The Woman Called 663

Chapter 1 .~Her Arrival~.

The first thing she heard was streams of water that dripped onto a flat, solid floor. The sound seemed to bounce around the room, almost like she was in a dark concrete area. She moved her newfound focus to her skin. It was cold, so penetratingly cold like she's been sitting here for years. The hairs were frozen straight and her lungs strained to breathe as they were stiff like an iceberg.

However, for some odd reason, she felt that it didn't matter if she opened her eyes, but she did anyway. Slowly she peeled her eyes apart and watched as whites speckles fell from her eyelashes. Though, the color didn't matter, because she couldn't see any of the hues or tints. The coloration of her vision was completely black and white. There were no shadows, highlights, or value.

There was just black with white outlines to shapes. These outlines waved back and forth, almost as if she was looking through water, but she couldn't tell because she didn't know what water was. Her mind was completely blank like a black fog and sat on her mind and decided it liked it enough to say there. She could feel herself in this space though, she knew that she was on her side, with her knees pressed against her bare chest. Her side laid against and a smooth wet coldness and she could feel the object that held her melt slowly with her low body temperature that was warmer than what she laid on.

From above she felt something land against her cheek. It plopped against her skin and trickled down the edge of her chin. She raised the hand that wasn't stuck to the water droplet. She ran her thin fingertip along its trail and felt her soft, smooth skin and raised cheekbones that were wider than her chin. She traced her deep-set eye shape, felt it's fierce, gentle look, then she went to her nose and it was perfectly round and turned up gently.

Then, she moved her fingers down to her cracked lips. Her top lip had an arched cupid bow and a plump bottom lip. Finally, she ran her hand through her hair, it was silky and pure white in her vision, but when she twisted her head, she felt a tug on her forehead. She reached up and touched a tube like an object.

She dropped her hand with curiosity and tried to push herself up, but half of her body was glued to the floor. She groaned and pushed again and with a shattering crack what held her broke beneath her. She flinched at the noise and held her hands to her ears to save her unused ears. When the sound ended all that was left was ringing in her ears, but before it could dissipate another screeching scrap of a door grinding against a floor made itself known very quickly.

She looked at the origin of the noise and saw a group of white-clothed people enter in front of a mass of dark-clothed people. Despite being high up and a good hundred feet away, she could still see the crooked smile on the leading man's face. She just stared at him waiting for them to come closer.

    "Good to see you awake." She watched the leading man's lips move in slow motion before she heard the broken sounding words.

She just stared at him, her movements still, and her emotions non-existent.

The man's lip twitched in annoyance, but he quickly concealed it and raised his splintered voice even louder.     "These men will be coming up to get you." He waved his hand and two scientist and three guards headed up the stable cable wire elevator.

She watched the men come up. The men in white each held a small white case with a black cross in the center. The black men with swords strapped to their waist and AR-15s in their hands closely followed the men in white.

    "I'm just going to get this off for you." The man in the center spoke holding his hand out, while his partner nodded to the hand movement and handed the man a pair of pliers and tugged at a thick black tube held in place by a modified sink flange.

It took a quick few tugs to detach itself before the tube was fluidly pulled out. All that was left was a colorful array of blue, green, and pink wires. Quickly a doctor from behind swiped a silver plated card above a seal with the wires held in the center. A small click was heard and the main doctor pulled the ethernet cords with great speed out of the chip placed in the frontal lobe. As soon as the end was out of the body the only women in the room felt an explosion of pressure and pain burned itself onto her forehead.

A bright blue, green, and pink data stream pattern etched onto the center of her forehead when finally, an eruption of black and white knocked the people in the room to their backs. When the lights disappeared and the men's vision came back, they found the women on her side. Her breathing was heavy and her eyes were dropping.

Quickly, the man with the broken voice made his way up and to the women. He kneeled down beside her and laughed softly. "You are the perfect specimen. My name is Pleoh and I am your master." He ran his hand down her silky white hair.

She stared at him, feeling only a tiny shiver down her spine before her eyes slowly closed.

                                                                                            .~663~.

She quietly sat on her knees, fiddling with the sleeves of a long dress the color of lilies that hid her bare body. Her stark white hair with no shadows or highlights cascaded down her back, tangling with her legs. She was in the middle of an office type room, waiting for Pleoh to return. The room was bare except for the bookshelves and a desk near the wall across from the door.

The desk faced the door and only a few pens and folders were scattered around. The sound of the door clicking open sounded like a bomb exploding right next to her so instinctively she covered her ears to lessen the sound. Pleoh noticed her movements and smirked in satisfaction that his experiment had succeeded.

    "You've done well." He came up behind her and placed his hand on her thin shoulder.

The girl grabbed hold of his hand in panic and pulled him to the ground with no effort and before he hit the ground she gracefully jumped onto the office desk, successfully knocking down a dark blue folder. The folder fell to the wood floor with a silent flap and opened to reveal a smiling girl with short brown hair. She jumped off the table and gently picked up the folder from its corner and twirled it around as if inspecting it.

    "That was you." Pleoh took the folder from her.

She just looked at him with no expression on her soft face.

    "You were injured in an accident so I took you in. You belonged to another man. Although, that was fifty years ago. Now you are mine, Shiroi."

The girl's black eyes widened and she collapsed to the floor with a loud thud.

    "Shiroi, You belong to me." The girl curled into a ball as a voiceless call drilled into her head. "Your name is 663." The girl squeezed her eyes closed, but Pleoh was having none of that.

He gripped her chin and yanked her head to him. He sensitive skin quaked and a bruise quickly formed. Pleoh noticed and he clicked his tongue, but he still didn't let go. He stared into her clear marble eyes, glossy from pain. "You will go by 663, my little angel, and until I deem otherwise, you will answer only to me." His eyes grew fierce and in 663's vision, she saw outlines of demons floating around in his small pupil. "Do you understand?"

Even though 663 could understand the words he spoke, she couldn't utter them herself, but she remembered an action that she saw a man do before. She stiffly nodded her head, struggling against Pleoh's stronghold.

    "Good girl." Pleoh released her and patted her head like a dog. "I have many things planned for you. Starting with training."

663 tilted her head to the side as she watched his white outline wave like an undying fire as he turned and yelled for people. Quickly, men in black suits filtered into the room, each wore sunglasses and one came upon her with a black bag. She scurried to get away, but a man grabbed her arm pulling her to the man with the bag. 663 kicked and struggled against the man, but others had come to hold her down.

When 663 had successfully kicked a man in the face and knocking his sunglasses off Pleoh had enough and with a threatening tone he called her name, "Shiroi, stop fighting."

663's movements calmed and her eye's drained of its fierceness as he became limp in the men's hold.

Pleoh smirked at her obedience before his crackled voice spoke again, "Bag her."

Quickly the bag was placed over her head, darkening her already limited vision. 663 did not struggle or cry out despite the rough handling she was given. She was thrown over a shoulder and the man did not care if her head hit any walls or if his tight grip on her legs left bruises. She was thrown into the back seat of a car and Pleoh told the driver to drive. He was the only one besides the driver inside the tinted SUV.

663 could feel the rough fabric against her bare legs and the bumps of the road. She closed her eyes and listened to the loud sounds of the motor, but as she was so focused she heard a gentle tweet.

Her eyes shot open and she sat up quickly. Pleoh looked at her, "What is it?"

She had no other movement besides looking in his direction. Pleoh looked at her for a moment more before he scowled and looked away. When 663 felt his eyes leave her, she too laid back down and closed her eyes to listen to the mysterious beings song.

Hours passed like minutes to her while she mellowed in her silent unknown joy. It was a feeling she didn't realize that she felt and it was a feeling she lost when a man grabbed her ankle and dragged out of the stopped car. However, Pleoh's orders remained a clear recording inside her head, starting from her frontal lobe before traveling and contaminating the other lobes.

The man dropped her onto the hard pavement before ripping the bag from her head. 663 looked around and noticed many men fighting against each other. The field held many obstacles that other men occupied. One man climbed up a wall while knocking other men off with a kick to faces or a strong downward yank on shirts.

    "That man is a keeper." Pleoh stood beside 663 as she sat on her knees.

She just looked up to Pleoh with an expressionless face. He smirked at her and nodded his head in the man's direction. "He will be your training partner."

She c****d her head to the side as the glint of the sun made a circle around her pupil. Pleoh flinched at the reaction her eyes had to the sun like it somehow scared him. Quickly he ordered his men to get 663's fighting partner, Reikoku. Reikoku was an ugly man, inside and out. His unshaven face was thin and his body barely held any muscle. His skin also was an ugly sickly green that held no health. It was a surprise that he was able to fight anybody, but quickly he showed that he was strong.

Pleoh told Reikoku about 663 earlier in a phone call while she waited in the office. Reikoku knew what his order was and it was to beat her senseless, so she would no longer fear anything and would be able to kill any being. So when he strode up to the weak girl he grabbed her by the hair in the back of her head and shoved it into the pavement.

663 responded by spinning her body, using her head as the axis point, and thrusting her feet into the man's chest. Reikoku reflexly grabbed her legs and flung her over his shoulder, slamming her to the ground and dislocating her femur from her hip.

663 groaned and when she tried to break free Pleoh's command came back in her scattered, jumbled mind, allowing Reikoku to squeeze the back of the neck, rendering her unable to move. Pleoh and Reikoku smirked at the submissive 663.

    "When I'm through with you, you will be able to kill this man that hurt you. Would you like that?" Pleoh kneeled by her head and whispered into her ear for only her to hear.

Her ears heard his words but it took awhile before she was able to respond. When the word 'kill' repeated in her head like a broken record. It snapped a piece of her mind and repressed it. She moved her eyes to him, her eyebrows no longer scrunched in pain, instead, her face was as still as the coral in the ocean. Slowly she forced her head to nod and when she did so, Pleoh's face broke into a smile.

He nodded to Reikoku, "Train her well."

Reikoku smirked, "Yes, master." He licked his lips at 663.

Pleoh stood and walked away listening to a brutal beating of flesh upon flesh.

.~1~. Her arrival - end.~