Death

Agent 57 was a mere fifteen-year-old girl. Yet, she was no ordinary girl. Rather, she was a super soldier grown and raised in a lab. There had been no successes in this field of science other than her. Of course, the scientists had been able to make other human beings – according to DNA anyways. However, none were able to think and feel for themselves.

Somehow, Agent 57 had obtained a soul.

Naturally, as a super soldier, she had many differences from a normal human. She had been specifically designed to have all physical and mental parameters be higher, and have far greater potential, than any other human. They had also done their best to curb her emotional capacity.

As a result, she had been trained extensively since birth. Multiple languages, various scientific fields, math, communication, etiquette, public speaking, finance, and business were some among the many fields taught to her. This was all in preparation for blending seamlessly into her future targets' environments.

Physically, she was put through the wringer. Every night since she was little she would go to sleep with a sore body. She was proficient in all manner of weaponry, both old and modern. Trained by elites, she was capable of adapting to and fighting in any situation. By the time she reached her teens, with her enhanced body, only the top experts in the world were able to defeat her, and that was only in the fields they specialized in. In an anything-goes fight, Agent 57 would come out the victor 9 out of 10 times.

By the time she was thirteen, she was already being sent out on missions. Typically, being the only success in growing a living, thinking human, she would never be sent out on missions. However, according to the scientists in charge of research, there was little additional data to gain. Therefore, the commander of the program authorized her use in the field.

Instead of combat on a typical battlefield, Agent 57 was assigned assassinations. Her targets were all high profile, extremely influential people that the American government couldn't deal with in an above-board manner.

With the appearance of a young girl and with the mannerisms and knowledge to fit in with the surroundings, she was able to easily draw close to her targets. She had never failed.

Of course, in order to preserve the effectiveness of such a killing machine, her superiors did their best to select missions and locations that would limit her exposure to the facets of life a normal teenager would experience. They didn't want her emotions to develop.

However, there was only so much they could limit such exposure. Inevitably, Agent 57, after seeing how normal people lived, began questioning her own existence. She began to wonder how it would be to be in a family, to experience love, to be free. She had never enjoyed killing. Yes, she got a thrill from fighting and from hunting down her target. However, deep down, she felt sick as she saw the lights leave her victim's eyes. She hated the cries of terror and sorrow from the victim and their lovers and family.

After she began to show resistance to future training and missions, her superiors decided to take a different approach. Instead of trying to stop exposure to normal human elements, they decided to implement the age-old method of 'good cop, bad cop.' As all the team supervising and training her had been males (including those who had delivered harsh punishments) through her whole life, they decided to bring a female onto the team. It was her job to be the good cop. The woman, Alice, would reward Agent 57's good behavior by telling her stories, give her popular novels and movies, and even cuddle up next to her. Her favorite things so far were the Harry Potter novels. They were certainly filled with idiotic characters and a general lack of detail in regards to the world and magic mechanics, but they were nevertheless extremely entertaining.

Conversely, as the 'bad cops,' the males around her delivered ever harsher punishments and trainings.

As a result, Agent 57 developed a fear and hatred towards men in general.

Of course, with the amount of knowledge and interrogation methods that had been taught to her over the years, Agent 57 had a strong suspicion that the behaviors of everyone around her were geared towards controlling her. But a part of her didn't care. She knew measures had been taken so she would never be able to escape her 'captors' clutches, so she chose to behave like a good soldier.

From the perspective of her supervisors, her behavior became acceptably obedient. She never misbehaved and always performed her missions perfectly. No one knew, however, how badly she wanted to escape this life. With the command she had over her verbal and nonverbal communication skills, as well as her knowledge of psychology, there was no way the scientists would know her deep depression after each person she killed and mission she executed.

Finally, the opportunity for her escape occurred. Through death.

With all her successful missions, there was no way to completely eradicate every story or trace of evidence about her existence. In criminal societies and anti-American circles, stories began circulating of a young girl, the Reaper, who took the lives of all those the American authorities disliked. Everyone put up their guards, ever more careful of any strange faces in their surroundings, especially those of young women.

This all led to Agent 57's current situation: laying on the ground, bleeding out from multiple gunshot wounds.

Her target had been a general in an extremely cruel dictatorship. However, as she neared her target, she fell into his trap. Dozens of soldiers swarmed her surroundings, guns firings. Despite her greatly enhanced physical abilities, there was no way for her to escape the storm of bullets.

As the pain surged through her body, slowly turning her numb and cold, she couldn't help but smile. She was finally going to escape this life of servitude and killing. She closed her eyes, hoping that her next life would be better…would be happier…would be free.

(Maybe something like 'Harry Potter') was her last thought as the sweat release of death took her away.