“On your knees.” The chrome ordered. I looked around at my new surroundings. I stood in a metal chamber. No decoration adorned the walls, everything painted a dull grey.

“On your knees!” The chrome standing behind me kicked in my knees. I collapsed on to the floor. The chrome behind me grabbed my hair and then pulled my head up.

“Better. What do have to say for yourself?” he asked, pointing his gun at my exposed neck.

I grimaced, “Nothing. You have all the evidence you need to kill me, do it now.”

I was finished, I knew they were going to kill me. The sooner I could get them to kill me, the better, I thought.

“It’s not my decision.” The chrome said, “If it was, you’ll already have a bullet hole in your throat.”

“Whose decision is it?” I asked.

“Mine.” A voice said. A man stepped into the room. My attention quickly darted to the ornamental axe he carried.

“When did axes come into the equation?” I snapped.

“When it concerns treachery, as with you.” He answered in a slow voice. “But I am merciful……occasionally.”

“I don’t want your mercy. Get the job done and kill me already. I’m sick of waiting.” I spouted.

“You’re a feisty girl. The Alliance could use you. You could serve me and keep your life.” He stared at me closely, observing my reaction.

“You don’t understand, do you? I loved my parents and then the Alliance you serve killed them! I will never forget my parents and serve their killers!”

He looked at me once more, and then said, “So be it. I know a girl like you won’t reconsider, and an executioner has to do what an executioner does.”

I stayed on my knees and closed my eyes, waiting for the final blow. My mind flirted around my life as I had experienced it.

The orphanage appeared prominently, surrounded by shadows of hate and isolation. No friends appeared from the darkness of memory, only acquaintances. My parents cared, but they couldn’t help me now.

Only a devil or an angel could save me now.

Emma. Emma do you hear me?

The voice came from inside my head. I had no idea why I heard it, or who said it.

I’m Beta. Don’t question the name, but you are about to die. Do you realize that?

“Yes, I do realize I will die.” I replied to the voice inside my head.

I would let you die, but if you die, I die as well. Excuse me for a second.

My head clouded like it something struck it. I could not feel my limbs. I couldn’t feel anything at all. I hated the feeling.

Someone else opened my eyes, using my own muscles. I saw the axe swinging sideways, a foot away from my neck. Suddenly that someone else yanked my arms from behind my back, breaking the metal handcuffs.

I saw my hand reached up and grabbed the axe head in mid-swing. Everything moved in slow motion now. I watched in fascination as my hand twisted the axe head vertically. The blade snapped in two. The executioner watched in horror.

The someone else pushed my body to my feet. Someone else grabbed the damaged axe from the startled man’s hand. Someone else pulled my fist back and then punched the man in the head. His body whiplashed, and he fell to the floor. A chrome stepped into the room.

Someone else threw the axe in my hand at the chrome. The chrome ducked beneath the flying object, only to be hit by my flying body. He was shoved back outside the room and me with him.

Propelled by an unknown force, my hand snatched the gun out of his hand and then fired bullets into the chrome. After the third round the chrome stopped struggling and fell to the floor.

I was in a blank corridor. Doors lined the sides of it leading to infinity. A man stood in the corridor.

“Follow me!” he uttered, and he darted down his side of the corridor. I felt feeling return to my body. Deciding not to think about what just happened, I sprinted after the man. It took a couple of minutes to fully traverse the corridor. Once I reached the end, the man opened a side door out of the building.

“Don’t worry about me. Run down the road until you reach an alleyway with a red road. Run as fast as you can. Go!”

I sped along the way he directed me, running away towards the rebellion I sought after.

I scanned the different alleyways as I ran. Suddenly I ran into a chrome trooper. Feeling left my body instantly, and I watched my hands tear the gun away from the startled chrome and fire into his limp body.

Feeling returned to my body, and I kept running. I shut the incident out of my mind once more. If I concentrated on it, I would be distracted, then dead before I knew it. There were screams from the nearby pedestrians. Some called after me, raising the call of “rebel” around the street.

I investigated another alley, and then noticed the red brick road which ran through it. I ducked into it, then took a quick-double take. I was not alone.

“Quick! In here.” A shadow beckoned. A door opened. I flung myself through the now open doorway. The door shut. Lights illuminated the room. A woman wearing a veil stood before me, “Hurry, we don’t have much time.”

She left in a hurry, a low-cut skirt dancing around her thighs. I followed close behind her. She walked through another open door and then stopped. She pointed up the stairs leading up, “Run up to the roof. The rebellion has an Aerial which should meet you up there. But there’s a chance it might not be there. Be careful.”

I muttered a quick thanks to the veiled lady and the bounded upwards on the stairs. As I leapt up to the second floor, I noticed that my body felt slightly lighter than usual. The third flight of stairs was easier than the second. On the fourth flight, I heard a disturbance below me.

I looked down and saw a chrome looking up at me. I leapt backwards as a hail of bullets whizzed upwards. I leapt up the next couple of stairs. I glanced down to see the chromes taking my example.

As I reached the 19th floor, I was taking the stairs in a single bound, the gravity no more than Mars. The chromes, in their bulky armor, followed at a slower speed. I now gained a significant lead.

At the 30th Floor, I’ll take over.

“Who even are you?” I asked as I reached the 22nd floor.

I have already told you my name, Beta.

“What kind of a name is that? And just so you know I hate you taking over like that.” I asked as I skidded across the landing on the 25th floor.

A denominational name. A name design to keep me in my place. About your words on possessing, I don’t care as long as I stay alive. Prepare to be possessed.

Again, I felt like I was hit on my skull. Again, all feeling to my limbs ceased. Beta forced my body to look at a window. My reflection stared back at me, with one difference.

My eyes burned a scarlet red.