By some bizarre twist of fate, you managed to stumble upon my latest story! My name is Mika ((um. duh.)), and I'm plain crazy! In any case, welcome to my newest creation. Ok, it did take me a while to get you all set up for it, but here it is. There will be nine original cyborgs in this story, only one which I personally created. The rest were created by my friends for me. Domo arigatou, everyone!

Rating and reason: PG-13, because everyone curses quite a bit, there is a good deal of violence, there's romance, and there's…A BOTTLE OF MUSTARD! No, not the last one, but the others are valid.

Genres: Action, Romance, Humor, ((minor)) Fantasy, Drama and Adventure

I don't own Cyborg 009. Nope. Not mine. Shortaro Ishinomori's, that it is.

Well then, let me take you to the…

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D.S. al Coda

Chapter One – Welcome to Generation 3

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"Come down to dinner!"

"Hell no!"

"Eleanor Pierrot, you get down here right now!"

A girl with black hair that reached just beyond her shoulders sighed. She wore a small salmon pink top hat with a black band with red diamonds on her head. Anger was long etched into her cornflower blue eyes, which instead of being cute, made her look like a viscous animal. Around her neck was an upside-down heart pendant, made of rubies. On her upper half was a red tank top, hidden below a black and white striped shirt that revealed her shoulders and was too long, so her hands were inside the sleeves. She wore a pleated salmon pink skirt with a small red crown on the corner, and a white ruffled lace skirt stuck out from under it. Salmon pink socks reached her knees, noticeably baggy. The last thing she wore was a pair of shiny black Mary Jane shoes. She ran to the balcony of the stairs and flipped off a woman below with both fingers.

"I am not coming to dinner. That is fucking final." She said.

"It's not final, Eleanor. You are marching yourself down to the dining room this instant or you will be punished. You've known for months now that we're having the major CEO's of your father's business over tonight!" The woman shouted.

"And why the hell should I care?" Eleanor demanded from the balcony. "It's not like they're coming to play with me. Tell my siblings to get down there, then I'll consider it."

"They are down here." The woman answered, a warning tone in her voice. The doorbell rang. "And Eleanor, you better fly your ass down here!"

A man in a three-piece suit answered the large mahogany doors, jovially greeting the guests. Eleanor disappeared back into her bedroom to avoid the morons.

Eleanor Peirrot was by no definition normal. Her parents were filthy rich. Eleanor had an older sister and brother, which were supposed to be her 'role models'. Then again, this girl's entire family was stuck-up prisses, too preoccupied with money to remember anything about her. Eleanor was the youngest child, and quite often ignored. After about second grade, she had forgotten her charm and decided to be a brooder. Her parents hadn't noticed the significant change in her wardrobe, or the change in her grades. By that time, Eleanor had quit caring all together. Her father joined an organization called Black Ghost when Eleanor entered fourth grade. Eleanor had chosen that time to start rebelling against her family.

And did they notice? Hell no, they didn't.

So in seventh grade, after she'd used every curse in every known language at her parents and siblings, she slit her wrists. Sadly, her mother had found her bleeding onto the bedsheets and at least called an ambulance. Eleanor had forgotten how to love, to thank, to have compassion long ago, so she wasn't very pleased when she woke up. Again, she tried in her freshman year of high school with the same trick.

She still has the marks from both attempts.

Now Eleanor is fifteen, but still being treated like a lap dog. She has command performances only at CEO meetings for her parents, but is in her room mostly for the rest of the time.

A thought popped into her head. She was on the fourth floor, and had her huge balcony to watch the cars go by on with the monster driveway below. It was a foolproof plan. There were a few cars out on the pavement, but Eleanor didn't care. She opened the glass doors and stepped onto the balcony. Up onto the railing it was for her. Eleanor surveyed the view she had enjoyed as a child one last time. She couldn't help but give a tiny smile to the trees. Slowly, she took one last breath of oxygen and exhaled it and she stepped off the railing.

As to embrace her death, she flung her arms outward. At an accelerated rate, she soon found out was it was like to have your neck snapped up into and impossible angle, and soon after, how much a four-story drop hurts. But there was no pain.

People dashed out. They didn't need to check for a pulse. Eleanor's blazing blue eyes were wide open, and her face had a ghastly smile painted on it. Two men lifted her up and put her into the back seat of a black car. They weren't going to the hospital, oh no they weren't. They had found the next test subject.

Eleanor's parents hadn't come out to witness the bloody scene of their daughter.

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She was innocent. Tirzah didn't have any other defense to her situation.

It had started a long, long time ago in a galaxy far, far away…

Or maybe not.

Tirzah was a normal Liberal Arts Major student at a University in Israel. She was from the US but got transfer from her high school senior year when her father was called to action. She left the only boy who understood her, who was part of a New York Gang in the Bronx. She was from Brooklyn, but would visit her grandmother in the Bronx. There she met Jet. The two became friends when he saved her from the Black Sharks.

After that, the two started to get close but then she got transferred to Tel Aviv, Israel. She lived out her senior year in high school there then went into college to become a Performing Arts student. There she studied music, drama, dancing, singing, art, and creative writing. Basically, she can sing, dance, act, write, and paint as well. But above all she's a real good artist. Tirzah also learned how to speak three languages. Spanish (due to the wide population of Puerto Ricans in the Bronx), Hebrew (which she never uses considering it brings back memories of her past), and English (her main language). She's a half Jew/half Austrian and half Italian/half English.

While at school, she would often dance only. There was this guy there and he would always watch her. Though he seemed nice enough, he really worked for Black Ghost. So after seeing her dance all the time after school, alone. He called in a few of his buddies from Black Ghost and stake out a kidnapping.

Tirzah had just finish dancing and was packing up her stuff when the three guys walk in. All three were dressed in black suits. Tirzah felt threatened and tried to run. They ran after her but soon cornered her in an alleyway. They used gas bombs and knock her out cold. They dragged her poor body into the black car and took her to Black Ghost. There she was made into a cyborg.

Tirzah Ondrea Amethyset was only eighteen. Though warm and open she may not have been to strangers, she could warm up and become the best friend you'd ever find. Through her violet eyes, she'd viewed so much of the world and come to find which people to trust and who not to trust. Her auburn hair was short and curled at the ends, and white streaks raced through to fend off outsiders. The few that trusted her had dared to venture near, and found themselves entering into a ream of protection from the bullies. She had been so shy; that only half the people who came close even heard her voice. She was a shy child, sometimes not daring to venture from her own world.

Now that she was alone, no one was to protect the unconscious Tirzah in the back of the black car.

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Seventeen-year-old Kimberly Ann Porsheka ran her fingers through her long, platinum blond hair. She undid the ponytail holder from her wrist and tied it all back into a high ponytail, then tugged two strands out to frame her face. Beaming at her reflection in the tiny, out-of-season Santa Clause mirror, she turned around.

"Kim! Get your ass over here!" A sales clerk called. The American/Italian shrugged.

"'The hell do you want?" She demanded, leaning on the register.

"I was about to tell you that you could take the rest of the day off, but if you don't want to, that's fine…" The clerk said, pushing his pair of glasses up the bridge of his nose. He gave a little snort of superiority and threw his weight around to look buff.

"In that case, later!" Kimberly shouted, already out the door of Holiday Boutique in uptown New York City. Then she turned onto a familiar street….

"Kimmy! GET BACK IN! KIMMY!"

"Mommy, the butterfly's pretty! Can we buy it?"

"Not everything's for sale."

"I'll catch it, then!"

The little girl hung out of the car window, little arms outstretched to catch the blue butterfly that was just out of her grasp. Finally, the little hands clasped their prize, but the car moved on without her in the busy streets.

Kim sighed. "They just…left…"

"Is little Kimmy-kins scared?"

"Shut up, Jet!"

"Make me!"

She ground her teeth at that memory. Stupid Jet Link, always running around with his stupid-ass friends. Kim had hated Jet with a passion and liked to funnel her anger out on him. Living in the holiday shop wasn't exactly a trivial matter.

Her parents had moved to California over fifteen years ago, when she had chased a butterfly out the car window. After they had moved away to the sunny state that never had a white Christmas, or at least the counties that didn't, Kim had moved into a small holiday shop in hopes of finding someone to latch onto. Instead, she discovered Jet Link.

"Miss, MISS!" A strange taxi driver shouted.

"WHAT?" Kim demanded, whirling to face him.

"Would you like a ride?" He asked.

"No, I'm fine, thanks very much," Kim replied shortly.

"Are you sure?" He asked again.

"I'M POSITIVE!" Kim shouted. Someone popped out of the back seat, grabbed her, gagged her, and brought her in.

"Got her?" The driver asked.

"You bet. Let's get outta here before the cops show," The man in the back seat said. Kim lay immobile, blue eyes shut.

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Andromeda Miriallia Taylor hummed a tune as she brushed her short red-gold hair. Her reflection in the mirror was no different: same fourteen-year-old girl, same gray eyes, same black sweatshirt, same red-gold hair.

"They only had themselves to blame…if you'd have been there, if you'd have seen it, I'll bet ya you would have done the same," She sang. Andromeda placed the brush down and stroked her hair. It was soft and plushy, like cat's fur. It was good.

"Now, what to do. It's Saturday!" She exclaimed, pulling on a pair of jeans and pink shoes. She tore down the stairs, then looked out the huge window in the living room. It looked cold and stormy outside at that point, chances of thunder high. Andromeda, or Anya, loved thunderstorms.

She raced outside into the humid area. It really felt like there was going to be thunder today. Lucky for her, she wouldn't care if she got stuck outdoors.

"Hey look, it's the gay girl!" A boy called from down the street. Anya's gray eyes became pinpoints of daggers. A small hammer plastic hammer came out of her back pocket.

"YOU BASTARD, MICHAEL!" Anya shouted, tearing down the street. Her hammer swung ominously. The boy had a smirk on his face.

"I know you wont," Michael said. "You're too scared."

"I'm scared?" Anya demanded. "I'm scared? I'll make you terrified!"

Her gray eyes were hard as stone as she dropped her toy hammer and gave Michael a hard kick in the groin. Michael let out a little gasp.

"You're not scary," He said. A black car drove up between the two. "And who the hell are you, riding around this area?"

"Could you tell me the way to Manhattan?" A passenger asked from the front seat. Anya put her hand on her hip.

"Listen, buddy. Give me five good reasons I shouldn't just take out my cell and call the cops right now, 'cause you look like a car bomber if I ever saw one." Anya said, holding out her black cell phone that as decorated by pink crescent moons.

"Here's why," The man said, reaching out of the car with a rag in his hand. He held it over Anya's mouth as she started to curse at him. Michael ran off.

Slowly and unwillingly, Anya fell into unconsciousness. The man climbed out of the car, picked Anya up, and threw her into the back seat.

"That was a good one," The man said with a small chuckle. The driver smiled and pulled down her cabbie cap.

"The last bimbo we picked up could have cared less," The driver said, turning the wheel and leaving the street. "Well, we only need five more now. After that, I think I'm going to head off to somewhere warm for vacation."

Anya began to wake up. The man laid the rag over her face again and they were off to get the next test subject.

On the way out, they drove over Anya's forgotten hammer.

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Natasha Lea Williams sat outside on the grass, watching blankly as the clouds went by in the blue sky. It was nice to be free again.

Even though being free meant living in the streets, it didn't matter.

Tasha had been born in Tokyo, but it got worse from there on out. Her father had killed her mother, and then he abused Tasha. She had run as far has her five-year-old legs could have carried her. A Black Ghost employee found her crying, and took her back to headquarters with him. At that point, Tasha was too young to be of any use. They had taught her to hack, but that was about it.

At the age of thirteen, Black Ghost commissioned her to be reconstructed. She had found her way out of the base and saw sunlight for the first time in eight years. Tasha was in Idaho, and on the run. She had been living on the streets since then.

Today was special for her. Tasha ran her fingers over her thick black choker with its teardrop sapphire. It was four and a half years ago that day that she had escaped. Her blood-red dragon-shaped birthmark wasn't hidden by her black hoodie today. Her blue-green eyes were shimmering in the openness of the outskirts of Boise.

She stood up and began walking. It was a warm day, so she flexed her arms up into the air and stretched out. Her black shirt and blue jeans were worn soft with age. The hoodie around her waist was soft, too, but that made her love it more. In her arms was a small teddy bear that she had named Pooka when she was young.

Her orange hair fluttered softly in a breeze, tickling Tasha's shoulders. She laughed a little, then continued to walk through the knee-high grass.

Something's coming, Tasha thought. Something that isn't good. She held Pooka closer to her chest.

Sure enough, a black car drove up behind her, for she had just reached the first road.

"Hello, miss. Are you headed into the city?" A woman with a black leather cabby hat asked. "We could take you there, and it would be much faster than walking."

If Tasha had learned anything, she knew not to trust people in black cars. "No, but thanks for the offer. I think I'll enjoy today, who knows what it could be tomorrow?"

"My point exactly." The woman said, hitting a pressure point on Tasha's arm, causing Tasha to faint. "This one could have put up a fight."

"Isn't that the same Natasha Williams we were supposed to capture?" A man asked from the driver's seat as the woman hoisted Tasha into the back seat.

"Hnnn..so it is. Killing two birds with one stone." The woman answered thoughtfully. She ducked back inside to the passenger seat. "Well, four more."

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I'm running…it hurts! Oh God, I think I'm gonna pass out…

Hidoriko Miyami was on the run again from the cops for the fifth time to date. Her black bangs hung over her dark brown eye, dripping with sweat, and the rest of her hair was combed back into a sweat-soaked black ponytail. Her cocoa-colored skin was turning red.

Come on; come on, just leave! Riko thought, hoping telepathy would work. The cops didn't stop chasing her. Damn it all, they aren't gone! Oh well, let's see if they can go over a rooftop!

Riko climbed up a ladder in one of the Taiwan alleyways at top speed. Her long, silver chains clanged their way up after her, hooked onto her black pants. Her black t-shirt that read "NOT A STALKER: Your house is just wherever I walk" was clinging to her damp body. The black paint on her nails was chipping off, and then she reached the roof.

Let's see if they can handle this, Riko thought as she charged across the roof. For one moment, she doubted she could make it across the two-meter gap between the next building. And then…

Her feet hit the roof. Riko laughed breathlessly and looked back to see the befuddled police watching her and calling on their radios. She held onto her stomach to try and ease the cramps away from running so hard.

Hidoriko Miyami was twenty-two years old and a damn proud Taiwanese girl. She had been on the run for a while from the police, but they could never quite catch her. The girl had been trying to get on a flight to America, and so was how the police started the great Riko Hunt. Riko was trying now to earn the wages needed, and it wasn't working either.

I should get outta here. They're going to find a way up soon, Riko said to herself and started running again. It hurt worse than before. She stopped again and looked down into the alley below her.

Crap, I can't do this! Riko screamed in her head. She sat down on the ledge. "DAMN YOU, YOU FUCKING WANT ME, COME AND FUCKING GET ME!"

"I couldn't help but hear you shouting," A man said, opening a door leading down into the building. "I was headed up for some fresh air."

"Hey, that's great for you," Riko said. "You have any openings in a job?"

"As a matter of fact, I do need some help," The man answered. Riko perked up.

"Let's go." She said, opening the door for the man and following him down.

"In the car," The man said. Riko got into the back seat and was promptly knocked out. "And now, we only need three more. I suggest you floor it, the cops are after this one,"

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Ra was sitting in her living room, playing Kingdom Hearts: Chain of Memories. Nothing was going on to be excited about. She flopped backward and turned the light on on her Gameboy SP.

Bored? Heck yeah.

"Shit. I'm bored." Ra muttered, standing up. She walked to her fridge and scanned its contents with her greenish eyes. "And holy fuck. What bastard cleared it out again?"

She flipped her short dirty-blond hair away from her face and returned to the game. As soon as she entered a battle with a heartless, she lost.

"Fuck. I'm going to go out and see what else there is to do."

So Ra pulled on a dark pair of shoes and shut her game down. Ra tossed the piece of machinery then onto an armchair and meandered her way outdoors. It was a cloudless, but nonetheless frozen, day. She walked down her block, watching the stupid ten-year-old boys run out in the street after a football.

Too bad if they got run over.

Ra pulled out her cell phone and check for nonexistent messages. She wasn't expecting any on the new flip phone she'd gotten from her parents, but still, it helped her meager social image to have one.

Ra selected a tree and climbed up to the highest reaches. Wind mussed up her short hair once more, and she didn't bother straightening it. Who was looking, anyway?

"Are you alright up there?" A woman's voice asked through the branches. Ra nearly fell down to hear someone.

"Are you talking to me?" Ra called back down. She began her way down. "'Cause if you are, I'm perfectly fine. Why are you worrying about me?"

The fifteen-year-old five-foot-two Ra was standing in the middle of a tree, staring at a woman wearing a black scarf, black flared jeans, black t-shirt, black shoes, black leather bike gloves, and a black cabby cap with dark brown hair and darker eyes.

"You appear to be fine." The woman said politely, hopping up into the tree. She wasn't a woman at all, just a teenager. She smiled neatly, and pulled her cap down. "It's chilly out here! Would you like to come and ride with me back to your house?"

"I'm not a baby." Ra stated simply, then began to climb up again.

"Oh no you don't, I've looked all over for you," The teenager hissed, seizing Ra's ankle and tugging her down.

Ra fell through the branches, cutting her arms and legs open. She fell to the earth and landed on her back with a loud SMACK. The teenage girl in the cabby cap smiled widely and leapt down to where Ra lay. With no effort at all, the teenager picked Ra up, flung her over her shoulder, and carried Ra off to a black car.

"So you finally earned your keep." A man said, opening the back door. The teenager laughed and threw Ra in.

"You could say that. Your turn to drive. Two more." The girl said, slamming the door shut and climbing in the front seat.

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Well. This is pleasant.

Deak Deapolow sighed and led herself down another dark corridor. Wonderful, I'm lost in the stupid base again. Two years isn't much, is it?

Deak brushed the blond side fringe away from her face and flicked her dark brown ponytail through the darkness. So this is just a test. Or is it a dream?

If it was a dream, then so was the rest of her life.

Deak had been kidnapped when she was five and learned various defense moves.

Her dark hazel eyes flashed. This is all a dream. I'm still frozen. Crap, those idiots. If you're watching this, you bastards, you'll know I'm fucking PISSED AS SHIT!

As it turned out, it was a very well organized dream. Deak was wearing her favorite black muscle tee, dragon pendant, huge silver hoop earrings, flared jeans, and black, silver and red Nikes. Her dark hair was combed back as it always was, back into a high ponytail with her blond side fringes hanging down. Her hazel eyes were darker than usual, meaning she sensed danger.

Oh, brilliant. Are they trying to wake me up? No, they wouldn't. They're still waiting for a while…or at least I hope they are…

But Deak wasn't dreaming. There were people outside, trying to wake her.

Two years had gone by. Deak was nineteen now, lying in a hospital bed, frozen in cryogenic suspended animation. Her hair was tied back as it had been done two years ago, back in its ponytail. Deak's eyes were shut as she lay there.

Well, Miss Deapolow, it's almost time for you little nap to end.

Somehow, I get the feeling that a freaky, freaky bastard is watching me right now.

And suddenly, the hazel eyes snapped open for the first time in two years, only to be met with a blinding white light.

"Get her!"

Just as soon as Deak had gotten her first taste at freedom, Deak had been knocked out again.

"Page my partner. Tell her that we only need one more. Set your sights on California."

"Loud and clear!"

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"And then…and then!"

A girl with mussed-up layered light brown hair knocked her head forward onto a metal table, laughing and laughing. She was turning sixteen in a few months. Her blue-green eyes were sparkling with tears of laughter, and the yellow sunflower-like area around her pupils was huge.

"Aren't you going to tell us, Sadie?" Another girl asked.

Sadie was her name. She wore a black t-shirt with "SHAKE IT LIKE A POLAROID PICTURE!" stamped across in white letters, faded jeans with frayed ends and seams, a knitted black scarf with flecks of sparkly colors, an indigo strap of cloth worn around her neck as a choker, several bracelets, and a pair of blue Converse. Her light brown hair hit her shoulders, then flipped slightly upwards, and had a zillion layers to it. Freckles dotted her somewhat tanned skin. Her ear lobes were each pierced twice, and each held one small gold hoop and a silver stud covered by an aquamarine.

Sadie wiped the tears from her eyes and began to simply laugh again. She gazed out the window and laughed at that too. There was a black car parked outside with a girl about her age getting out, wearing all black.

"Hey Rose, is that one of your friends?" Sadie asked.

The other girl looked for a minute. "No, that's not Hazel."

"And then he flashed me!" Sadie squealed, then burst into another giggle fit. Rose looked at her, then began to laugh too. The girl from the car was now in the small restaurant.

Sadie's eyes became more prominently gray. It was weird how her eyes did a color change when they wanted to.

Sadie had two younger sisters, Colleen and Grace. They were twelve, and really annoying little pests. But they were fun to play Monopoly with, and battle through the wireless adapter, and call, and do other goofy things with.

"Hey, what's up? Do I know ya?" Sadie asked, smiling kindly.

"I doubt you know me." The girl from the car answered, tilting her cabby cap over her eyes. "Is San Francisco far off?"

Sadie's eyes went to a harsher blue-gray. She could drive, if need be. "You're close. But I'm not telling you jack diddly squat."

The car girl knocked both Sadie and Rose out cold. Looking at both, she picked Sadie up and carried her off to her car. The employees could have cared less, for they were playing on their cell phones.

"See, I told you that I could," The girl pouted, tossing Sadie into the back seat. "Now, to get back. Are they expecting us?"

"Of course. Let's get moving if we want that bonus."

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SHIT! WHEN THE FUCK DID I FALL ASLEEP?

Sadie opened her blue-green eyes. She was lying on a flat, cold metal bed. She looked at what she was wearing.

How did I get to wearing this?

She was wearing a blue uniform with gold buttons, a yellow cape, and black knee-high boots. Her hair had been restrained from her face by a blue headband, as she saw it in a broken mirror. It felt like a manga series had come to life and swept her into the pages and turned into her life.

"Now, I'd like a way out," Sadie mumbled to herself.

No sooner than the words had left her mouth had a petite door popped up, and wouldn't you know it, it had appeared on the ceiling. The ceiling was a glass dome.

"Wonderful. I wonder if I can jump?" Sadie asked herself, then took a small step and bounded upward.

"WHOO!" She cried happily as she broke through the glass.

"I-I-I-I-I-I-I didn't w-w-w-w-w-ake you u-u-u-u-u-u-u-p!" A male's voice stuttered. Sadie looked at him.

"Um. Wow. Can you tell me where I am?" Sadie asked him, looking around. It was a black room with several lights emitting from walls and control panel, and the glass dome she'd broken through.

(Hellooooooo? Can anyone hear me!) A voice echoed through Sadie's head.

Aw fuck, I'm hearing things.

(Woooooowww. Now I'm hearing crazy fucks. All right. Who in fucking hell are you?) A darker voice asked.

"O-kay, I have no more time to wait around." Sadie said to herself. A door opened, flooding white light into the room as well as a huge robot. "AND KUSO!"

I WANT A LEAD BRICK!

A five-ton lead brick came crashing down onto the robot, but didn't take it out completely. Sadie grabbed its thick hand, tried lifting it, and whammed it hard onto the ground with a large explosion.

"Very good, 0021." Another male said. Sadie turned around.

She was standing in a completely different room now. There were eight other girls, all around her age, wearing the same blue-gold-black uniform as she was. There was also a person in a black cape with a black skull mask with round goldenrod eyes and a few rows of pearly whites.

"Well, look, we're clones." A girl with black hair and cornflower blue eyes snapped.

"As you can see, ladies, I've drawn you all here for a research project." The black figure said. A girl with golden-red hair and gray eyes gave a "bound and gag me" expression, then frowned. "You all have the latest accelerator. Each of you can run at speeds up to mach nine by pressing your upper left back tooth. You can lift up to twenty metric tons. You have fighting skills with arms and hand-to-hand. You each have a different capability."

"Wait. You're telling me that I didn't die when I fell off my balcony?" The black-haired girl demanded, eyes burning with fury. "You bastard, I WANTED to fucking DIE! My life sucks!"

"You're a cyborg now, 0043." The black figure replied. "You can also change form into anything you wish with a simple thought of what you would like to become."

"And the rest of us?" A platinum blond with remarkable Lapis-blue eyes asked.

"0016, you are capable firing plasma blasts up to four million degrees Celsius, or as low as negative 273.135 degrees Celsius." Black dude answered. 0016 raised an eyebrow. "0017, you are like a magnet, but only when you choose to be. You also have a mallet hammer which can fire missiles as you please." 0017 looked at a large mallet swung across her back for the first time with her fierce gray eyes.

"0034," The black guy said. "With the red hair. You have missiles in both your knees, a machine gun arm in your right arm, and you are able to control fire with your hands."

"And you, the one with the brown eyes. 0042. You are able to control any type of liquid you wish." The black figure explained. A girl with cocoa-colored skin and dark eyes flashed a brief smile. "You with the brown and blond hair, 0050. As you know, we have been training you. Your fighting skills in hand-to-hand and armed battles are superb, as you are also capable of flight with the rockets on your feet. As an ability that I did not authorize, you can jump from any anime series that has aired in Australia. And Mika, I will get back to you some other time."

A girl with dark brown hair and sapphire eyes dropped from the ceiling. "I'll see you in Coke Induced Madness to the Second Power, my minion!" She kicked the black dude, then climbed back up into her dark space.

"You, the one with the blue-green eyes. No, not you, 0021. The other one. I only authorized your capability to wield the Soul Eater blade. But otherwise, you can use the attacks Ragnarok, Omnislash, Zantetsuken, and Dark Aura. I think you can use a few other ones, though." The masked man said. "Your number is 0015."

"And the one with the violet eyes. 0014. You have control over the weather. You can do whatever you please to it."

"That leaves me," Sadie said. "What can I do?"

"The question is what you can't do. You were our test for the latest technology advance that allows the user to summon anything they desire, as well as use any ability. All of you are part of the Generation Three Cybernetics Project. You were created to help destroy other cyborgs of the previous two projects…" A picture came up on a wall of seven men, a woman, and a baby, "Who rebelled from this organization and tried to destroy the world.

"Your mission is to go out and bring them back, dead or alive. You'll have about a day to train for this." The black figure said. "I am Black Ghost."

"For some reason, I'm not buying your act, mister." 0017 said, crossing her arms. "If they rebelled, then why shouldn't we?"

And she clicked her acceleration switch and went through the walls at a speed of mach seven. Black Ghost watched the girl run, laughing at her plight.

"Guards! Sedate her, erase her memories of our meeting, then drop her somewhere." Black Ghost called, sending about twenty guards after 0017. In this period, 0034, 0050, and 0015 ran in separate directions with their accelerators going at full-hilt. "Sedate them also! Drop them in random locations! The rest of you are welcome to look around the base, just be prepared for when we call for you."

0021 shrugged. "Nice ta meet you. I guess you can call me 0021."

0043 looked at her. "What-fucking-ever. I'm going to see if I can try and commit suicide for the eighth time, and no one had better come near me."

0016 sighed. "Well, have fun for me. I'll go see what I can do for fun."

0042 smiled. "No cops to run from! I'll be off jumping around, page me if you have any problems."

0014 blinked once at them. "I'll be somewhere. Don't look for me. I guess we'll see one another later."

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"Oh sure, just go ahead and pick her up like that. You probably hurt her!"

"Well, why aren't you down here if you know so much?"

Who am I? Where am I? How did I get wherever I am? And why do I hurt so much? Who are they? Why are they here?

"Hey-she's waking up!"

A pair of gray eyes opened wide in shock. They looked up and down their owner's body, seeing a red uniform with gold buttons.

"Are you all right?" A man with silvery-blue hair and eyes asked her. The gray-eyed girl looked at him.

"Can you tell me who I am?" The girl asked, looking up into another man's garnet eyes.

"She's lost her memory." The garnet-eyed man said flatly.

"You mean she has amnesia, 002." A third man said.

"Wait, I remember my name!" The gray-eyed girl exclaimed suddenly. "My name is 0017. I can't remember anything but that. Why are you dressed the same as I am?"

"Professor Gilmore was right, she is a cyborg." The man with silver-blue eyes said. "In that case, 0017, I'm 004. This is 002…" He pointed to the man with garnet eyes. "And that's 009 over there. Are you sure that you can't remember anything else?"

"I can remember that I was in my driveway, yelling at that bastard down the street, and everything from there is a blank." 0017 answered him. "Why are you asking? Am I hurt? Where am I?"

"We're after an organization called Black Ghost, and we think that you're his latest cyborg." 009 replied. "You have a few cuts, but nothing important. You're in Kanagawa right now."

"Let's get her back to the Dolphin and see if there are any others. 003 says that she thinks that there are a few more like this one." 002 said. "0017. Would you mind if I used acceleration mode so we could get back faster?"

"Accelerator!" 0017 squealed delightedly. "I have one of those things! My upper left back tooth, I can run up to mach nine!"

"I thought you said you couldn't remember anything," 002 said.

"I don't know how I did!" 0017 whined, her red-gold hair swishing around her face.

"It's worse than we thought it was." 004 said, frowning. "Much worse."

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I hope you all liked chapter one! It took me a looooong time to put it together, let me tell you that much. But it was way worth it!

Notes –

V-Gal – sorry if I got the stuff wrong…my bad…

Readers – gomen for my screwy entry…but hey, it was funny, ne?