Deep in the middle of nowhere, a large compound sat. Great concrete walls, reinforced steel fences and gates. And pure terror.
Run by an organisation with access to cosmological data and power, they were unstoppable. They called themselves ‘Injustice’.
They took troubled kids, any age preferably under 13, and turned them into things they weren’t. Assassins to cosmological nightmares.
They stripped them down from their emotions. Made them into living weapons.
One of their best assets was Irina Moreau. She was just a 5 year old French girl when they took her, took her from her drugged out mother and her absent father.
They made her into a nightmare.
She was fast. She was silent. She was agile. No one noticed her until the damage was done. Not only did she possess powers - telekinesis, shapeshifting, flying, etc - she also had enhanced speed, agility, hearing, vision and strength.
She was beautiful too. Now 17, and she had the looks of an angel but the heart of the devil. If she had a heart at most. But she still had her sharp wit and fire in her eyes.
Injustice loved her.
And then there was you. You were taken at 11, kicking and fighting. You were taken from an abusive father and a crazy mother. The perfect suspect.
You were mentally insane yourself, you could already fight, and you were angry. So very angry.
For 8 years they kept you in the depths of the facility away from anyone else, feeding raw power into your body and forcing you to fight against AI.
You were perfect.
You were a living, breathing shadow. Tall, 6’3. Dark hair falling slightly onto your forehead. Dark blue eyes now void of emotion. And a lethality even Irina couldn’t possess. And only 19.
You had the same powers as her. But your fighting, your strength, a whole other level.
You were perfected, not loved.
And you operate without anyone having ever seen your face, apart from those scientists who gradually destroy what makes you human.
Today Injustice take you up. To the ground floor for the first time ever. They threw you onto the training grounds where you’d fight another subject.
You would interact with another human. But only to fight. To fight until you were commanded to stop.
Because that was the thing about you. You were trained to obey. You mind was reprogrammed to obey.