8 (Defeat)

"Take him to the school. The higher-ups say to abort mission once he is there. Alpha squad, take down target bravo, don't let him escape. Beta squad, make sure to wipe target apex. Do not allow him any chance."

'Kchhh'

"Misson leader, do you read me, bravo is cut, Alpha out."

'Kchhh'

"Mission leader, the Beta squad has aborted, target apex has escaped. Permission to initiate protocol 5?"

"Permission granted, all units initiate protocol S.A.V.I.O.R."

'Kchhh'

I didn't know what had happened, one minute I was at the police station, looking back at Ron, and the next moment I was surrounded by men in black jumpsuits. They looked like a swat team. I was laid on the grass, unable to move.

The roar of a plane came from overhead, men in black swarmed the skies, making me unable to see the sun. The men were quaking in fear like I was a threat. I was in a relaxed position, the men seemed unable to move further.

"Commander? Is that you? Why are you doing this to us?" One cried out, "I thought we were friends!" My eyes roved over to where the voice came from. The men shrank back, unable to brave my eyes...

"I don't care if you are the commander or not! You aren't getting away with this!" A feminine voice cried, "Die!" The side I was looking at shrank back further, but the side I wasn't looking at surged towards me. Their swords gleamed and seemed to vibrate, making a sound that gave me a migraine. The sound kept going, and a familiar voice came with it.

"What is your answer? Hero, what is power, and why do the powerful rule?" That cold voice sang, the same line repeatedly came into my head, rebounding throughout my brain. The echoing got louder, seeming to never end. Unwittingly I said something. My face paled, I vomited blood.

"Incorrect! Hero, I was going to give you ten years to solve this question, but I changed my mind." A croak resounded throughout my mind, and the image of that cold lady appeared. She looked at me, her usually calm eyes were now flaming, she looked at me almost teleporting into me, her cold hands gripped my head like a vice, "Hero, you have failed, just like in your past life. One last time I will grant you mercy, and give you a new life. However, Because you have failed twice, I am going to remold your soul. If you dare to fail after this, I will obliterate you, you will never live again!"

She snapped her fingers, and my soul left my body. My head was still in her vice-like hands, and as she gripped me I felt like I would surely die.

She snapped my 'neck' with power mightier than Zeus. Paralyzed, I could only watch as she 'remolded' my soul. It was painful, like how it feels to literally lose your arm or leg. I couldn't stand it, but I had to because it was impossible to lose consciousness as a soul. Each movement she made was lifeless and machine-like and tortured me to no end.

I was still confused about what the men in black were and whatnot, but that was forgotten, as my soul became smaller and more infantile. I started forgetting many things, important things, like my mom and dad, and the like. However, I still retained a few memories. When she finished, I felt empowered, renewed! Like I was a genius that could do anything.

I had the mindset of a genius, but the innocence of a baby. The cold lady looked at me, seemingly satisfied with her work, then flicked my head, causing me to 'Forget' which is basically the same as losing consciousness but was necessary for souls to be reincarnated.