The higher room was breached by twenty armed guards. A weak red light coming from the hallway behind the reinforced door which had been ripped open with explosives in a traditional breach and clear style.

A half-circle was made around the door inside the room before someone, possibly a leader, said “ Lights up.” As he spoke he flick his trigger finger upwards to point at the sky or the ceiling.

Each intruder was seemingly equipped with the equivalent of a small army’s armoury. Multiple side arms connected and strapped to their thighs and waste. Over thirty clips of assault rifle ammo under their arms and connected to their chests by various pouches and a small backpack filled with explosives like grenades and a miniature rocket launcher in the shape of a cylinder.

One flashlight was strapped to their helmet and another was built into their gas’s mask. One more flashlight was at the end of their rifles and everything they were wearing was black and the lights weren’t white but a shaped red.

Black and red were the only colours present as numbers upon numbers marched into the room checking each corner and each square inch for even the smallest stain before surrounding the square in the floor that holds 03 inside.

“ Someone, light the room up” Suddenly the same man as before spoke out and a flare was thrown like a grenade into the room and landed on top of the glass square that held down.

There are no physical differences in appearance other than height and muscle. Their uniform was uniform.

Someone gave the flare a little kick getting it into the centre of the square before the circle of guns lit up the glass spraying it with bullets.

Then they stopped as they looked down and saw the coffin and smelt even through the gas mask the smell of burnt flesh. “ Check for vitals then confirm DNA sequence.”

Someone fearlessly jumped down into the square before popping open the coffin to see a burnt shrivelled corpse. That was what they saw, and 03 saw them.

“ Sir it appears that the subject has been purged!”

“ Check DNA.”

Suddenly he took out a small device before taking a small sample before yelling up “ It's a match to the record.” The soldier had a nervousness to his voice when he reported.

“ Dam… so they really did clone the World.” The leader said as he looked down into the eyes of what he saw to be dead.

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“ Sir it's a match for three!”

“ What!” The leader shouted surprise when he heard before composing himself and then asking. “ Identify.” His voice was strained but maintain its strength.

“ Blur DNA match. Apex DNA match. World DNA match.” Calmly replied the solider.

“ What? Blur and Apex? But they were power holders not awaken their power shouldn’t have anything to do with DNA… check again.” The leader questioned.

“ Confirmed, three matches.”

“ Report to capital, let's move, the mystery will have to wait for now.” And with that, the soldiers began to leave as someone sent a report to ‘capital’. Then suddenly as they left 03’s eyes decided to follow them before they left his vision before leaving the door.

Then time passed and then even the lights in the hallway turned off as time passed. 03 was scared but slowly time passed with nothing happening before he eventually decided that… perhaps the shaking wasn’t the world condemning him but perhaps… freeing him. Excitement, doubt, fear, hope these emotions flashed inside of 03’s heart before he decided.

‘ Ok! Here we go!’ Then he raised one finger, it wobbled a bit then fell back down tapping the broken coffin. He waited for a time and then waits some more but no electricity, although he did know what electricity was he knew that he felt no pain.

Then, with the childlike wonder and joy lost to most men he reached out so that he could see his hand in front of him then, he felt it wobble before falling flat, the fire had damaged his already maliciously tormented muscles too much for him to move.

Stuck his heart sank then he recovered by telling himself or reminding himself that he could heal. Then as if by instinct he remembered what else he could do.

He slowed down the speed in which his heart healed. It would take longer to heal this way although he wasn’t sure why but it would also be less intense on his stamina. Something that had dwindled to almost nothing was his speed at healing and the stamina or the amount he could change internally before getting tired.

Then he decided on the best way to heal would be to cocoon himself first in a thicker skin as his current one had been damaged, and he also felt he needed to be ready for when he… leaves.

Suddenly he was nostalgic of his coffin however he also believed that free was something he should aspire to be and was better than reminding in the coffin.

Then he threw himself forward a bit hoping to land on his stomach where he would gather mass to start the cocooning process.

However, instead, he just threw his weight around while being tugged back by the nails in his spine. He was once more scared, but he decided that this was his test to see if he was worthy of freedom and that he was still capable of leaving and that calmed him down quite a bit.

So he once more threw himself forward, this time however he kept pushing as he ‘groaned’ in truth he was unconsciously expelling the air from his lungs then he stopped and the air started to return.

He remembered how to breathe, and he found it enjoyable so he decided to keep breathing. Once more pushing forward he felt his skin start to rip before he fell face-first onto the group having ripped his spine out from behind him he was no longer connected to the coffin but at the same time his back now had a giant hole in it where he organs were open to the world,

He decided it would be difficult to close the wound but decided to do so further down the cocooning act. This continued on as his way slowly it took him around forty-five minutes before the cocoon was made.

Inside he realized that he just didn’t have enough mass to repair himself properly so thinking for a bit he decided on making himself smaller like how he used to be.

Then an hour later he ripped the skin open cracking it like an eggshell a younger version of himself with the same appearance he had when he was sixteen rose from the flaky skin pile. Before he bent over and opened his mouth slamming his jaws down on the skin ‘biting’ the matter as he intended to use the flaky egg shell-like skin that was his cocoon to build up muscles similar to the ones he saw on the A and B’s.

Then pressing his arms against the ground he pushed with his arms, struggling and with much difficulty, he was able to push himself up high enough to slip his leg down underneath himself so that he then push on that leg to press his body up to get his legs under him then he stood on those legs.

Then simulating the walk of A he took his first step forward.