After heavy rain, the city at night, the crowds seemed fade away from the city center, no one on the street, just only the cold wind blowing through, sending goosebumps. On the billboards, emergency alerts were continuously broadcast, the voice throughout echoing around the space, have no peace in the late night.
"Dangerous! Dangerous subject! Codename Noir..." According to reports, she is an assassin who defected from the top assassin organization..." "All related matters will be handled immediately." "A reward of $100,000,000 will be given to anyone who can detect her."
(The reason why even an assassin organization can send such information is because this world is not peacefull, no laws, with violence and thousands of underground gangs, so any carelessness will result in being captured is usually.)
They repeated it every second and every minute. Her name appeared everywhere like a hunted ghost. But fortunately, Noir found an old electronics warehouse and breathed a sigh of relief.
Her body hadn't recovered from the battle, blood still leaked, some wounds nearly dried. Her hand clenched the dagger at her side. Noir knew it was no longer for killing, but to remind her that she was still alive. She tried to find clean clothes to bandage the open wounds on her body, at least ensuring she had enough strength to return and find the organization to rescue the others.
Luckily, Noir found a few new tablecloths, she took off her leather jacket, her hands covered in wounds, scars, and a few needle marks still visible on her skin, she tearing off pieces and wrapped them around her arms with difficulty. In the darkness, her blue eyes flashed.
Many flood of chaotic memories rushed back, images of the laboratory, the sharp clang sound of metal, faces that weren't exactly friendly, locking at her as if admiring a strange masterpiece, the rough voice of the person in the chemical-filled room.
"These eyes... are our creation." Ha ha ha..." Those random scenes made her head ache for a moment.
"In the end... what am I?" *hand touching her temple*
Noir looking around, opening the old laptop she had taken from the desk. She started it up, searching for a way to infiltrate the organization's underground system, protected by thousands of secure walls. Lines of code appeared on the screen, her blue eyes straining to analyze them, seeking a quick way to exploit the rare weak point in the system.
An encoded file appeared "Project Double-Eyed."
"So... I'm not the only one." Noir gritted her teeth.
If there were others with special abilities, she had to find them before the organization could act. Because the organization would hunt them all down to eliminate witnesses, this project was more terrifying than any previous project of the organization.
She needed them and the crucial clues. Alone, she couldn't fight the entire massive machine. She quickly found some necessary data before the system blocked her, but it was too late, the organization's system detected the strange signal, causing her device to lose connection completely. *sigh*
The next morning, Noir left her hiding place, blending into the crowd, avoiding the special agents searching the alleys and the announcements on the huge screens.
"Noir, especially dangerous..."
"Escaped fugitive Noir..."
Noir gradually learned to control herself, blend into the darkness, and only act when absolutely needed.
That night, in an underground bar, Noir overheard a secret conversation. They said.
"Hey, you know? Seeing Noir just reminded me, about five years ago... I heard there was also someone who left the organization, his name was... Specter, I think."
"Oh, I remember, he was an assassin too... right?" Then they continued whispering about her.
So... that meant... there was someone who had left the organization, aslo had a special abilities, and had once been called Specter. This person could be one of the keys can help Noir to opening the truth.
Noir memorized every detail, then quietly left before being discovered. Outside, the city was brightly lighted, lot of people flooded the streets, a few curses, children crying loudly made the space even more suffocating . The sound of helicopters circling, the loudspeaker calling out Noir's name everywhere. She pulled her hood down low, blending into the crowd like an anonymous figure. In her red and blue eyes, a flash of light appeared, no longer just anger… but cold determination.
"Time to play…"