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Written late at night, so don't critisize me too much if parts don't make any sense. :)
I’m Project Antitank : Successful Attempt Number Five; but you can call me Mel. Short for Melanthe, of course. I have 2 3/4 feet of black hair with a bright red streak exactly four inches down from the top of my hair line, code F0F8FF colored eyes, pale, pale skin, CD5C5C full lips, and high cheekbones. They designed me to have the perfect female body; small waist, wide hips, long legs, and a decent sized chest. The only irregular thing about me was the fact that I had a metal skeleton in both my arms and legs, giving me better than average strength and speed. My eyes and ears had been mutated from the inside out, set to the extreme limit without sensory overload. The bones everywhere besides my arms and legs were made of a material that you could dent, but not crack, with a sledge hammer. And I could manipulate gravity.
Ever since I was old enough to operate my new…enhancements…They sent me out to finish the battles, to control situations out of the military’s reach. I had always been the one kept in a room guarded by over twenty five highly ranked soldiers, not including the ones operating cameras around the doors, in the hallways, and every other place besides my room. I had grown up with a ten foot wall between me and everyone else, with over a dozen locks and doors guarding me from whatever they thought could actually get away after loosing half of their stamina disabling cameras, overcoming soldiers, getting through the locks, finally coming to my room. Maybe they thought that someone would actually survive that. I’d just let them think that for a while.
My room had never once changed except for the occasional new wardrobe, new chairs and tables, new bed, to accommodate my growth. Although, I hadn’t grown in over eight years, being fully developed by the age of seven. I guess the growth periods for mutants was different than a Human’s. Freaking scientists. They had even tried to reprogram my brain to loose the regular emotions, like love, sadness, anger, sympathy…everything but loyalty. But that’s why I had to watch the way I acted around Them; make sure that They still thought They’d done a good job on me.
They had tried this before. I’m speaking of the four that came prior to me. No one ever told me what their names were, just what number they were in Their rat maze. I just know that the only ones who survived the first two years of enhancement always got somehow killed in the battlefield. So every version got better and better; at the moment I was the answer to Their prayers.
Controlling my emotions had been getting harder and harder lately; They’d programmed without menstrual cycles and every type of skin defection possible, but they hadn’t programmed me without hormones, that’s for sure. I just wanted to meet someone who wouldn’t look at me like they wished they had given me a computer chip in my head, or like I was some sort of god come down from heaven to aid them with their silly wars.
Ah well. I’ll let them believe that my made the perfect soldier for now. The perfect, obedient, emotionless, solemn-faced, epitome of the word, soldier. The perfect Antitank.
And those codes I used to describe colors, you can type them in to some sort of thing that will take those codes and you'll see what colors I picked. :) and for those of you who don't have anything like that, I have a site that I would ask that you please not ask me where or how I found it, but it takes the codes. http:// jwebgen. com/generate. html (just copy paste and take out the spaces in it)
