other room. My footsteps were cautious, but I had no choice. It was either this, or die. Even now, 3 years later, I still would have done the same thing.

They latched me to a metal bed, putting some mask over my face. The last thing I remembered was the metal things bolting me to the ground, and the many scientists above me.