1 Prologue (1/1)

I was running through the alleys, hoping to escape their trail however, my body was already giving out, guess the end of the road is not that far. I could already hear them behind me, I never really stood a chance, since they are so much better than me. After all, I am nothing more than a failure.

Turning around, I can already see one of my ”brothers”, as I like to call them, about to stab a knife in my heart, while another one of them was aiming his knife towards my neck. If my body was not breaking down already, maybe I could have stopped them, but I was to slow to do it.

Right before their weapons reached their targets, my life flashed like a movie before me. Not that it was anything special.

I was born in an underground facility, meant to breed genetically modified humans. The man is given some kind of drug before being forced to breed with a woman like animals. Usually, the man dies a few days after taking the drug. The woman is given a different drug throughout pregnancy and dies shortly after giving birth.

After numerous failed attempts, I was the fourth baby to survive more than a few days after birth and I was the first one to live past the age of four. Through that time, I was mostly called Number Four and I was never given a proper name.

By the age of five, I was already taught how to read and write. They had already begun to teach me mathematics, chemistry, other languages and various other subjects. They were also testing my physique and had teachers teaching martial arts.

Nonetheless, I was considered a failure, since I was still expressing emotions and refused to kill the animals they made me to. That was not part of their plan and not the ”product” they were trying to make.

They didn't dispose of me, as I was the first to live past four and had value to them, as it would help with their research.

At the age of twelve, they decided to send me out on a mission with two of my teachers to assassinate a boy. There was nothing I could do to stop them, so I made my mind to escape from this hell. I truly hated that place.

I was able to knock out my teachers, as I was four times stronger than them despite my age.

I took the boy with me, he was an orphan. I couldn't bring myself to leave him alone. He was six years old and his name was Damien.

For the next five years, we were almost always on the run. Going from one country to another, hoping to escape our pursuers. Try as we might, we couldn't do it, so after teaching everything I can to Damien, I left him at an orphanage in a more backwater country, hoping they don't find him.

The boy was simply amazing, if I was told he is genetically modified as well, I wouldn't be surprised. He was simply a genius, he learned everything I had to teach him like a sponge and despite our situation, he was always so cheerful. Saying things like,'I know everything will be okay since big brother is a superhero and will always save the day'. I knew I was no superhero, but he kept me going forward with his words.

Quite the cheerful one, I know he will accomplish great things in the future. I, however, at the age of seventeen, was killed by my ”younger brothers”. They are after all stronger, faster and seeing their eyes, emotionless as well.

In the end, I died as a failure, with no name. At the very least I was a hero to one little boy and at least one person will remember me as something more than a number or a failure.