The shuttle shook violently as it entered the lower atmosphere of Reach waking its sole passenger. A small girl of no more than six years of age sat with her head leaning against the back of her chair, the dull light of the military shuttle reflecting a horrific scene. The entire left side of the little girls face had been badly burned leaving a large pale pink splodge on her otherwise perfect porcelain skin, it slowly trailed down her neck and on to her chest and back moving all the way down to her left arm and hand. Around her burns where many different white line left by the numerous slash marks she had received from a life of hellish abuse, all this was hidden by heavy clothing which ill suited the oppressive heat of Reach. Her eye's began to slowly open in a cautious manner showing her unusual deep crimson eyes which had a soullessness unbefitting a little girl.

She cautiously began to inspect her surrounding's in a calm manner which lacked any sense of excitement or fear one would expect from a small child especially since she had no memory of how she had come to be in this shuttle or what these people wanted but none of that mattered, after all nothing really mattered to her anymore she didn't care whether she died or lived.

POV Dr. Hartman

This is a mistake. This was the only thing that I could think of before SHE arrives. This while project is already dangerous without adding a godamn sociopath to the mix cpis a mistake hell even that pther brat she brought was already playing close but adding her to this project.

Ah but I seem to be getting ahead of my self, my name is doctor James Hartman, I'm what's meant to track to mental states of the children at this monster factory. I'm by no means a good man, I would gladly sell my own mother for the right price but this is something else entirely, I might be a scummy son of a bitch who'd do damn near anything but this pushing it.

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I hate children. I can't stand the little bastards and having to deal with them day in and day out will be a pain but I'm making good money, the real problem is those that oddballs that the "good" Doctor Halsey bring here. I'm not sure who is scarier the kids she bring here or her, she never smiles and always has a frown plastered to her face luckily I've only met her a few times but once this freak show gets going I'm going to have to report to her every week! 

Then there are the two special freaks coming early under her orders, one of them is an enigma while the other is just a fucking monster. Mr enigma would be brat no.1 Soren Evenson the kid claims that his mom and step-dad died of sickness and buried them on there illegal farm then walked 112km to the nearest settlement, the kids not even 6 years old and he did something that most ADULTS would die from, then there's the circumstances that his parents died under I mean seriously! Who asks a kid to dig a grave for yourself and your wife its just fishy.

The other is a monster and I mean the sort of monster who could kill 5 grown men by herself, burn the bodies and escape custody for half a year. Half of what is in her file is speculation and the other are incident reports from what happened with my predecessor's think about the images that come attached is possibly the most fucked up shit I've ever seen I mean really she killed one with a ballpoint pen! A fucking pen and I'm not even sure on the details on how Halsey came into contact with her, nevermind recruiting her into a super soilder program!

I hold the bridge of my nose from the headache this is causing me. Turning I look towards the clock and begin to hurry, while I was lost in my thoughts mulling over my crappy life choices time has gone by ay light speed if I don't hurry I'll be late for her arrival, maybe if I make a good first impression she won't kill me right away. With this thought I walk towards the door and to the landing pad, I only hope I survive long enough to enjoy what I earn.