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"It's all your fault!!"

A man yelled, smashing the other man against the wall and holding him there. The man pinned, fought back but nothing could beat the rage of a father. "You bastard! If only, if only she hadn't lied." His grip lessened, as his body began to shake. The other man looked down at him. Even if he towered over him, he wasn't winning the fight. He brought his hand up and rested on the griever's shoulder.

"I'm sorry for the pain I caused, Rodney."

The man crashed into him, crying. "Greg, you bastard. Why'd you let her run out?"

Greg smiled, not one of a sorry man but of a wicked one. His rich dark hair, matched his dark cool blue eyes. "I have an idea, one I have been playing with for awhile now. I just need more time." He spoke calmly.

Rodney looked up at him, desperation in his voice. "What do you mean?" Greg smiled, this time caring, hiding his true goal.

"Bring her back."

"What?" Rodney stepped back, giving Greg room to move.

"I've been working on a project. If it works out well, then we can bring your daughter back."

Rodney nodded in agreement, his loss clouded his mind. "You can do it? Bring her back?"

Greg smiled. "Yes."

A screech at the door caused the men to look. Greg smiled coolly as Rodney walked towards the boy at the door.

"Daddy, I had a nightmare." A young boy in his pajamas rubbed his tear streaked eyes.

Rodney picked the boy up. "Come now my boy. Let daddy tell you a story, then off to bed."

"Okay daddy." The boy held the crook of his father's neck.

Rodney turned to look at Greg. "We will talk about this later."

Greg nodded. "I'll be here waiting." He rested against the wall, watching the father and son leave. In hearing that they were gone, he walked over to the phone and dialed a number. "Terri, your mistake will be erased soon. So please hang on a little bit more. I just got a major benefactor into our project." He smiled wickedly. "Playing with those who are in mourning are the easiest my dear, as you already know that...Goodbye Terri, see you soon." He hung up the phone, waiting for the man he just played, to return with open ears.

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*

"You know, hope is a funny thing. People follow it blindly like a religion."

"I don't see hope as that. I also don't know why you think you are god."

"I'm a god, because I can talk with her."

"That other voice I hear, calling me?"

"NO!! Why would she call to you?"

"I just hear a voice, full of sadness."

"You're lying, she isn't sad, she isn't."

*

88 stood a cross from 89. Energy was sparking more than it should with these two models.

89 spoke, her voice as cold as it was for 88. Her long blonde hair glowed in the darkness. "You're a defective model, I am told to terminate you." 88 took his glasses off, dropping them on the ground.

His gray eyes set on his target. "Given orders I assume by Dr. Ackell." 88 moved his right arm out, bringing his hidden blade out. It sang in the darkness of the night.

"Correct." She moved her left and right arms, guns appearing out of it. She fired. 88 dodged behind a pillar, the bullets bouncing off and embedding into an adjacent wall. 88 smiled, a true first since he became 88.

"You are always the loud one 89."

89 kept her static look, set on her orders to terminate. Her blonde hair flickered back and forth, as she rolled backwards into a corner. Her eyes looked around for her target. 89 stood up from her position, speaking without fear.

"We are of the same program. We know how to blend in with the darkness. Silent to our victims. Why go against your program?" 89 fired into the left, hearing footsteps. "We have killed many, due to our orders. How can you go against your programming?"

88 leapt down from the ceiling, blade sharp, slashing down. 89 dodged with ease as she rolled to the right pointing her guns at the target. The bullets connected but 88 moved on, placing his left hand on her head, smashing her onto the ground. A crater formed around the impact point.

Her blue eyes looked up at the ceiling, black blood flowed from her ears, nose and mouth. 88 brought his right arm down, ready for the kill.

"Why?" She choked. 88 stopped, blade away from her neck.

"Why what?" He said coolly, eyes looking down at hers.

"Why are you so special? How can you defy our programming?"

Tears started to fall from her empty black eyes. She raised her guns, ready to fire once more. 89 arms dropped heavily to the ground.

88 moved his right arm and cut her head off. He looked down at her, a shell of a former person. "Why am I so special?" The question he did want to know, was given to him by another number. He looked up, now noticing the light that shone down above them. He glared up, fixated on that light, the light he believed would illuminate the darkness of his memories. Tears started to fall from his face.

"Why?"

*

Dr. Ackell looked over at his computer screen, a red mark blared, screaming almost. Will also glanced over, noticing that Dr. Ackell looked very disturbed.

"Is something wrong?"

Dr. Ackell turned and spoke bitterly. "89 was taken out, this is rather troubling."

Will turned back, becoming pale. "Taken out, what do you mean?"

Dr. Ackell walked over to his desk, looking for something. "I sent 89 out on a mission, to terminate 88." He smiled, finding the item he wanted. "Ah, there it is." Will heard a click behind him.

His eyes widened but he gave a little smile. "Hey now Greg, if you kill me now, you'll never know the passwords."

Dr. Ackell cringed. "You're smart, but not that smart." He kept the gun steady. As a smile crept on his face. "The thing is, Will. I know how to use people. All you have to do is find the right emotional link to control someone, anyone really."

Will narrowed his eyes as he turned around. His smile was completely gone. "You leave her alone."

Dr. Ackell laughed. "Your emotional connection with that woman is strong."

Will leaned on the desk he was working on. "And you never had any connection with anything human?"

Dr. Ackell ran his free hand through his hair. "Not even my own wife and children."

Will crossed his arms, shrugging. "You're as cold as your machines."

The man waved the gun, signaling Will to move. "I find that as a compliment. I never could fit in with the human race." Will turned his head, looking at the door. "Why are you doing this? What do you have to gain?"

Dr. Ackell placed the gun at his back. He gave a little chuckle. "I honestly don't know." The two men walked out of the room. Leaving the computer to beep.

*

The balding red haired man stared at a metal container. The black numbers "00" spoke back to him. "Sarah, how are you doing today?" The gray metal and bolts seemed to creek. The single glass window showed the tanks inside. Green glowing water and air bubbles filled the windows. A lone figure, floated in the center, with hair floating in every direction. "Ah, my lovely girl. You are so wonderful. Would you like to hear a story from daddy?" Rod turned his head, when he heard footsteps approaching. A smile came to his face. "Ah, Will, my boy. What are you doing?" His smiling face fell when he saw Dr. Ackell. "You, what are you do…!?" A booming shot ranged in the metallic room. Will looked on in shock.

Rod looked down at his chest. A hole, shot threw his body. His eyes started to glaze over as he fell to the ground. Will ran over to him, holding him up.

"Old man?" Putting pressure on his wound. Rod's hand came up, resting on Will's.

"Don't worry about me." He smiled up at him "I had it coming." Will looked over at Greg. The gun still steady.

"Oh yes, he did have it coming, his purpose has been fulfilled."

Will yelled at him. "You bastard, how many people have you played to get this far?"

"More than you know boy. Now get moving."

He relentlessly stood up. "You're not going to let me live, are you?"

"It depends on what orders you follow. Now move." Will started walking again, as Greg made his way to Rod.

"To let you know, I did care for your daughter."

Rod looked up at his killer and smiled. "Greg…"

A single shot rang, a bullet to the head silenced him. Will looked away. Greg turned his head, looking at the metal container. "Can you feel it Sarah, that the time is near? I look forward to your resurrection." He turned to his hostage. "Well now, let's go. I'm almost done tying up the loose ends." Will turned away, being more angry than scared. He knew he was walking on thin ice, he just didn't want to take anyone else with him. Will would play along, as long as he could. The two left for Will's car.

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88 looked around him, waiting for Will to show up to fix him. The damage to his left arm was hindering his functions. He waited for hours but he didn't come, no one did. 88 was getting restless, something he didn't like. The emotions that he was feeling was something he was not supposed to have but was able to get. That something was programmed into him but by whom, he did not know. He wanted to know. That was something that eluded him. Memories that belonged to him, plagued him and yet they are not his. They belonged to someone else and that person, he considered worse than him. 88 walked around the room, looking at the pictures on the wall. Pictures of people Will knew. There was one that looked like a birthday party, another picture had just Will and Clare. Many people 88 didn't know, but then one picture caught his eye. It was Will, he was sitting across from another man. The nameless man triggered a shock to his system. His eyes widened when he gazed at that smiling face.

"This person…."

88 touched the picture, tracking around the figure. "Is the one I awoke to." He looked down at his hand. "I also killed him. Underneath that light." His gray eyes clouded with confusion. "Who are you to me?" He asked the man with sandy dirty blonde hair. He begged the question that he wanted but would never get. 88 narrowed his eyes, as a loud bang shot through the wall. He turned and looked behind him. There was a male and female model. The Number's 78 and 79 tattooed on their faces. 88 frowned, getting rather annoyed with the hit list on him.

"I take it you two won't give me an answer like 89?" He spoke to the two. Neither of them spoke, just moved with speed faster than 88 expected. 78 came charging at 88, gun firing, emptying the load behind the wall where 88 once stood. 79 pulled her whip out, grabbing 88's damaged arms using her strength to slam the younger model. 88's face didn't register the pain he should be feeling. He took his arm with the blade and cut the whip. He fell on the ground to dodge 78's kick which connected with the ground, missing 88's face by an inch.

88 grabbed 78's foot, extracting his blade to dismember 78's leg. The metal slashed through the joints with ease, as 78 fell to the ground losing balance. 88 rolled to get away, standing up to face the onslaught 79 was going to dish out.

79 brought her whip to a tight stretch, as 88 had his blade in front of him, ready to slash it. He was fixated on her, ready for her next move. 79 charged forward, 88 ducked, a single bullet rang. 79 fell backwards, as a visible bullet in the head marked the kill zone. 88 stood up, turning around to look at 78 who was on the ground, with a bullet in his arm. 88 smiled. "That's the thing with old models, they get replaced by newer ones."

78 fired more shots, but 88 dodged with ease. He vanished from 78's sight, only to appear behind him. 88 slashed his blade down. 78's head rolled on the ground as his body fell with a heavy thud. 88 looked down at the two defeated models. He now knew it wasn't safe at Will's work station, so he decided it was best to find Will himself. 88 hoped that Will was better off then he was faring. 88 turned to leave, he glanced one last time at the damaged photo. That man in the picture was something to Will and his former self.

*

Clare heard a knock at the door, she walked over to it with caution. She looked threw the peek whole and smiled. She opened it with a smile. "Will, why do you have to knock for your own home?" Clare then noticed, Will wasn't smiling. Then her smile faded away, when she saw a gun. There was a man she had never seen before. "Will?"

"Clare, sit down and shut up." He said with no humor in voice. Clare moved out of the way for the two men to enter the room. She didn't say anything, only followed orders. Clare wasn't going to argue with the guy with the gun. Dr. Ackell smiled when he saw the woman.

"My dear, you are my trump card." Clare looked at him, rather spooked that he was reading her mind. She looked over at Will, who grabbed his laptop. He started typing frantically. "So, how long have you been planning this little ruse of yours?" Dr. Ackell pointed the gun at Clare. "I did Rodney in, I can do your cute little sweetie no problem. Now quit talking, start writing."

Will flinched. "Okay, okay." He frowned. Clare knew things would become dangerous, but she stayed with Will because she loved him. Regardless of what troubles she'd be in. Will tested his boundary, as he figured it was his pastime now. "Someone will find his body in due time." Dr. Ackell sighed, but smiled any ways. "What do you want from me, my plan?" Dr. Ackell walked around tapping the gun to his head. Will wished for the gun to go off accidentally. "My dear co-worker, you expect me to tell you my plans? What fool do you take me for?" Will mumbled, giving a small smile.

"Trying to lighten the mood. I'm a rather talkative person." Clare's eyes bulged at bit as she barked at him.

"Is this a time to be making jokes, he has a fucking gun." The older man erupted with laughter.

"It seems your old lady has more sense then you Will, she knows who has the power." Will frowned and only deepened when the computer beeped, telling it was finished with his project.

Will had to think fast. "I have the program uploaded but it's still password protected. We have to go back to cooperation to.."

Will screamed and fell backward, clutching his left leg. Dr. Ackell smiled, he had pulled the trigger. "My hand slipped." Clare ignored Dr. Ackell and ran to Will, who was bleeding on the ground. "You son-of -a-bitch." He cussed at the man, looking up from the ground.

"Will…" She pressed down on his leg, trying to stop the flow of the blood. Dr. Ackell flicked his gun.

" Get up, I'm taking both of you with me." Clare helped Will pick himself up. He leaned on her for support. His nose fell softly on her hair, he smiled a bit. Strawberry shampoo. Something so small, became very aware to him. Clare started walking, dragging Will along, keeping the pace the man behind them allowed them to take. Clare looked up at Will.

"I love you." She spoke, hoping it wouldn't be her last. "I love you too." He held her closer, regretting he dragged her deeper into his world of hell. Dr. Ackell looked at the two. A taste of disgust lingered in his mouth. Simple human life, he distrusted it all. Love he considered a problem that should be eliminated but for some reason, that girl who's life was taken, made him feel remorse. So therefore, he's bringing her back to kill that emotion that still made him feel human.

*

"You know, hope is a funny thing. People follow it blindly like a religion."

"I don't see hope as that. I also don't know why you think you are god."

"I'm a god, because I can talk with her."

"That other voice I hear, calling me?"

"NO!! Why would she call to you?"

"I just hear a voice, full of sadness."

"You're lying, she isn't sad, she isn't."

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"Can you not hear her?"

"I can only hear you...."

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