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The Elf was confused. Not once was she escorted to any room nor disallowed from going anywhere. If this was truly some place like the one where she had been for years before, then that “guard” with the guns would have stopped her from exploring the entirety of the facility.

Furthermore, she discovered that it was just living quarters and faculties. There was also some strange large machine that she had seen once before. A generator. The only other time she had seen such a generator was at the place she had been before.

So what was this place then? There was a scientist… who was also a doctor. Despite this there were no operating tables. No archives.

There were living quarters for the subjects, but in them were actual beds like she had seen before in Mabel Village.

She had been brought here from that Arena place. Was that Arena the training arena where these subjects would be sent? Yet, as she watched these children play there didn’t seem to be an iota of combative ability at all.

Her year in that village had given her a good sample of data of what people who weren’t constantly putting themselves through life or death combat looked like.

These children didn’t smell of blood. Their hands seemed soft and feeble, unfit for survival be it in the training arena or the wilderness. They were also full of curiosity and the desire to do random activities.

Play” was the word she had heard the Anderson Doctors call it on many occasions, so the word was a part of her rather limited vocabulary.

There was food given out, but it was given out freely. It wasn’t strictly regulated. It reminded herself of the meals she often ate back in the village.

The Elf’s memory only contained two places. The lab of Morgans and Mabel village.

Despite having some qualities of the former, it seemed to resemble the latter more. This was why she was even willing to eat the food. She didn’t smell anything wrong with it. Her instincts told her it was safe to eat.

Plus she was hungry. Her earlier hunt had worked up quite an appetite. Her empty metallic stumps would materialize their glowing green hands so that she could eat properly, the elf eating with… some level of civility and table manners.

Of course despite the food being fine, she was always quietly, calmly, and secretly observing her surroundings. The “guard” with the guns was included in her observation.

His eyes were always looking to the door. She wondered if that was part of his “guard route”.

Her ears twitched as she heard footsteps from just outside the orphanage. She then looked to the door where she saw a man barge in. He smelled foul and his eyes invoked a sense of familiarity within the elf’s mind, as did that strange blue powder.

It wasn’t just rations they used to keep subjects in check. To some she had seen them give strange looking substances as rewards for doing well in experiments or training.

“DON’T POLLUTE SUBJECT KA2U3’S BODY WITH SUCH FILTH!”screamed the voice of an ambitious scientist in her memories. One of the other scientists had attempted to give her bread that she noticed had a strange smell to it. She was about to just take it from the first scientist before that ambitious voiced scientist appeared, slapping them from the other scientist’s hands.

”B-But Doctor Morgans, sir. She maybe we can get her to finally speak this way if we just—-“ began the voice of a very wary scientist who tried to explain his reasoning.

“Bah, Nonsense! Who cares if she’s a mute. She has provided me with the most brilliant data and is far more obedient and reliable than cretins like you. You’ll only taint that data if you get her addicted to that garbage!” The ambitious scientist slapped the wary scientist before giving the elf normal bread and forcing the guards to take away the tainted bread.

Of course, while she remembered what was said, she understood practically none of it. But seeing that blue powder and those upturned eyes made her recall that particular scene.

Was this man a subject then of some experiment? She watched as the scientist and doctor took away the powder and put in her pocket. The elf even saw the scientist give the man some other substance as well before putting the man to bed. The guard talked to her, discussing something with her.

Now this place was starting to share more and more qualities with the lab.

It all needed to be investigated.

If this was all just like that lab… then the hunt could begin.

The elf, who still had no clothes on except for the bandages placed on her by Ms. Mayleaf would walk over to the sleeping Kellen and, without much warning, materialized her glowing green hands to cut off part of the man’s clothing that had been stained blue, each of her glowing green fingers seeming like sharp instruments when she wanted them to be.

Staring at the stained fabric patch, without much of a word to anyone else the elf walked outside of the orphanage despite her current state of undress, sniffing the air while also crouching low to the ground.

“Listen to the wind” repeated a quiet, familiar voice in her mind.

She was listening. Smelling. Watching. Feeling.

For to hunt one needed a trail. A scent. Tracks. That was how one found their prey.

To her, this was all part of the hunt.

And despite how calm her and quiet her expressions and actions were…

She relished the hunt.
Just as the doctor claimed, not a single sound came from her when her wounds were treated. It was clear that whatever life this girl lived before, it was far from a pleasant one. For her, not making a singular sound while receiving this type of treatment just showed how used to it all she was. To her, this was a normality.

The elf couldn’t help but notice the woman give orders to the children. It reminded her of that other scientist she once knew. She didn’t understand what was being said, but the words were similar. He’d often order around his… the extract word evaded her.

Oi, Assistants. Get me my tools…

Assistants was the word that entered her mind. Her eyes looked at those little assistants as they ran off to get the things. What would they come back with?

She watched as the small, young assistants came back with towels and water. Did the experiment have something to do with that?

Despite seeming quiet and still, she was waiting. Waiting for the right moment. The moment she felt anything experimental she’d pounce. She’d tear this place down. She’d rip them all apart.

Despite all the anticipation though… the right moment never came.

Instead what happened next reminded her of the Andersons. The doctors who also cleaned her previous wounds many times. Wrapped her in bandages.

Once she was cleaned up and wrapped in bandages her eyes looked them over. Even her arms had been cleaned off as well. The empty, metallic arms which looked like they had been covered in a layer of rust, but was actually dried, sandy blood, were now clean.

She heard the next words that came. Lunch. She recognized that word.

Doctor… Scientist” The elf was starting to grow confused. But that didn’t mean she was going to lower her guard just yet.

That guard was still around after all. Her eyes did occasionally look towards Ken whenever they scanned their surroundings idly on occasion.

Once the doctor left them alone though the girl, whose body was only covered in bandages, took a better look at her surroundings as she began to simply walk and look around.

She couldn’t help but be inwardly surprised at the degree of freedom she had to just walk around. Other than the one guard, or more accurately Ken, who the elf misunderstood was a guard.

It just gave her more uncertainties about this place. Uncertainties that she needed to make certain before she did anything. As she walked or looked around in idle curiosity she did so with empty arms, her previously glowing green hands absent. She only materialized them when she needed them, making her demonic looking metallic arms seem odd.

After looking around the current room and being satisfied enough with it she went to her bloody, torn clothes and reached down to pick them up.

She looked at them, seeing the blood they were drenched in still, but in the end tossed them to the side as she chose to sit down now instead, waiting for lunch to happen.
The Shaitan’s back was turned to her. The huntress noticed, but stayed still. She merely listened to his footsteps as he walked away. Her keen ears memorized their sound. Their weight. Their gait.

She’d never let that enemy sneak up on her. Never again.

It was not the right moment to hunt that beast though. The guard with guns was present. It didn’t matter if he seemed soft. A huntress doesn’t take any prey lightly when it comes to the hunt.

Her calm, soft eyes examined the orphanage. Then they looked to the doctor as the woman beckoned both her and the guard with guns to follow her inside.

”Right moment? No… terrain unknown…”

This facility’s structure was unfamiliar to her. As were the young subjects that ran around or looked at her or ran around.

She also made no response when offered a beverage. She was quiet and calm as she looked the place and its current inhabitants over with her quiet, reserved expression.

“Training?” She wasn’t unfamiliar with running around, yet the way these subjects did it was haphazard. Her ears picked up their sounds. She could feel their eyes on her, particularly her arms.

She paid the gazes no mind. She was used to being looked at. Yet her arms being looked at by the eyes of the young subjects made her look back, if only for a few moments.

When the doctor asked her that question… her ears moved ever so slightly. Words played in her mind.

But they weren’t of that ambition filled voice.

Is it ok if…

That looks bad, can you let me look?

They were the kind voices of the Anderson Doctors back in Mabel Village.

Those doctors had asked similar such questions before checking the various wounds accumulated during her various hunts and training.

She noticed the eyes of these younger subjects… were not too dissimilar from the children of that same place. Looking at her arms with curiosity as they ran and played whenever she just so happened to walk by.

Doctor? Scientist? Prey?

For the first time in a while, the elf was confused.

Not that it showed of course.

Instead she merely nodded to the scientist’s / doctor’s question. She needed to check something.

Doctors… heal. Scientists… experiment. Need to study… prey

A good huntress studies their prey. Learns about it. All in preparation for the right moment. The moment the hunt began.

So without much care for modesty, she materialized her hands and removed her bloody clothes right there. In that regard, she was much like a beast as the two bright, light green hands constructed from Anemo removed her clothes before simply dropping the bloodstained garments to the side.

She only knew clothes were good for their practicality and ability to protect oneself from the elements. The concept of “Modesty” was something that never once crossed into her mind.

She also knew that whether it was doctors treating wounds or scientists performing experiments, both often involved taking off them off so that the wounds could be seen.

Now to anyone there her bloody, scarred form was on full display. Surgical scars, battle scars, more surgical scars, more battle scars. Scars that came in all different shapes and sizes. From who knows how many varied kinds of instruments. From who knows how many surgeries. Her body was like a blood stained map.

She had a gunshot wound in her stomach, the bullet still in there. Any trained doctor worth their salt, or anyone with eyes for that matter, could tell that this was a very recent wound that nobody noticed.

She had a noticeable wound in her side, from where Garrick had pulled out that arrow.

On her back were two shallow, bloody lines from those swords that hit her. It seems though that rather than slashing her to pieces, the blades were stopped by metal that was embedded deep in her flesh.

There was both dried blood and fresh blood on her body. The dried blood was that of her enemies. The fresh blood was her own.

This was not to mention the various other wounds on the rest of her. Her face, her legs from when she kicked those enemies without any form of protection or leg armor and happened to kick the errant weapon.

Despite how bad her wounds looked, she was still walking as if nothing was wrong. Now she was looking at this doctor as she simply waited, calmly and quietly, her expression still not really having changed at all.

On her bloodstained body there was another source of emerald coloring that stood out aside from her eyes. A metallic socket on her chest. The socket stood over where her heart was. It seemed there was more armor imbedded into her than just the arms.

Inside of that socket was a Vision that gave off a green glow as her hands were materialized.

When her hands vanished, said vision stopped glowing. The socket seemed embedded in her flesh, much like her gruish mechanical arms were at the shoulders. These clearly weren’t simple prosthetics that one could put on or take off at will.

There was no doubt far more beneath the surface of this girl’s flesh than what was visible on the scarred, bloodstained surface as her bloodstained “armor” was clearly not being worn by her, but rather a part of her flesh.
Her ropes were finally undone so that she could be walked and lead to wherever it was that the Shaitan wanted to take her.

”Freedom?” The elf could move.

”No…” She was being lead somewhere else now. By both the man who had gotten her tied up and some guard with guns.

He dressed differently than the other guards, but nonetheless he was being lead with her while holding weapons.

That was all the Elf needed to identify Ken as another “guard”.

Which meant to her, Ken was an enemy.

This Shaitan was an enemy as well. He had kept her from taking down the enemies and getting her freedom. He had attacked her. He had tied her up.

But this elf was many things. Small. Silent. Calm. Reserved. She was many things. But there was one thing she was above all else and it certainly wasn’t ferocious or brutal, although those certainly weren’t wrong answers.

No, the answer to that question was but one thing: Patient.

She had time. She’d wait. Wait for the right moment.

It wasn’t now as she was being lead down the street.

It wasn’t even as they arrived at a dilapidated building where they were greeted by children.

Her eyes did quietly scan over the new arrivals. A woman. Along with other children who seemed quite curious about her arms despite the fact that they were stained with blood, just like the rest of her.

The bloodstained elf simply listened as the Shaitan talked to the woman, and that was when particular sounds crossed into her ears from both Ken and the Shaitan.

”I am Doctor Galleus Morgans. The scientist who shall revolutionize the world and you, I am designating you as Subject KA2U3. Work well and…”

She heard that word. Those sounds. Many times. Many, many, many, many, many, many times.

Scientist. Doctor. M.

She now knew where she was.

The arena where people fought while being watched.
The training room where subjects fought while being watched.

The guards who captured her and prevented her from killing her enemies.
The guards who restrained her and prevented her from killing her opponents.

The curious eyes of younger children looking at her.
The curious eyes of younger subjects looking at her.

The scientist.
The scientist.

“Enemy”. Ken’s words reached her ears at this particular point. But only one of them registered. Only one of them mattered.

The enemies.
The enemies.

Guards.Guards.

Arena.Training Room.

Children.Subjects.

Scientist.Prey.

She was simply silent as the three people PREY looked at her, waiting for a reply. They said many words NOISE.

Ken PREY may not have wanted to be rebuked and Ms. Mayleef PREY may have thought that their words and tone were getting through to the Elf HUNT.

But a storm was already starting to brew.

All was calm though. Her expression, her eyes. None of them changed even once. They were soft, still, calm, and quiet.

”Not… right moment…”

Throats and hearts were right within eyes. But she had to wait. To be patient.

So she decided she’d use those things. ”Words… noise…”. She had to find the right ones. She thought back, to when she was in Mabel. The word, the noise, that the people often made to her.

So to these people PREY, she let out a couple of noises. Her voice was quiet, soft, calm. Like a gentle brush of the wind.

“Elf” was all she said in response to Ms. Mayleef’s PREY’s question.

It was what the people in Mabel often said to her. She figured it’d work here.

For PREY though… she wasn’t going to bother with remembering both words.

One would suffice.
Most would be intimidated by a creature of Garrick’s height and bulk towering over them at this close of a level, but this Elf didn’t even seem phased in the slightest. Not even as he stared back into her calm, quiet, and seemingly reserved eyes, which look him over as he approached her before he crouched down before her.

One might expect a wince, a grunt, a groan from one with the gift of speech when an arrow is pulled out. Even if they refused to make a sound, one would expect some sort of involuntary twitch or other reflex.

Yet when the arrow was pulled from the elf’s flesh there was nothing but calm.

Not a sound.

Not a twitch.

It was as if the arrow and the impact it was having on her body hadn’t even registered to her in the slightest, even as the newly opened wound started to bleed and further stain her with blood.

And neither did Garrick’s words unfortunately. Her lack of command even over the simpler parts of the language meant that his formal, complex speech sailed right over her head.

She just knew that he was speaking to her. For some reason. ”Doctor?” was a word that crossed her mind for a singular moment as she listened to him with no understanding of his words at all.

After all, he said a bunch of complicated words that she didn’t understand while treating a wound. To her, Doctors were somewhat like that.

Of course, given how calm she was, no hint of not understanding Garrick’s words crossed her expression. Not that the cryptid had looked long enough to see if such a hint of non-understanding existed.

Once Garrick had returned to looking at the Sand King, the elf did as well, her emerald eyes on her blood-stained face continuing to ever so calmly and quietly bore a hole into him, one that would probably go unnoticed by most if the elf’s face wasn’t so conspicuous in her current state.
The downside to a distinct lack of communication skills is that it makes it very easy for even the most astute to misunderstand one’s intentions. Both parties seemed to not understand one another at all and neither party seemed to be aware of it.

The elf seemed to say nothing, not even acknowledging the Sand King’s words with a nod or anything. She just continued to stare forward, a calm expression on her serene, blood covered face.

She did see the man who had pinned her down earlier make a strange gesture with his eye at her. She had no idea what that meant, but she didn’t make that fact known either. She did look at him now.

Enemy… was a thought that went through her mind. He had stopped her hunt and put her in these ropes. Guard?” Was another word that went through her mind. She was confused though on that front as this man had let her enemies escape, yet seemed to be like a Guard as well who had put her in restraints.

”That’s your enemy Subject KA2U3! Take them down and you’ll get extra bread!”

”Guards, restrain them!”

Two sets of words played in her mind from that ambitious voice from her past. ”Guard… enemy… enemy…guard?” Guards did sometimes prevent her from taking down the enemies. She had killed many guards before.

Her eyes seemed to look away from Rajeev as she returned to staring forward at the Sand King once again, yet her ears were listening. Listening to the Guards all around her.

These Guards that were preventing her from attaining her Freedom by preventing her from taking down the enemies by keeping her in these restraints.

Right… moment… Those two words went through her mind once again and so she decided to wait once again.

Wait for the right moment. For in her mind, she wasn’t getting her promised Freedom because she hadn’t completed the job of taking down the enemies as some of them managed to escape. And that was the fault of these Guards.

In her mind, the words “Guard” and “Enemy” were starting to mean the same thing. Which was never a good thing for anyone involved.

But she was no moron. This wasn’t the right moment. So she was going to simply wait. She had waited many years before. This amount of waiting was nothing.

”A good hunter knows the right moment to end the hunt.”

The hunt was currently over and the right moment to start it hadn’t arrived. This meant for now, the elf was going to wait.

—-

So in the end, the blood covered huntress made no objection to going along with whatever was going to happen to her or wherever they planned on taking her. Since she was making no objections, her silence could easily be misconstrued as compliance.

She listened to the rest of the words that the Sand King had to say. For the elf, they were all simply noise in the wind. The man spoke a lot and was reminding the elf of a certain ambitious man who she knew very well. That man also spoke a lot of strange, long, confusing words and in long rambles.

Hunt”. “Enemy”. “Reward”. These were the only words that the elf understood from what the Sand King had to say.

Yet she didn’t say anything in response to them or ask any questions. In the end she continued to be silent and simply look forward at the Sand King despite her current physical condition.
As she stared that hole into the Sand King, those three words she heard him say from earlier were playing in her mind again and again.

“Take Down” and “Freedom”.

And as he spoke, both his current words and the words from earlier were making the elf in truth confused. She did as those words said. Back in Mabel whenever she did tasks for others, she was given things. She didn’t always understand the words, but she understood enough to get the task done. Of course, those were always relatively simple tasks that required a pair of hands.

Was it because the enemy got away?

Her completely calm, still eyes seemed to move towards the Shaitan man. The one who suppressed her. The one who let her prey get away. Was he an enemy?

“…freedom?” Was the thought going through her mind as she turned her gaze back to the Sand King.

In truth, the Shaitan man was right. This elf really knew nothing of the world.

But she did learn a few things. When she wanted something, she needed to ask for it. She couldn’t point though. Her metallic arms were restrained behind her back and her bare, bloody feet were restrained in front of her.

So she had to use those things. “Words…” She thought to herself. So she decided to speak. After all…

It was the right moment to do so.

Her words finally came out in a calm, quiet tone. They were almost like a whisper of the wind, impossible to hear unless one was listening. As she said these words her expression was ever unchanging. Ever the same.

They were an insane level of contrast from the howling, vicious laughter of a mad, rampaging beast that the Cryptid had heard earlier or the feral snarling that the Shaitan had been the target of when he pinned the elf to the ground and used his powers to forcibly calm her tempest.

If it wasn’t for the fact that the elf was currently covered in blood and seemingly unaware of the numerous ghastly wounds that she had on her one would assume that said feral, savage sounds of madness had come from something else.

As for what those words said… they only said this:

“Enemy… take douwne… freedom?”
The elf… said nothing. Not a single word as she was carried to the Sand King’s throne like a sack of potatoes by the guards. While her metallic arms definitely added some weight, she was still a rather short girl so she was pretty light.

Although no doubt whichever guards were tasked with carrying her would need to wash their clothes and hands afterwards as she was still covered in blood. Some of it her own. Most of it not. Plenty of it was dried, matting her hair and making her a sandy, bloody mess. There was still some though that was wet, but the heat of this desert country would take care of that soon enough.

And more importantly, she still had an arrow sticking out of her side that had yet to be addressed, but to this Elf it was as if such a thing wasn’t even there.

The Elf simply sat there and said nothing as two others of this small group spoke to the Sand King. Naturally after they said their pieces it was now her turn.

But she still said nothing. Her calm, emerald eyes just looked at Axom as she sat there in her bindings, not even struggling in them. She didn’t give her piece on why she was there. She said nothing of her pack which no doubt lay somewhere in the stands still that had her possessions in it.

Such a thing could no doubt tell of her purpose if it were found and brought before Axom, that purpose being that her coming here was just a choice of travel destination.

Unfortunately for both King and Elf, the latter continued to say nothing and just stared. This meant that the King wouldn’t get an answer to his questions and who knows what would happen to the Elf at this rate.
To the Spines that were able to continue to flee in the face of the tempest of destruction no doubt the elf was a living nightmare. Her rampage no doubt would have continued until they were all smears upon the wall.

A repeat of another massacre that had been hidden from the world.

Fortunately for the retreating ne’er do wells, a Shaitan man chose to brave this storm.

Even if the elf was able to ignore damage, biology was something that not many could ignore and the unfortunate fact was that she was still rather short.

He landed on her back right as her claws slashed out.

GNAAAGGHHH—!” Snarled the feral beast as it felt the weight suddenly land on her. It wasn’t going to let that stop it though. It’s glowing green claw switched to a downward raking motion.

The fleeing spine was mere inches away having his back be eviscerated by the claws, but unfortunately the reaper’s scythe is oft deceptively longer than it seems.

Razor sharp winds swirled from that single raking strike, as if the very tempest itself turned into a beast. These winds rended the Spine who thought he barely managed to get away as a guttural scream came from his mouth.

This covered the not only the elf in even more blood, but no doubt got some on this storm quelling horned Shaitan.

The elf also attempted to try and turn her shoulder, to use one of those large demonic spikes on her arms to impale this storm chaser, but to no avail. It was too much of a last minute attack, and mostly the predictable actions of a beast at that.

KGNHGAAHHH!”


She let out a scream of primal fury as the winds surrounding her feet kicked into the highest gear, as if the tornado was exerting all its force to try and kick this man off of her.

Sadly the Shaitan quickly utilized his powers to attempt to drown her ferocity by attacking her mind directly.

Her mind resisted. Her ferocity resisted. It didn’t matter if her brain broke in two. This storm would not be so easily quelled, as it would rather break and die then to be stopped.

The two contradicting forces in her mind brought a different kind of damage, making her nose bleed as it tried to resist a power it couldn’t beat.

Right as her mind was on the verge of destroying itself, a scene was brought up from… somewhere.

. . .

TWANG

A vaguely arrow shaped shadow flew from a bow, impaling into the side of some kind of shadowy, bestial figure.

The no faced figure shook their head as it watched the shadowy prey quickly run away. The no faced figure’s bow vanished in the next moment.

No… hunt?” Asked that weak voice.

The no faced figure shrouded in green fog shook its head and spoke, their voice muffled. “A good hunter knows the right moment to end the hunt”.

“———-“ the weak voice replied, but no sounds came. They were lost as two storms clashed.

. . .

All of this takes a while to describe, but it happened all in this one instant. The Shaitan’s power of suggestion stormed through the girl’s mind like a hurricane, bringing up some strange words deep from somewhere.

It’s those words, combined with that immense power of suggestion, that ended the beast’s primal fury in a near instant, the winds dissipating almost as quickly as they came.

The elf’s emerald eyes immediately returned to complete stillness with a hint of fog in them as if she wasn’t completely awake in that moment and her ferocious nature seemed to completely disappear, as if the vicious creature from before had been but a mere illusion that people dreamed up.

By the time that fog cleared, she found herself sat against a pillar, metallic arms restrained behind her back and her legs tied to leave her in a sitting position.

Normal people would struggle, ask why they are in binds, but the elf did not. She merely sat there, eyes staring forward at who knows what. The guards? The lizardman? The gunner that approached them?

Her eyes were still and completely calm as she just looked forward, silently observing everything. It was indeed quite a stark contrast to the creature of brute ferocity that was there before, although traces of that could still be seen in other ways.

She was covered in blood!

Some of it definitely her’s, but most of it coming from the strewn remains of Spines that could be seen all throughout the stands wherever the elf’s previous path of carnage had taken her.

It was on her face, her clothes, her metallic arms, her legs. Everything about her was quite bloody.

Her clothes had various gashes and tears in them and the precious pack given to her by the doctors that she had been wearing on her back before had since fallen off somewhere when those two swords had slashed her back, cutting its straps along with her flesh.

She had various visible gashes on her body including quite the nasty one on her cheek and an arrow stuck in her side. Despite all of these wounds that would leave many in great agony she wasn’t letting out a single sound.

She was still.

Not even her hands were materialized, meaning she looked like she had just metallic arms with no hands for some reason.

She was calm, but on the inside she was observing all and waiting.

Waiting…

Her freedom was being stolen by these ropes, the guards… by everything.

So for now she was waiting…

For the right moment.
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